It's not that I'm running out of things to trash. Or that I'm weary of it. Time is my enemy still. And today, as I embark on a health kick for me, Izzy, and Alisa, I gave up soda... But... Continue Reading →
William Shatner! On a Matchbox car! Yes! That happened one day in Kroger with my fiancée. About 4 years ago. Ever since, it's been on a shelf. In the package. Not anymore. Izzy is now destroying it. The way it... Continue Reading →
This cup... Was from my dad and I's trip to spring training in 2009. It was our last one. As a very sentimental person, this one's a toughie. Kid enjoyed putting dirt in it today.
A Coney Island Steamer. I heard that. You chuckled too. Another in the vast Generation X version of hipsters, buying silly, yet cool crap. My son was intrigued by it... "What's that?" "It cooks hot dogs." "Make some," he replies.... Continue Reading →
Here's one for the "duh" pile. An unopened pack of party napkins. Lugged these aroun for a decade and a half or so, saying "I'll find a good time to yank 'em out." Of course, never did. So, the kiddo,... Continue Reading →
I enjoyed my career as a journalist. I still freelance, but right now I am a dad first and a retail worker second and journalist third. I was laid off about a year ago now. I miss it an awful... Continue Reading →
Got home and it was 70 degrees outside, so Izzy and I played in the yard for a while, rolled in leaf piles, and walked (wee, I carried the little 32 pound dude most of the way) over to the... Continue Reading →
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