I have never been one for tradition. It would probably take a team of chimps about 2 minutes to surmise that the genisis of my feelings is linked to my untraditional upbringing. Living 2500 miles from your closest family for the better part of 18 years does not help. On Thanksgiving day 2003 I boarded … Continue reading Tradition is for the birds.. A.K.A. Thanksgiving Redux
While it'd be ridiculous to suggest that my family created competition, I can assure you that we've perfected it. It'd be easier to understand if we were a tightly clustered group all around the same age, but that ain't the case. My fierce family competition features yours truly at 36 living in Washington DC, my … Continue reading Game on!
Being found to be a fraud, all outside landscaping equipment that I am not operating (I took a rock in the eye courtesy of an idiot with a weed-whacker when I was a kid) and losing my mind, that's the short list of things that I'm actively afraid of. That doesn't mean I'd box a honey-badger, chew dynamite or … Continue reading Getting together