I’m caught up on my sleep — mostly — and my voice is back to normal — mostly. But there’s a big part of me that hasn’t recovered from Saturday night, and I don’t think I’ll have a chance to make those final repairs until early November. After the game-winning touchdown by Texas in January’s… Read More no more.
It took us five hours to drive from our house to Columbus today. I knew we would encounter traffic on the bridges and the Fort Pitt Tunnel; we left at 5 p.m., so that’s to be expected. What we weren’t expecting? A single-lane construction zone along I-70 — with nearly no actual construction going on… Read More barreled over.
I’ve said here before that one of the beautiful things about being a craft beer fan is that there are as many opinions as there are beer drinkers, and everyone’s opinion is equally valid. We came across something on Tuesday that is unfortunately going to force me to offer a qualifier. Meet Shannon Baldridge. He… Read More wrong.
I’ve never had a bad experience at PNC Park. But then, I’ve never attended a ballgame with someone in a wheelchair. The World’s Coolest Mother-In-Law arrived in town Friday night for a visit, the centerpiece of which was attendance at Saturday night’s baseball game. The really big deal about this? Taking Mrs. Crappy’s 96-year-old grandmother… Read More PNC parked.
My friend Gina wrote an hysterical post about fainting goats on Monday. You should read it. You’ll find it at her site here. Unfortunately, you can also find it here, on the MySpace page of this loser. Yep, Lauren Cormier, a 30-year-old who lives in Palm Harbor, Florida, apparently liked Gina’s post so much that… Read More copied.
Our first indication there was a problem came Sunday afternoon, when I woke up from my pre-shift nap just as Mrs. Crappy was coming home from a trip to a nearby garden center. Neither of us was feeling too swift. Actually, the first thing I noticed was the fact that I lost my voice Friday… Read More a lovely evening.
Uncle Crappy 