It’s that dreaded time of year again, sports fans. You know, when the NHL and NBA seasons are winding down, playoffs are picking up, and you know that soon you will be left with nothing other than baseball until September. Here is a tale of disappointment…
Spring is here. Days are getting longer, birds are chirping, flowers are blooming, and snow has turned to rain…oh my, how it has turned to rain. With that, the mercury is rising, and that leads to more time spent in the great outdoors. Being relatively fresh to my new residence in the city, there are uncountable things that I have yet to experience. Over the weekend, I was able to check one more item off that list though.
My wife approached me several weeks ago about the idea of attending a minor league baseball game as an outing with some of her co-workers. Let me be up front with you here – I HATE baseball. Yeah, I said it. And I meant it. Continue reading
Back by popular demand – the next guest post about getting involved in roller derby! Last time we got to ride along with Tom Petty. (“The waiting is the hardest part.” <– See what I did there?) This week is the conclusion to the process of becoming a member of a team. So, without further adieu… Continue reading
I’ve always had the idea that me and kids would not go well together. I don’t feel comfortable around them. The incessant crying, immobility, and inevitable filth are too much for me. Everybody always says that it’s different when it’s your own, and maybe it is. But what if it’s not? What if I don’t have the necessary patience to raise a person? I have a dog…that’s kind of close, right? I have had the idea for years now, that once I got married, I would wait AT LEAST one year, if not more, to adjust to marriage and prepare for children. A new marriage is stressful enough on its own; getting used to living with someone new, having brand-spanking-new responsibilities, dealing with finances, etc. The last thing I want to do is multiply that about infinity by introducing a baby into the equation. Mmmmore…
Welcome to America. Land of the free, home of the brave. And birthplace to thieves. It’s time for another rant, so kick back and let me tell you what really grinds my gears.
What really grinds my gears
I have too many issues with pop culture to count. I’ve noted several of them in previous posts. A big one is lack of originality. Continue reading
Typically, I try to bear in mind what would entertain my readers (read: my family) and hold onto that thought as I type up the shenanigans of my life and deranged gray matter (read: brain). Either that, or I just let my imagination run amok and type whatever makes me giggle like a little schoolgirl. However, I can’t help but get the feeling that this post might get a little real on you, America, so bear with me while I wax philosophical.
I recently started reading “Wild At Heart” by John Eldredge with a little encouragement from my wife…who just so happened to give the book to me as a Christmas gift. So far, the book makes it very apparent that it is about following basic urges that we were created to have, and not letting go of those temptations because society slaps us on the wrist with a metal-edged ruler and firmly exclaims, “NO!” making us feel like miscreants. Continue reading
It’s back. The second installment of the Fresh Meat Fridays guest column is here. We left off with a fever and developing itch for roller derby. If you missed out on the first entry, you might want to go back and catch up…your call. This time we pick up with information about becoming a member of the team. I won’t ruin it by running my big mouth… Continue reading
After updating the entry about creative artists, my mind started gearing up a certain level of creativity of my own. I’ve had several projects bouncing around in my brain for quite some time, but severely lack the motivation to actually finish one. Okay, let’s not kid ourselves here, I have been struggling to even get started! Some of the ideas I’ve been harboring for the better part of 5 years…yet I just can’t make myself get to work.
Don’t worry though, I have plenty of excuses. Continue reading