Ode to a bone

I took the kids to the Salt Creek Boat Ramp Park to let them expend some energy. Halfway from the playground to the Port-O-Let, I spotted this lying in the grass:   From what being did this come? Is it part of a rib cage? How did it arrive at the Salt Creek Boat Ramp [...]

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Batman, now with OCD

It is so bizarre to see my personality replicated and squashed into a three-foot-high boy body. Dominic is so much like me. When I decide I want something or want to do something, there is no stopping me. Fine when we are talking life goals. Not so fine when we are talking projects around the [...]

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Another KISS post

This is my last one for a while, I promise. I think I like KISS because I was at an impressionable age when “Destroyer” came out. And they wrote a song titled “Beth.” Sure, Beth is a nag, but it is still cool to hear your name in a song. So that reminded me of [...]

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Sweet Fancy Simmons

I don’t like unexpected things unless I can quickly rearrange my schedule. Call it planned spontaneity. But when Ed said his brother could get tickets to KISS at the Philips Arena in Atlanta and asked me if I wanted to go, well, it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. Say Yeah! Danny is the manager [...]

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In a word: Awesome

So much to say, so little ability to concentrate. I want to provide details of the past six hours, but I just can’t process everything right now. The blood! The fire! The explosions! The heels! I’ll give a preview:  

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Duhnuhnuhnuhnuhnuhnuhnuh Bat-hen!

Last year was my year to channel Martha Stewart and create costumes for the kids. Behold Lightning McQueen and Mater: This year it is Eddie’s turn. He’s been outside making the Batmobile all day. While the boys were testing it out, Trish got in on the act. Behold the Bat-hen: Dominic must have thought all [...]

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The apostrophe’s lament

I see signs like this and I fear for my children’s future. It’s “Idiocracy” in action. Why can’t people grasp the concept of apostrophes and stop overworking them? Really, it isn’t hard. You have many Nike golf balls on sale; the Nikes aren’t possessing anything. And don’t get me started on the ampersand.

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Where the wild chickens are

As you know, the wing-clipping didn’t work; Trish leaves her yard every day and roams the neighborhood. We’ve become “those people.” But I wonder which is worse: a huge, burning pile of refuse (thanks, Wayne) or a chicken with a sense of adventure. Dominic is as interested in her poop as I am, it appears. [...]

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For rent

When I first drove by this sign, I thought it said, “Blog for Rent.” But that didn’t make sense. In addition to the obvious question of why someone would want to rent a blog, and also why someone would print a sign to advertise such a transaction, it is Pooler. I doubt most people have [...]

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Seen in South Carolina

Just outside St. George, I spotted this bit of vehicular carnage: Que carajo es eso?

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