“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brains…”
Over a recent weekend, my wife and I opened our home to an elderly relative of hers. The lovely lady, carrying the superior genes from my wife’s side of our union, enjoyed a few days of respite in our home.
Eager to prove I wasn’t totally useless, I […]
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I never claimed I was a smart man…
Published March 22nd, 2007 in Food/Wine/Spirits, Family and Humor. 6 Comments“How does a cow go, sweetie?”
MOOOooooooooo.
“Good! How does a cat go?”
Meeee-yyyoww.
“Haha!! How about a pig?”
Oinkoinkoinkoinkoink.
“Good. How does a Mommy go?”
“NOoo-putdatdown!!!”
Mike at ExtremeInstability, notorious for his thunderstorm-chasing photos, ventured into the heart of Nebraska after last weekend’s ice storm. His pictures show an alien landscape; make sure to check them out. (Note: the link is good, but I guess his pictures are popular enough to nuke his hosting server. Try back in a day or […]
The missusMonkey & I are coming up on 15 years, here. So, I’ve decided to pass down a synopsis of what I’ve learned from being married for a decade & a half.
Feel free to accept or reject this advice, but don’t deny it’s way more practical than “til death do us part.”
The 25 most important […]
As I’m sure you know by now, I live with four girls. Life for me is pretty much what you’d imagine it to be. Like the Borg, my family has assimilated this once proud, testosterone pumping male into the collective; and like the Borg, resistance was futile.
I used to whizz outside, now I make sure […]
Last Wednesday (4 October), a series of storms plowed through my town. It wasn’t really a surprise, we were expecting severe weather all day (and are quite used to it here in central Ohio), but nobody expected how intense it was going to become. 60 mph winds, hail, tornadoes, the works.
Here’s a few pictures I […]
On any given Saturday in the 1970s, my father would be fixing something on the car. He wasn’t necessarily a gearhead - he didn’t work on the car for kicks, only for repair jobs. Typically he would find out during Thursday’s supper what needed fixed that week.
“The car’s making that clanging sound again,” Mom would […]
