Christmas as an adult is not as fun as Christmas as a child. Just the fact that you’re not up at 4:30 a.m. with giddy enthusiasm on Christmas morning is evidence enough. Then again, maybe you are (in which case… as the British might say, “Bloody good for you”).
None of this means that Christmas can’t be good, or even down right fun for adults. Even balanced against…
Sometimes you win, sometimes you loose, and sometimes you do both at the same time. Take yesterday afternoon… the Patriots absolutely destroyed the Bucs. As a fan of both formerly hapless franchises, this was a terrible game to watch… and a great game to watch.
More and more, I find that this sort of thing is the rule in my life. Have a healthy child… and worry about him conking…
A week or so ago my wife dropped a Best Buy bag in my lap. “Here,” she says, “this is for you.”
I peeked in the bag and what did I see? A new Palm handheld just for me.
Since my PDA is basically my life (while I’m at work), and since I’ve been carrying around two half dead PDAs for the last four months (each was broken in a manner that complemented the other), a…
One of the hallmarks of the low self-esteem personality is a tendency to poke fun at others. Having said that, I’d like to share an amusing tale about my wife.
Lost isn’t just something I do out in public, it’s also a television series on ABC. My sister is hooked. Several of my co-workers are hooked. Me? I need another television show to watch like I need higher interest rates.
Every time I sit down at my computer to write our year-end, holiday greeting, I wonder how I’m going to REALLY tell you how we’re doing – without a multi-volume, gift box set. This year there’s even more pressure because we neglected all of you last year. That’s two years of catch-up, and I don’t even like tomatoes (sorry about that – I’m a sucker…
Since I already don’t think very much of myself, it is easy to say that I’ve led my children into a genetic minefield. The latest blow-up occurred last night, about the time we had hoped to get to bed (early) for Adam’s surgery the next morning. Adam was wheezing. Ten quality minutes in the family car brought us to the local ER, where the parking lot was filled to capacity with…
If you walk up the stairs on the third level of the St. Pete Times Forum, you will find two seats right at the top, looking down the stairs from either side of the center handrail, seats 3 and 4, row S. This was where Beth watched her first live hockey game.
Her first impression was, “there are a LOT of people here dad.”
“Yeah, it’s great, nothing like Rays games, is…