I’ve been gainfully unemployed since 2009. In all that time, after all the resumes and job applications I’ve submitted, I’ve had this many responses… zero. Alas… Instead, I suffer job search purgatory vicariously through my grown-ass children. They have both had to do that crazy dance, and I don’t envy them. Other than the steady income, that is. … Continue reading Nailed it
I just spent three days in my bathing suit, with 40,000 other half-dressed freaks on the beach at Gulf Shores, drinking overpriced beer, eating lunch truck tacos, and singing and dancing to live performances from about 100 different bands. All in all, it was an outstanding weekend.
Back in the day… before the daily six-pack of Barq’s, before the double-bacon cheeseburger with a side of super fries, if a morsel escaped my hungry lips, it had a soft, safe place to settle. Upon my food shelf, these tasty orts found a haven, a second chance to be savored. Now, after seemingly endless … Continue reading Furniture refurbishing
Now that The Boy’s car is once again road worthy, whenever I have to go into town for errands, if he goes with, he wants to drive. His Infiniti Q45 is a barge, only six inches shorter than his dad’s full-sized truck. His sister calls it his “old man” car. An already low-riding car, he … Continue reading Grand exit
It started simply enough with a call from an aggrieved citizen. “I was robbed!” After a telephone interview with the alleged victim to gather necessary information to begin an investigation, the detectives met to brainstorm. A rookie deputy knocked on the conference room door to report that the stolen property they were discussing was already … Continue reading Farmer Johnny
The heavy rains had finally subsided, but the run off left deep pools of muddy water in rutted furrows at the edges of the battleground. As the sun reached its zenith, steam rose from the heated puddles, and tiny mounds of dirt popped up in random intervals. Miniature land mines, on the verge of exploding … Continue reading Beware the warts of March
When I was a kid, around first grade-ish, I walked to school. It was less than half a mile from where I lived, but in my child-mind, and to my pudgy child-legs, it was at least five miles - both ways, up hill, in the snow. Across the street from my school, there was a … Continue reading Raising independent children