“Oh Boy!!” It was my birthday and I was so excited! It was a Saturday morning and I was cruising through the menu to see what was on TV when I stumbled across “Davey and Goliath” about to come on. Oh boy!! There’s nothing that gets me excited like bad TV. And on my birthday,…
Month: November 2014
Turning 50 – A Bad Poem
I never really thought about the day Where my friends and family would say . . . Happy fiftieth birthday to you we wish, Now go out and have some fun; and oh, your cake was delish! Getting older is a hard thing to do, But for now I can still walk, and my food…
We’re Going to Dance with What Brung Us
In my early days out of college, one of my first jobs was writing sports at a newspaper in the small town of Nashville, Arkansas. That wasn’t anything completely new to me because I had spent most of my falls in college doing radio play-by-play for a local high school. I’ve moved on to other jobs since,…
Happy Birthday to . . . Me!!!
I don’t normally promote my birthday. In fact, I usually try to ignore because ignoring it = not getting older. But this time I’m straying from the normal course. Because this time it’s a Big Un. It’s the BIG Five-Oh. I won’t have another birthday this big for another 50 years, so I need to…
I’m disappointed they couldn’t squeeze even MORE movies out of the Hunger Games series
Are you kidding me? That was my reaction when I saw the first promo for the upcoming release of Mocking Jay, which is the final book of the Hunger Games trilogy. If somehow you’ve been fortunate enough to shelter yourself from this series (and I’d really like to know how you did it), I’ll briefly…
Why can’t they schedule these dang lunar eclipses during the day?!
I was hoping it was a dream, but deep down (way, WAAAAAAAAY down) I knew it wasn’t. I peeked at the clock with one eye. Hey, I thought 4:15 only happened in the afternoons . . . I wanted to go back to sleep, but that desire was soon squelched by my son, who started shaking me and…
That egg roll was some kind of awful!
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not perfect. Well, on second thought, my kids would be the first to admit that. Followed closely by the many girlfriends I’ve dated. Oh, and I’m sure a reader or two. Or dozen or so. But that’s not the important thing. The important thing is that no…
I’m a slave to numbers
I knew it had to happen. It was only a matter of time. The only question was, when . . . You know how it is. You’ll be going along in life, everything seems to be smooth and calm. And there you are, just rocking along, when . . . WHAM! It hits you. And…
Holding together the jello 