If you’re not already excited about going for a swim on New Year’s Day, it’s time to start. 1) I think we’re going to have about double the number of swimmers we had this year, plus a much larger group of people who will come out to watch shoot video with the swimmers’ cameras. 2)… Read More almost swimming time.
Boy, NaBloPoMo ended and everything here just kind of went to hell, huh? Our skis are in the shop. It’s only a matter of time. Mrs. Crappy had back-to-back god-awful-early shifts at her paper on Friday and Saturday morning, so on her way home Friday, she called and suggested that I get the hell out… Read More slacking.
This doesn’t solve all the problems. It doesn’t answer all the questions. We have the same owner, the same coach and the same players who have led us to a 2-11 season to this point, and a string of unbearable seasons before that. And that’s not going away anytime soon. But for tonight, for the… Read More it happened.
Because it’s happened before.
A note about the title: It has nothing to do with Christmas gifts. Before one wraps anything, one must actually begin to purchase said gifts. Yikes. The parents arrived late Friday afternoon, and after a pre-dinner drink, we headed to Las Velas for dinner. We were met there by Mr. Burns, who took a minute… Read More wrapped.
We’re not done with college football yet. I’ve been able to see a few pretty good games since Ohio State’s regular season ended a couple weeks ago — Texas and Texas A&M was insane — and we’ve even got a couple that matter to us going on this weekend. I’m watching OU and Central play… Read More one more game.
Uncle Crappy 