I shouldn’t be surprised that we’re here again. “Here” is waiting to see whether the just announced intention by the current White House to kill the Affordable Care Act is going to pick up any steam. “Here” is wondering whether type II diabetes will be classified as a pre-existing condition somewhere down the line. “Here”… Read More riding — and asking — again.
It has come to my attention — mostly because a couple people asked me about the shirt I wore to the Oteil and Friends show at Rex Theater last night — that there might be some demand for these. Of course, I am happy to oblige. Visit the Uncle Crappy shop here. And buy lots… Read More even older. even grumpier.
What I did: Post a pic of Cookie the kitten reaching up between the slats of our coffee table and playfully grabbing at my dinner. What I expected: A whole bunch of AWWWW SHE’S SOOOOO CUUUUTE comments. What I got instead: A fairly judgemental discussion of my dinner choice, which happened to be Spaghettios. First:… Read More uh-oh.
This is the only photo I took during the day today. (And Mrs. Crappy won’t be happy to see this one.) It wasn’t for a lack of opportunities. On the surface, this was an amazing day, mostly because Mrs. Crappy had a rare Sunday off and I was able to spend the entire day with… Read More a day.
When I finished up with my Army-sponsored field trip of Bavaria and was getting ready to return to Athens, I got myself a present: a new mountain bike for riding between my apartment at West State and Shaffer and OU’s campus. I’ve never done much actual mountain biking, but my 26-year-old purple Giant Butte (known… Read More old bike. old guy.
You guys will recall that I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes two summers ago. You may also recall that I wasn’t especially happy about it. Since then, it’s been kind of a struggle. I did really well early on, but recently I’ve been a bit lazy, especially about running … even though it was… Read More take the ride.
Uncle Crappy 