I need to take some lessons from my cat. Things have been … stressful … recently. Getting by as a single-income household, even temporarily, is difficult. I face new challenges at work; I welcome those, because many involve changes that are overdue, but they are difficult nonetheless. It’s a lot of pressure. I don’t like… Read More under pressure.
I knew it was going to be bad. I didn’t think it would be this bad. Thirty five people entered the Eighth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Bocktown). And at the conclusion of the Elite Eight weekend, there are 16 — SIXTEEN — Blutarskys (and if you don’t know… Read More awful.
Who takes three days to make one serving of grilled pizzas? Me. And pretty much only me. My quest for the grilled pizza began sometime late Saturday morning, when we began our endless discussion: what’s for dinner? We knew we wanted to grill something, as we wanted to take advantage of last weekend’s glorious weather.… Read More three days. four pizzas.
I knew I had read something, perhaps in the spring, about the possibility. But until I heard a piece on NPR’s Morning Edition on the morning of Dec. 12 that I remembered — Westvleteren 12 was on sale. In my country. A brief bit of background: Westvleteren is brewed by an order of Trappist monks in… Read More belgium. via florida.
You know what will instantly wash away all of the hassles of the previous year? Jumping in an icy river on January 1. After my initial doubts, I went back to the Mon for the fifth-straight year — and I’m glad I did. This year was not without some unusual problems. Jenda somehow managed to… Read More out of the gate.
After a little begging and pleading, I am pleased to say that enough of you have volunteered to come out to the Mon Wharf on Tuesday morning that I’ll safely be able to plunge for the fifth straight year without worrying about breaking Mrs. Crappy’s Have Enough People To Haul Uncle Crappy’s Carcass Out Of… Read More yinz guys are awesome. and stupid.
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