I’m sorry again kids. It’s going on 11pm and I’m just getting home. It wasn’t a bad day, just long… but way too long for a video.
My hearings went well, if a little long. There’s some bleed over to tomorrow to finish things up, but that’s ok.
Mom will be glad to know the bank got the appraisal back from the appraiser. It was more than we thought, so one…
I’m really sorry kids, but no video tonight. I have it “in the can,” so to speak, but I found some things I have to take out – mostly work stuff I’m not really allowed to post in a public forum. It’s after bedtime, I just got back from dinner with Uncle Eric, Aunt Lisa, your cousins, and grandma/grandpa… so I don’t have the time or energy to do it…
This is a warning to all friends, family, acquaintances, folks who see me on the street and swear I’m their cousin Bill from Wisconsin, and strangers:
This could be the worst video you see on the internets all day.
My self-esteem isn’t so low I think I’ll win the race to the bottom for long, with the volume of “stuff” uploaded daily. In fact, I may not be in the lead…
My Lightning lost game seven to the team of my youth.
I’d like to introduce Chara’s long stick to his large intestine as much as the next Lightning fan, because Florida is my home now. When I say I’m going home, I’m always referring to Dunedin, not Boston or Billerica.
It took a long time for this place to become home. We moved from a neighborhood of young families and…
Seventeen years ago today, on another Saturday afternoon, Cheryl and I got married. Unfortunately, I got sick the night after our wedding and we spent our honeymoon in the ER. I spent it doing unmentionable things with the contents of my stomach.
Today, all these years later, we spent the day in a familiar spot – a hospital – this time with Adam as he had his ailing appendix…
Adam still likes stuffed animals. We thought he might outgrow this “faze” by the time he started kindergarten. He hasn’t.
Don’t get me wrong, this is not something that disturbs me in any way. In fact, it’s just the opposite. It reflects his personality – a sweet, sensitive kid. Often he’ll notice I’m not feeling too well, and without a word…