Since the beginning of October, I’ve been spending a lot of time with a mysterious English woman. We usually meet early in the morning, often before sunrise, when she would spend a half-hour whispering sweet nothings to me in that amazing accent. “Warm up.” “Run!” “Walk.” “Run!” “Cool down.” Spicy stuff, right? But as I… Read More saying goodbye.
Sure, I’ve posted a couple times since I completely punted National Blog Posting Month, but there’s been a bunch of stuff I missed in the meantime. So: A) Bullet post. B) Completely ignoring the fact that I punted National Blog Posting Month, especially now that we’re seven days into December C) QUIT ROLLING YOUR EYES… Read More a month.
If you and I have: Had a beer Watched hockey Attended a tailgate party Cooked for each other Jumped in the Mon Gotten sloppy over sangria Gone out for dinner Raved about music Choked down a 649 Traded soup Met for lunch Sat around a campfire Seen a concert Talked on Twitter, by text or… Read More you. yes, you.
I’m always appreciative of the gratitude people express on Veterans Day, whether it’s directed specifically to me or not. But this one will be hard to top. My sister sent me this on Thursday; it’s from the Veterans Day program they had at the school that Drew and Mollie attend. That’s me in that list, just… Read More 8. thanked.
The nice British lady was right. When I got to the corner of Viruth Street and Benton Avenue this morning, she told me to start running. I would be running for the next twenty minutes, something I hadn’t done since I was in the Army more than 20 years ago. My legs felt a little… Read More 7. twenty. no, really.
Uncle Crappy 