A Testicle Festival for the rest of y’all.

My first week at TobacCo, a coworker asked if I was interested in joining a fantasy football survivor league. I was unfamiliar with this type of office pool, but have enjoyed playing fantasy football in the past. One year, I even won the whole shebang. Plus, “Eye of the Tiger” is one of the best … Continue reading A Testicle Festival for the rest of y’all.

We are officially Sconnies!

At 3:19 p.m. on Wednesday, August 31, we officially became Sconnies. Or Wisconsonites, if you prefer, but Sconnies has a fun ring to it. And that's what Jess and Joe, our friends in La Crosse, call themselves. Sconnies it is! Up until Sunday, this move had gone amazingly well. How many people get a job, … Continue reading We are officially Sconnies!

Wisconsin or Bust, Part III: Dairyland to Derecho

Few things are as depressing as waking up at 4:50 a.m., knowing your vacation is over and all you have left is a long day of driving. We planned to hit the road at 6 a.m. for the roughly 11-hour trek home. Factoring in an hour for stops—and given the hour we'd gain crossing back … Continue reading Wisconsin or Bust, Part III: Dairyland to Derecho

Wisconsin or Bust, Part II: Sunday, Monday, Happy Days

When we were planning our trip to Wisconsin, we jumped at the opportunity to go during a holiday. With Independence Day landing on a Monday, both Tara and I had a paid holiday, which meant we wouldn't have to use a precious vacation day. Great idea in theory, but because of that holiday, a bunch … Continue reading Wisconsin or Bust, Part II: Sunday, Monday, Happy Days

Wisconsin or Bust, Part I: Cheese Curds, Raging Grannies, & Make Mine a Sour!

Friday afternoon, we were headed southeast on I-90, midway between La Crosse and Madison, when we passed a tractor trailer parked in a field. "TRUMP" was painted on the side in big, bold letters. But somebody had taken spray paint and covered that up with bigger, bolder letters that spelled "LOSER." That was the moment … Continue reading Wisconsin or Bust, Part I: Cheese Curds, Raging Grannies, & Make Mine a Sour!

Reunited with Alexa and it feels so good.

I got back from my work trip Friday afternoon and immediately went home, as I'd put in a bunch of extra hours in the evenings. This allowed me to sit on the patio and relax, despite the heat and humidity. I soldiered through with cold beer and music. I was happy to be reunited with … Continue reading Reunited with Alexa and it feels so good.

The further on the edge, the hotter the intensity.

My parents were supposed to be visiting this week. They made it as far as Dallas Friday night before a confluence of events wreaked havoc with those plans. Thunderstorms, diverted flights, planes without crews to fly them. And then, the coup de grace: cancelled flights. They ended up sleeping on the floor of the airport, … Continue reading The further on the edge, the hotter the intensity.

Eyeroll for the Autograph

Colorado really is a different state of mind. The "Rocky Mountain high" jokes just write themselves. We had a pretty great weekend getaway. Many highlights, but Built to Spill the first night had to be tops. We even got Doug Martsch to sign a concert poster for us. Had to endure an eye roll to … Continue reading Eyeroll for the Autograph

Our tomatoes survived the big chill better than Kevin Costner.

It's been cold here. So cold, we had record lows the past two nights. At one point Saturday, my wipers were beating furiously to keep snow from accumulating on my windshield. Believe it or not, snow in May isn't all that unusual here. Most years, we at least get a dusting. But usually at the … Continue reading Our tomatoes survived the big chill better than Kevin Costner.

Time zones will be the death of me.

Tuesday afternoon. I'm in Hartford, South Dakota, working away on my laptop. Two interviews are in the can; the third is scheduled for 3 p.m., half an hour away, so I've got time. Or so I think. An email pops up, interrupting my work. We hope everything is okay. We waited at the shop for … Continue reading Time zones will be the death of me.