A young man speaks with a young woman at a theme park. He tries to be cool but he comes across awkward. When he walks away the girl laughs, seemingly at the young man’s expense. Is this me?
The scene was real, but I was only an observer. I felt pity for the young man until my thoughts turned inward. It was then that I wondered how often I have been the young man in scenes like this. How…
I have been toying with the idea of registering my own domain name. It’s a vanity thing. There is very little practical use for it, considering my needs (none). I always just thought it would be cool. Yes, I’ve talked about this already in this space. Yes, I’ve talked about it with my wife even more. Every time it comes down to the same thing, it’s more money for a hobby…
It all started with a slap on my thigh. I was sitting on an over-crowded, amusement park, parking lot tram – so I figured it was just an accident, one that could be attributed to the extremely close quarters. But then it happened again. I looked over (and down) at the little person sitting next to me. It was a small child about Beth’s age – maybe a little younger. He was looking…
“Mommy, when you were little did you watch the Care Bears forty hundred times?”
“No Beth, I could only watch the Care Bears on the weekend because we didn’t have cable TV, VCRs or DVD players”
“Oh, you mean back in the old days?”
I am certain that I never referred to anything being associated with “the old days”. I am certain that I have never…
Have you ever put off doing something for five years, then got up in the morning and decided, “I’m going to do that today.”? We were printing our tee-shirts – “I survived the dog days of summer, 1998” – when I told Cheryl that I would run some speaker wire behind the wall. (No, we weren’t really printing tee-shirts.)
Imagine a lazy summer day, five…
Counting down the days until Beth’s thirteenth birthday with a few reposts from the archives.
Originally posted: Jul 10, 2003, Beth’s age: 5 (almost 6)
We have been thinking about Beth’s birthday present for some time now. Tonight we took action. Cheryl called around to see which stores had the item in stock. After a couple of disappointments we found one that had it. Cheryl took off…
What is your favorite part about seeing doctors. Some would say that they don’t like to be poked and prodded. I suppose I don’t like it anymore than the next guy, but I’ll survive. Some people are aggravated by the long waits in the lobby. I guess I’m more patient than average; either that or I’ve long since been beaten into submission by countless lines and waiting.
Almost any day spent at home by myself is a peaceful day. Today was no exception. “What, you’re home by yourself on a Wednesday? Don’t you have to work?” Well yes, normally I would be at work today. Earlier this week I mentioned an illness that Cheryl insisted I could not talk about in this space. Well it’s deja vu all over again. If you toss out those bouts of…