I am a procrastinator. “Whatever is worth doing today will still be worth doing tomorrow,” is my creed.
In this regard, Cheryl is my polar opposite – but you knew this already, or you wouldn’t be reading this right now.
I wait until the last possible opportunity to fill up my tank at the gas station. With a four-cylinder Japanese import, two gallons in the tank is fifty…
People keep running into me. First there was that run-in with a car after our circle of life, downpour dash at Adventure Island. I was standing beside my car, minding my own business, when the car next to me unexpectedly leapt into action and sideswiped my hindquarters. I let out what I felt, at the time, was a perfectly acceptable yelp – which seemed to serve its purpose, the driver…
I came into this one with absolutely no preconceived notions as to what I would write. This one’s all about taking up space. Ah, what lofty ambitions I harbor. It’s been a while since I’ve posted for five days in a row, and I’ve got what I intended for today’s entries safely tucked away on my hard drive at work – so I’m all set for tomorrow. It’s…
It was a perfectly splendid evening. Had it stayed that way, chances are good you’d be surfing the web’s wave to greener pastures right now. We were just finishing a thoroughly enjoyable episode of The Daily Show (courtesy of the tres cool DVR), when Cheryl offered her Hobson’s Choice of household drudgery. “So, do you want to start the dishwasher or take care of the…
Introducing the amazing Adam and his stupefying feats of physical misfortune.
Why is it that we take so much joy from an infant’s struggles with motor coordination? Why just the other day we were chuckling over Adam’s latest attempts to sit up unassisted. His poor little head was ducking and weaving like a wanna-be on The Contender. (The author feels compelled to advise you that he has…
Once upon a time, I went miniature golfing with a mixed group of friends (both adult and child sized). I was putting along, having a grand time, when I noticed the uneven pour of the concrete sidewalk. With full knowledge of it’s unpredictability, I decided to bounce my ball on said sidewalk. Just as I predicted, the ball went shooting off on a path skewed from gravity’s well. Thanks…
Cheryl says it’s my fault.
I think it’s Cheryl’s fault.
An old man from my old church, whose name I can not immediately recall, would submit that the natural order – the force that surrounds us, flows through us, and bids us together, is relying on Cheryl being right.
Cheryl was discussing the ins and outs of defensive tactics, when I made a decidedly smart assed remark…
I was at work and struck by the hour: noon already? On a whim I begged off early, promising to make up the time later (a line borrowed from the procrastinator’s creed). This whim eventually brought me to my daughter’s school, just as her and her like were being released for the day. She wasn’t expecting me, and didn’t notice when I fell into step behind her, stride for…