Last Friday someone who will go unnamed dropped our TV remote on the floor for the final time. Since replacing our carpet with oak flooring several years ago our remotes have been taking a beating. The occasional drop onto the carpet seemed to rarely…
Why does Everything have to be so difficult? Nothing can be simple, everything has to be an Adventure. My little guy tells me before he leaves this morning that he would like to have his new Iron Man pillow case washed today so he can use it tonight…
My 9-year-old daughter just came into my office and said, “Dad, I was talking to my friend on the phone for 40 minutes. Can you believe it?” I replied, “You are getting more and more like your mother every day.”
Like most holidays, Memorial Day is a day for me to cook some man-food. This almost always involves the grill and my smoker. I’ve been making some good baby back ribs for a couple of years thanks to my buddy Andy and his web site Andy’s Ribs . Ouch…
I mentioned before that I would be coaching my daughter’s spring soccer team . I didn’t really go into this spring planning on coaching, but they needed another coach and I thought I might be useful. I was a bit nervous about it though, as I’ve…
I think I figured it out - why we have been debating for 8 months and we still haven’t decided on a baby name for our unborn son yet. We actually gave up for about 3 of those months and just recently started talking about it again. We figured we…
I don’t mind them when other people have them - occasionally I’ll look for the hidden diamond in the rough. I hate when we have them. My wife is adamant about having a garage sale each spring and each fall. Each time it is an exercise in futility…
Today is day 2 as part of the CS Team at Telligent Systems. That’s the biggest news of course, but along with a short bio I sent out to the rest of the team yesterday I let some other tidbits go that I had been holding pretty close to the vest. More…
This evening I heard a story from my son about his sister: Regan had gymnastics practice today. After practice was over she and a couple of the other little girls were standing around a fan talking into it. You know the whole oscillation…
I’m speaking about my 7 year-old daughter, Regan. I don’t write about my family too often in anything more than passing, but I’m afraid this is the first of way too many stories about the girl. There are plenty of others that have not been fit to…
