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.
Even at age 43, I’m still the biggest kid you’ll ever see at Christmas. I love all the presents, and I can’t wait to get to ’em on the various Christmases Mrs. Crappy and I observe. But as I learned a long time ago, it’s even better to come up with that perfect gift for… Read More give it up.
The seal has been broken.
If you and I have: Had a beer Watched hockey Attended a tailgate party Cooked for each other Jumped in the Mon Gone out for dinner Raved about music Choked down a 649 Met for lunch Spent the weekend at each other’s homes Seen a concert Talked on Twitter, by text or even on the… Read More 31. i’m talking to you.
I’m usually a pretty confident guy in the kitchen. If I’m cooking something I’m familiar with — like, say, crabcakes — I have no trouble. If I have a recipe in front of me, I’m willing to give nearly anything a try. So why in the hell am I concerned about cooking a Thanksgiving meal… Read More 30. battling the bird.
Uncle Crappy 