He’s probably the most-hated guy in college basketball since Steve Wojciechowski, the floor-pounding guard from Duke who now makes the same kind of constipated faces on the bench next to Coach K he used to make as a player. But that’s OK. Aaron Craft is on MY team. And whether you love him — as I… Read More almost done.
I wasn’t very nice today. It’s safe to say I’m feeling some pressure. At work. At home. Most days I handle it OK. Today, I had to walk away. Took a walk around the block. Took a drive — windows down, music loud — at lunchtime. Both things helped, but now, hours later, I still… Read More reminder.
Since I signed up for NaBloPoMo in November, I pimped my blog at Blogher, as you do. And as I have done in the past. In previous attempts, that’s usually meant a few extra followers and some welcome comments from folks I don’t know. That’s all been very cool — thriving communities grow, and I’m… Read More who are you people?
Is there any question as to who I’m cheering for in Sunday’s Super Bowl?
I wanted to accomplish two things with tonight’s dinner. I wanted to make something appropriate for today’s raw, snowy weather; I also wanted to make something that Mrs. Crappy, who is recovering from a root canal, could eat. I did them both. I made this crock pot chicken and dumplings just once before, and it… Read More comforting.
This is another Facebook meme, brought to you by my friend Jacob, who asked for an almost stream-of-consciousness list of ten books that have stuck with me over the years. Without much thought, here you go: Breakfast of Champions, Kurt Vonnegut: Sort of ties together nearly everything else Vonnegut wrote. And I’ve read them all.… Read More book ’em.
Uncle Crappy 