Two Sundays ago the Mrs, the Bear and I built our own raised veggie garden. It’s a 3×6 rectangle and 10 inches deep. This isn’t our first trip down vegetable road. We failed miserably last year, our patch being overtaken by weeds and bugs. We didn’t understand much about how […]
Thingamababy is a great blog almost every day, but today the site has published the perfect parental blog post. Go read Thingamababy right now.
How far we’ve come. What was once this country’s greatest of past times has become, for a gaggle of red-blooded American youngsters, nothing more than an antiquated nuisance. It was the sound of baseball that first captivated me. Throughout much of the 80’s and 90’s I’d practically snuggle up with […]
Wednesday, March 25th 2009 sucked. The plans weren’t grandiose. We were heading out to Hershey, PA (the sweetest place on Earth, or so they say) for a day of activities inside Chocolate World. The folks from the Zoo were scheduled to be there with baby animals. Hershey Garden(ers) would be […]
‘Twas only a matter of time. Eventually the masterminds behind Dora the Explorer would realize that there’s even more money to be made if they sex her up, move her to a hipper ‘hood and focus her attention on high fashion and accessorizing (you know, the things girls are SUPPOSED […]
It would be a gross exaggeration to call myself a walking-zombie, a term reserved for, and rightfully so, those with severe and serious sleep maladies…or those with a severe and serious drinking problem. That doesn’t discount my own nighttime issues. Our marital bed is anything but blissful right now and […]
The two weeks without Pro Football between championship weekend and the Super Bowl, along with the sport’s absence for the next 7 months has helped me disconnect from the television. Outside the televised twice-weekly Mich. St. hoops game and the occasional great matchup like last night’s Duke v. UNC contest, […]
This morning marks the first self-directed load of laundry for the Bear, or “Do do” as she is called by her lil’ sis. She is excited to be ‘grown up’ enough for the chore (hehe) and now the Mrs. and I are considering other tasks she can own for herself. […]
