I realize I have been very silent on here the last week or so. Things were a bit crazy with the race and, if I’m being honest, with the attention I received once my post about the dog in the car got around. Over the past week I’ve seen the best and worst of people
UPDATE: I’ve posted a bit of an update to this whole situation in my post “And They Call it Puppy Love” Well, ya’ll, it’s happened. I’ve become one of THOSE people. I had hoped this day would never come but here we are. I’m that guy. You want to know something? I’m okay with it. If
Yesterday was a good day. Yesterday was a much needed breath of fresh air. Yesterday was a good day. So why does today have to suck so hard? To flashback, Ashley-Michelle and I decided that we needed something of a mental health break and just wanted to get the hell out of town for a
I don’t know about the rest of you, but this week I got to ride on top of a giant gator and throw stuff at people. UPDATE: I have been informed that this is a TERRIBLE blog post and it lacks “important details.” I feel that this is a wonderful blog post and an accurate
Jury duty. The words alone are enough to make you roll your eyes. It’s an oddly necessary evil that show itself once and a while and you’re forced to deal with it. A lot like family visiting for the holidays. My younger brother and I apparently have a fine talent for getting selected to go
If you happen to follow me on Twitter, I’m sorry. You did that to yourself. If you’re not following me on Twitter, you can do so by clicking here. And then do some catching up. I’ll wait. My poor Twitter follows have been witness to my newfound obsession with Taylor Swift’s Reputation Stadium Tour which
I’m sure at some point any one of us has seen those mega-viral posts from servers or bartenders where a guest has left them a tip that changes their life. I’d be lying if I said that I’ve often gone into work and had an interaction with a guest that left me wondering if today
Today, if you didn’t know, is a magical day for runners. It’s New York City Marathon Day. Well, the marathon isn’t being run today, but it’s lottery day. If you’re not familiar, there’s a bit of a process of singing up for the New York Marathon that involves a lot of praying to whatever deity
So the last couple days have been, for lack of articulate description, fucking shit. I went into my weekend (Wednesday/Thursday) with such excitement and hope, that I failed to see a train hurtling towards me at full speed. What sucks even more is that I can’t even post about it without potentially causing more problems.
I have to admit that originally I was going to title this “Your Son Just Bitch-Slapped A Mammoth” but my blog cross-posts to my Twitter which is followed by a lot of educational professionals and I thought it wouldn’t be the best to put that on my page. I’m honestly not the type to have
Somewhere With Regret 