four eyes.

I, uh, look different. I feel a little different too. The new glasses are not only a change for you; they’re a big freaking change for me as well. Pictured above, boys and girls, is my first pair of bifocals. My last eye exam was two years ago. When I was leaving the doc’s office,… Read More four eyes.

battered up.

Our now-legendary Yinz Team exploits began about a year ago, when a bunch of us joined a softball team assembled by TehJim. Since then, there has been bowling, ice skating, flackle football and a seemingly unlimited number of opportunities to go out drinking together. But it all started with softball. And we’re just a couple… Read More battered up.

ramble on rose.

I am strangely excited about this. We’ve had some horticultural surprises ­– like the tulip that popped up in the middle of the backyard — around the new house since we moved here, and in the last couple weeks, we’ve done a lot to ensure we’ll have new stuff growing around here for years to… Read More ramble on rose.

skinned.

The stitches are out. When I visited my dermatologist this morning, I was also told that the chunk of my arm she removed two weeks ago was in fact malignant; it was a basal cell growth, and she made the right call in removing it upon that initial appointment. This wasn’t a surprise to anyone.… Read More skinned.

PNC parked.

I’ve never had a bad experience at PNC Park. But then, I’ve never attended a ballgame with someone in a wheelchair. The World’s Coolest Mother-In-Law arrived in town Friday night for a visit, the centerpiece of which was attendance at Saturday night’s baseball game. The really big deal about this? Taking Mrs. Crappy’s 96-year-old grandmother… Read More PNC parked.