A few years ago, when I was in the throes of Facebook Friending Frenzy (tm), I accepted a friend request from someone whose name I didn't recognize. I saw that we had several shared friends from our high school and that was good enough for me at the time.
Me & Mine 2010-14
It's bad enough when you have dating friends who celebrate "date-iversaries."
Remember my rant about the Star Wars family stickers about a month ago? It has reared its ugly head again and I just couldn't help but revisit simply because of how shockingly bad this one was.
As I do every year...
Last week, Nathan got a gift from one of Katie's cousins (does that make her a "second cousin" or a "cousin once removed" to Nathan? I don't know how that works). Anyway, the gift is a T-shirt from the university where she is currently attending med school... The University of Iowa.
'tis the day after Thanksgiving and all through the house, not a single person gave a damn about Black Friday, not even a mouse.
So this happened today...
Hey People Magazine! When are you going to make me the cover boy for your Sexiest Men Alive edition?
When you were a kid, did you anthropomorphise your toys?
We all have things that we like to do in our spare time. Movies, music, TV, reading, knitting, traveling, writing, etc., etc., ad infinitum. The list is long and distinguished ("So's my johnson." Name the movie.)
Remember my post about dreaming the word "Sohonomish" -- later discovering it must be "Snohomish" and must be related to the county in Washington State -- and not having any idea at the time what it was?
You've all seen Crocodile Dundee, right? Remember this scene?
Today marks two straight months of unbroken blogging here. It has been a long, long time since I've done that.
I had a weird dream that (I think?) carried over beyond waking up this morning.
I've played plenty of adult park district sports over the years. Softball (hate it), dodgeball (liked it initially, grew to hate it), sand volleyball (love it passionately). But now some friends have been trying to recruit me to play soccer.
Oh my lord, it's another Oreo cookie review! This time around, I found the new autumn seasonal Caramel Apple Oreos at a local Target.
I'm not sure how you all do your online banking and bill pay, but I use a combination of my bank's online services along with the websites for companies with which I do business. Why the combo? I prefer using the company's website. However, there are two companies I deal with that don't allow payments through their websites without a big rigmarole that I just have no desire to deal with so I have to pay through my bank.
Yesterday, I was driving to work and because I had been having severe allergy attacks, my eyes were beat red and I couldn't wear my contact lenses. As a result, the light from the sun had magnified and made my drive to work horrifically painful. I'm better now, but not after wondering if blindness would be better or worse than the pain I was enduring.
Several years ago, when Katie and I announced we were going on vacation to Disney World, Marie asked if I would take a picture of Stormin' Norman taking out Goofy.
Nothing quite like cleaning the garage to find liquor you forgot you had.
Did you know that there is much, much more to the world of Oreo than just the classic white cream with chocolate cookie that we are all accustomed to? So, so much. In fact, a lot of the varieties have been reviewed by Marty Mankins over on his blog.
Of course I've always realized that automobile dealerships are at war with each other for their very survival. I guess I just never realized to the extent that their "pissing wars" would go.
When you see someone on the street that you haven't seen in many years and swear you know -- so certain that you feel it in your gut -- do you say "hi" knowing full well you could be wrong and run the risk of embarrassing yourself or do you just move on with life and let yourself wonder?
Katie and I had the Tuesday from Hell yesterday. It started early and really didn't let up until almost bedtime.
Yesterday was one of goodbyes in our family. No, nobody died, don't worry. Just fare-thee-wells to departing friends.
Why can't the world be more specific?
I get a low-tire-pressure indicator light in my car this morning but nothing saying which of the four it is. And they all look fine upon visual inspection.
I'm sorting photos in Dropbox and I get a file name conflict error. Which of the thousands of pix is it?
I mean, c'mon! Help me out here.
People like to say that if they were present during memorable moments in history that they would've gotten involved.
Are you one of these people?
This is never a sign of a good day to come.
Perhaps it's because I've got slight OCD tendencies but there are few things as cleansing as the [delete] button.
"What's so civil about war anyway?"
--Guns 'n' Roses, "Civil War"
I'm a history buff. I have been for a very long time. Particularly military history. This explains why one of my favorite periods of history is the U.S. Civil War era in the 1860s as well as the time leading up to and immediately following it.
I'm hoping to not be the only nostalgic fool here. Do any of you keep ticket stubs from events you attend? Be they concerts, movies, speeches and presentations, etc.?
This was a weekend of food highs and lows.
To keep pace with my goal of reading the next three A Song of Ice and Fire (Game of Thrones) novels in 2014, I knew I'd have to read approximately 250 pages per month.
"Man up and vanished like a fart in the wind!"
--Warden Norton, The Shawshank Redemption