As some of you know, I often take my 4-yr. old Terror Twins to McDonalds on the weekends. Not so much for the highly nutritious meals served at the Golden Arches, no, but rather to get them out of the house to burn off some of their excess energy in the playland area.
Last week I attended a funeral. Without providing too many details, let’s just say it was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to witness. She was my grand-niece. She was the daughter of my nephew. Her name was Savannah. She was just six years old.
Awhile ago I posted a picture of someone’s license plate that caused me to rant about ‘text-speak’. Not today. Today, I post a picture of someone’s license plate for the pure enjoyment of it. The wife says I might be going to hell for laughing at things like this, but as Larry the Cable guy…
Some of you may know the concept of having an ‘elf on the shelf’. Basically the elf is responsible for watching over the children (and parents) and reporting back to Santa on a nightly basis as to the good (or bad) stuff that’s going on. It’s a great way for the big guy up North…
Lately I’ve noticed that I often tear up when confronted with an emotional situation. Not necessarily crying with tears streaming down my cheeks, but rather the typical swelling of the eyes and the need to wipe them on my sleeve. As a typical guy, I still try to hold these types of displays in check.…
The other day I was listening to Frosty the Snowman – for the frickin’ umpteenth time – and thought to myself: “Something isn’t right with this song. Have people ever even thought about the lyrics?”