Clean Your Shop Dad!

I have always hated cleaning.  I told my wife a few years ago that she could ask me to cook, she could ask me to build, she could ask me to fix, but I would not clean.  That lasted about three seconds, which set a poor precedent in our marriage, but that is a story... Continue Reading →


Camping: Guilt Ridden Sleep Deprivation

I am not sure why they call camping in tents a retreat.  I love the outdoors, but I sleep on memory foam for 98% of my life.  So when I go camping, and sleep on a backpacking pad, I find myself lying awake at 3 o'clock in the morning contemplating which hurts worse, my hips... Continue Reading →

Fear and the Flying Leg

Some of the stories that I tell here on this blog page are stories that I have told and retold over the years.  The stories may be less true than they once were because as I get older the need to make myself into the hero seems more important to me.  The backlash effect of... Continue Reading →

My Square of Shame

As I alluded to yesterday I had a rough fall, which as you will find out is funny on two levels. I have always wanted to be a handy person and I still aspire to be such a person, however the case against my desires keep building.  Back in September of last year my wife... Continue Reading →

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