In Oogah . . .
11.10.2008
One way to relax after a Sunday afternoon herding leaves is to have a couple of beers and sit on the couch with your hand under your belt and watch some football and feel good and fine and strong--and downright brawny, damnit, like the guy on the paper towel rolls--for having worked hard and for having cuts on your hands and dirt under your nails and an easy sort of pain in your muscles.
10.06.2008
I've always heard it said that dogs are great chick magnets. Personally, I haven't found this to be the case. I think that's because "creepy unshaven smelly dude" outweighs "cute cuddly puppy" by a factor of three to one for women in the Jersey burbs.
04.24.2008
Apparently, my mower decided it had had enough of this grass-cutting shit. It died on me yesterday. I think God is pissed at me for last week's post. Maybe I should go ahead and apologize now.
04.16.2008
O Lord, I give joyful thanks for the lawn equipment you have given me.
In Lawn . . .
11.10.2008
One way to relax after a Sunday afternoon herding leaves is to have a couple of beers and sit on the couch with your hand under your belt and watch some football and feel good and fine and strong--and downright brawny, damnit, like the guy on the paper towel rolls--for having worked hard and for having cuts on your hands and dirt under your nails and an easy sort of pain in your muscles.
04.24.2008
Apparently, my mower decided it had had enough of this grass-cutting shit. It died on me yesterday. I think God is pissed at me for last week's post. Maybe I should go ahead and apologize now.
In Family . . .
05.28.2009
For me, the earthquake helped get my mind off the fact that I had lost my Blackberry somewhere on the beach earlier that day. I was feeling kind of down about that, and the prospect of a crushing death under fallen debris helped put the whole thing in perspective.
04.28.2008
And I keep thinking that maybe one day I'll peel back that one final layer and I'll be able to see clearly and say with some authority that this, this is Clarence ... but the bottom line is I will never know this man. I will die and he will remain a mystery to me.
03.04.2008
And, on the other side, Harleys rumbling in the parking lot. Tattoos on display. Double D moms with "Don't Be Jealous" t-shirts. Suburban grey-beard banker bikers, bandana'd and leather-vested and flaunting their mid-life crises a month or two early.
02.26.2008
This past Christmas, during a group outing to the mall to put Christmas money to good use, C's mom wound up buying "The Story So Far", a 2-CD "Best Of" compilation of Rod Stewart hits. My outward reaction to this purchase was cool, non-committal enthusiasm. Inwardly, however, my reaction was ...
08.20.2007
Dallas last week is now a whirl of memories, all good.
12.27.2006
I'm back home. In DC. We flew in last night. And even though I truly loved seeing friends and family in Dallas, I am very relieved to be back on the east coast again. I feel grounded. I woke to the familiar sounds of car horns and sirens this morning, which kind of gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. And I'm ready to re-train my legs on how to do this thing called walking.
11.23.2006
Things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.
07.03.2006
And when it really comes down to it, isn't that what America is all about? Hot dogs, apple pie, and Rocky IV?
06.05.2006
We've spent the last several days in the Bay Area for Catherine's dad's 60th birthday. Needless to say, it was a festive weekend, filled with way too much eating and drinking.
05.03.2006
We met Catherine's family in Vegas for her sister's 21st birthday. As is proper in Vegas, I slept very little, drank mightily, and gambled heartily.
In Childhood . . .
11.24.2008
Paul wrote on my wall: We're almost halfway to 70. How do you feel? I wrote back: When I look at it that way ... not good.
10.12.2007
We learn some really strange songs in elementary school. Case in point: Miss Mary Mac. You know the chick with all the black and the buttons and the elephants and fences and weird, weird shit. Remember this one?
07.03.2007
When I was a kid, every July 4th there was a big parade in our neighborhood. All the adults would team up by block and compete for who could build the best-looking float. And the kids would have their own competition by decorating their bikes with red, white, and blue crepe streamers and pinwheels. And lots and lots of American flags. I went all out on this decorating business, which is strange when I think about it now . . .
04.03.2006
When I was a little kid and I went places on vacation, I used to imagine that I had a miniature walkie-talkie device that would fit in the palm of my hand and that I could carry everywhere and it would connect me with my best friend at home.
06.08.2005
I lived in Houston from the age of 4 until 18, so just driving around this area causes a flood of memories, things I haven't thought about in years. It's making me realize that it's probably good to eventually leave the place where you grew up.
09.29.2004
It was not a pleasant ordeal for me, and just because I don't remember why or how this was so, doesn't make it any less true.
Comments
It's funny. My three-year old looks so manly and grown up when I see him walking around the house without his shirt on. It's like he's suddenly 17.
Posted by The Horny Housewife on May 14, 2008 at 12:05:15 AM
Posted by rothko on May 14, 2008 at 9:11:00 AM
and then y'all HAD to bring up the crocs...
xoxo
Posted by suicid_blond on May 14, 2008 at 1:44:55 PM
Posted by Hannah on May 15, 2008 at 7:58:19 AM
Hannah: Lucky all you ran over were azaleas.
Posted by rothko on May 15, 2008 at 11:08:37 AM