You’ve heard me talk, countless times, about the posts in my growing pending pile. Many have never escaped. In fact, it takes a pretty strong post to dig itself free and find you here. Now imagine what I don’t post.
Well, as chance would have it I’ve been working on a post about nostalgia and the years I spent at UF.
Today, I received a Facebook friend request from an actual…
It would be a pain in the ass, but I think it just might save my sanity.
Imagine if you will: the twelve days of time change.
Everyone agrees leaping backward is a breeze. I’m a backwards kind of guy anyway, so I’d be willing to soar backwards. But forward? Losing an hour of sleep in one cruel cut? It’s insanity. Why don’t we walk forward instead, in twelve manageable…
Good news people!
Come on, how often to you hear those words come from my lips? I’m the human downer. Women shield their children’s eyes and run screaming the other way when they see me coming.
That’s a true story by the way (no it isn’t).
This morning, minutes before I typed this in fact (but after I called Cheryl – can’t have the wife thinking I love my blog…
A new restaurant in town is creating a lot of buzz.
IHOP.
That’s right friends, the International House of Pancakes. The one and only.
No, that’s not quite true. There’s already one 6 miles down the road. There has been for a LONG time. But of course, new is always better in the land of plenty. Except it’s not. It’s just a new wrapper for the same stuff.
So picture…
As some of you may know, yesterday was my nuclear enhanced stress test and echocardiogram – or what will forevermore be known as, “the day my legs died.”
From a layman’s perspective, it seemed my heart was working even though I’m in terrible shape, My legs were killing me as I kept going and going on the damn treadmill, waiting for my heart rate to reach the target…
I used to talk to my grandfathers as a child and as a young adult. I’m sure many of you did too. Some of your grandfathers may have passed on from the living too.
Sometimes it was out loud, as if I was talking to you – though I’d sure as hell make sure you weren’t there to hear me. As a child, sometimes it was a whisper filled with yearning, as if they’d be more…
My parents came over for dinner a few weeks ago, much as they do every Saturday, but this week my dad brought something for me. It was an old, manila envelope addressed to me (at my parents house), postmarked sometime in 1990. It was from my maternal grandmother and it brought back a slew of memories.
In the emotional days of fall, 2001, my grandmother passed away. She was the last of my…
Cheryl is with Adam today at the Magic Kingdom, outside of Orlando. Around here this is nothing special, particularly for the last year. A little over a year ago we cashed in a few years of reward points on our Chase Disney Visa Card and bought annual passes. The kids have loved it. It’s meant almost unlimited Disney. We’ve used every discretionary dollar to indulge their inner mouse…
This is a repost from September 20th, 2004. The average daily traffic back then was REALLY low. So, from time to time I’m going to bring another back out, now that readership has moved beyond a bored medical student with relatively close family ties.
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This weekend I told to someone caffeine was a recent vice. It was subsequently suggested my recent obsession with…
This is well trod ground as topics go. However, I’m not afraid to boldly tread where better men have trod before!
It might be the dullest post you’ve ever kept your eyes open for, but some of you may feel me on this one.
As for the rest of you [INSERT RASPBERRY HERE]
… and I ain’t talkin’ about no damned fruit, neither!
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I type.
I used to write.