I seem to have misplaced last week. I had it right here, but I don’t know what I did with it.
Upon further review, it may be more accurate to say it was taken from me. First there was the start of the new school year, which was good for two and a half days. Then there was court coverage, which was good for a couple more days. Throw in a thrown out back to cover the weekend and I find myself…
Disclaimer: I’m not a jewelry guy. I own one piece: a simple, unadorned wedding band.
I must confess to a weakness: I can’t help but draw prejudicial conclusions about people who wear more rings than fingers. Pray tell dear reader: are these people compensating for something? I see some old ladies with more rocks than a natural history museum, and I wonder…. Does it prevent you…
I was reading an article about blogs in an online magazine the other night. The article referenced a Pew survey of bloggers, which ultimately suggested that one million bloggers claim to have been referenced in traditional media.
I just want you all to know that we here at “Being Myself” hold no such delusions of grandeur. I feel a rush of euphoria if my blog gets referenced in one of…
Just a couple of pics from my phone/at work… to see how/if this works:
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In the beginning there were local sports, and they were occasionally good. Home teams present and past; Bucs, Pats, Bruins, and Bosox held occasional sway with my attention. Home teams past were particularly prominent as there was but one home team present; as were the high scoring affairs: namely football, owing to my impatient nature.
Ah, but things change: home team became home teams, and…
“Default” is more than just a word, it’s a way of life. Sparse, relatively evenly trimmed greens, browns and sand is the default lawn in Florida. Seventy six degrees is the default temperature on my expensive, programmable thermostat. “Make it shorter” is a default hairstyle. “Whatever you’d like” is the default husband answer.
One of the default…