This last week my parents had their 49th anniversary.  I was trying to send them an ecard from someecards.com but the site was messing up, so I thought, "Screw it.  I'm gonna call 'em later anyway."

I called up and my dad answered.  I make a big deal about 49 years, joke about how next year they should announce in August that it's all been a sham ( Read more... )

I think my iPod may be killing my creativity. Honestly, I love the thing, and I'd hate to live without it. But I can't help but notice I don't post or write as much as I used to. That mental downtime from which ideas used to spring is now being filled with news, politics and comedy.

Current flavor of the month: Old Jews Telling Jokes. I get ( Read more... )

My parents have made three visits out to see me since I left Oregon, and each time they hauled along a bag full of stuff I left behind.  Every time, it's a pretty mixed bag.  There's always a few books I've been wanting back, a few forgotten treasures I'm glad to have again, and a whole lot of stuff I should have thrown away 20 years ago.

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It was more than a week ago now, but I still haven't completely unpacked all my shit from our three days in Minneapolis with my parents.  I'm a slob, I know.  There's a suitcase still half-filled with clutter sitting up in the hall and a couple of shop bags are still floating around the dinner table.  Amazing what I can't be bothered with, isn't it ( Read more... )

Here's something I can't say around my mom:


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I sent my mom a video of me snuggling with Fender, the kitten that so recently charmed me into becoming a mutton-headed dolt, and she shot back an email telling me I looked old.  Sure, she recognized that Fender had the cute in surplus, but she had to get in how strange it was that her sons are looking so old these days.  Fine, I'm showing my age, ( Read more... )

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I was due for a fall, physically speaking.  About once a year I slip on the ice and take a tumble, so down I went.  This is actually the second digger I've taken this year, so I'm a bit above quota.  My right butt cheek bore the brunt (wow, that sounds dirty!) and is now letting me know that I'd better lose some weight or the next time I'll pay in ( Read more... )

I noticed that I hadn't written anything in my journal lately, but then I was distracted by a vole.  It was wearing a t-shirt that said, "Can you dig it?" that was way too large for it, but it matched the pants nicely.  That's often the problem with ordering clothes online, to say nothing of giving credit cards to voles.  Hence the global financial ( Read more... )

Damn my mother!  No sooner had I ranted on and on about my ill treatment at the hands of pizza employees over online coupons, my mother has to send me pictures of what she's been up to in the jungles of Honduras.


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