This has been a weird winter, where we had about two weeks of brutal weather and then it's been above normal. We had temperatures in the 50s this week, we're supposed to get into the 60s on Monday and Tuesday--yet today, it is snowing outside. It was raining while I was at work and then it turned chunky on my ride home. By the time dad and I went ( Read more... )

When I was a little kid, we always spent Christmas Eve with my dad's side of the family. He and two of his brothers were close at that time, and three of us cousins were within a year apart (and, up until we were 10, all only children), so it was a special time. The actual holiday was spent with the wives' families, and so it was ( Read more... )

Friday was my do-or-die day at work, making sure I got everything done that needed to happen before I took a week off. It's entirely possible I could've gotten out of work sooner, had I not had critter visits. One in particular took a while ( Read more... )

Yesterday, on our way to the store before all the birthday excitement, dad and I passed a large bird on the side of the road. It was at the corner of Randall and Main in my town, near the old Golden Corral which is now Pal Joey's. The latter restaurant had been downtown for years, but on the river and prone to flooding, so they've recently moved ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I had a good Home for Wayward Animals tale, but it's been busy around here recently. There's also a bonus critter story as well ( Read more... )

It's garbage day, and when my father took the trash out this morning there was this...smell. It was...special. I did not experience it, as it had dissipated by the time I got up, but it must have been somewhat disgusting. We've not had a smell like that in a while, and all my father can figure is that it had to do with the jar of turkey ( Read more... )

First, Thanksgiving: It was a semi-typical holiday here. My grandfather brought over parts to the lathe he's been giving my father for a few years now; as he cleans his apartment, he comes across more and more bits and pieces. My grandmother brought a couple of balloons, which nearly blew away as my grandfather opened the trunk. My mother wasn't ( Read more... )

It was snowing earlier. Really. Saw it with my own eyes. They were about the tiniest flakes ever, but they were flakes.

Speaking of frozen things that fly, I have to go take the turkey out of the fridge. Oh, wait, I guess that would be frozen things that *don't* fly. Oops.

When one celebrates Thanksgiving, one generally submits those items for which he or she is thankful. This year, I am thankful for not having guests, as dinner has become a bit of a minor disaster. It doesn't matter much for someone like me who doesn't care for turkey, but my parents like it, so they're a little disappointed. Let's just say that ( Read more... )

First off, this isn't what you think. I hope ( Read more... )