They say that life can throw you for a loop sometimes. This must be one of those times, at least for my parents anyway. They're at a time in their lives where they should just be enjoying themselves. Traveling, spending time with the grandkids and overall doing things they like to do. There's no alarm everyday calling them to work and no ( Read more... )

Last week I was going through some old boxes of books and papers that had been gathering dust in the basement of my childhood home. The two boxes comprised my undergraduate and graduate careers, mostly the latter. They were good sized boxes and I sorted through them, deciding to trash around 90% of the contents ( Read more... )

The dying moose are circling. At least I'm sure they will be circling soon. I am already picturing them migrating from the north to our home, beckoned by a call that only they will recognize ( Read more... )

It's September 11th again. Today it was a dreary, dismal day filled with rain, grey clouds and an eventual thunderstorm ( Read more... )

Buzz words. They're everywhere and for the most part I ignore them. They're used and abused and then applied inappropriately. Why? Because they hope that it will attract people to it...most of the time, the consumer ( Read more... )

I had a training session way out in the middle of nowhere today, and stopped at a local Dunkin Donuts for coffee. I pulled into the parking lot, pausing for a second while debating whether or not to get on the drive-thru line. Seeing that it was long, I opted to park. At that same second, I got honked from behind. Yeah, yeah, I'm going...and I park ( Read more... )

It's easy to forget that there are people who can't understand that things exists outside of their little world. And when confronted with that, they just can't seem to comprehend it.

The forest beckons
Silence echoes off the trees
I find my way home

I used to be vehemently anti-thong underwear. I went with the theory that I did not need a perma-wedgie. I pretty much wore only bikini panties (with one or two pairs of hi-cut something or others that matched bras). Having an ass that vaguely resembles a misshapen jello mold, I also saw no reason to accentuate that feature. I could live with the ( Read more... )

He was born in a small town in Poland around 1915. As a young boy, his mother died, leaving him behind with his father and little sister. Within a couple of years, his father remarried, and his new family expanded. Over the next eight years, he would come to have six half brothers and sisters. The family lived in the usual way, working to make ( Read more... )