Staying true to the name of the blog, today's bit of "randomness" is this: We love "Garden & Gun" magazine. Now how is it that a north country-based (or maybe north not-so-country-more-like-suburbia) blog about everyday bits and pieces on work and parenting and so forth connects to a southern lifestyle, art & culture, and sporting life publication? Just go ahead and click below -- or, better yet, grab a real, live copy -- and you'll see right away. Garden & Gun is an ongoing
December 28, Three days after Christmas. And only hours after the Third and Final Family Christmas Gathering(TM). Breathe. Every single year, without fail, on the morning after the Third and Final Family Christmas Gathering(TM), I think the same thing: "I made it". But this morning as I ducked into the minivan to head back to work, my annual sense of utter relief was shattered by a disturbing realization that I may have another couple days...or weeks even...of Holiday distres
Christmas Eve...frozen north woods. What do the kids do? Pile into every ounce of winter gear they can find (doesn't matter whose) and go ride on the homemade Redneck Toboggan Papa Ed made to pull behind the pickup. Through the woods they go! I only get nervous when I hear, "when we go out by the highway". This is Maggie (10) and Janie (11). Adventure girls.
We've arrived at the in-laws. I eschewed the standard half-filled 8 oz. tumbler and went straight for the jumbo margarita bowl for my Bailey's on the rocks. (It's bigger than it looks in the photo...I'm thinking it was about a 30-ounce pour.) I'd say it "took a bit of the edge off" but maybe that would be an understatement. The 4 year-old nephew is climbing on me like he's one of the Flying Wallendas going up to do his his tightrope act and I really don't care. Not one bit. C
Well, here we are again. As I often do, I'm sitting here in my cubicle farm, blowing off work/deadlines and typing away on my own blog. But it's the day before the office closes for Christmas, most of the people are gone (drinking, traveling, drinking-and-traveling), and it's finally getting quiet around here. I find it peaceful when I'm the only one left in my gigantic open-concept office. And today, being pre-Christmas and all, that leads me to what I do just about every ye
It's that time of year again. (Whatever you're thinking, you're wrong). It's the annual tradition of "Sarah gets all the credit". Also known as the family Christmas card. As of this morning, this year's version of "Our Card is Fancier Than Your Card" is under assembly, As an aside, I normally wouldn't post a visual preview without a spoiler alert, but according to my advanced Google analytics (or whatever), there are only 14 people that have ever read this blog, and I'm think
Overheard at the kitchen table: Sarah: "Benny, I was so proud of you for (insert whatever it is she was proud of him for) yesterday." Ben, deciding he's finally had enough: "Mom, are you ever not proud of us?!? You're always proud of us for everything." Checkmate. (insert silence and waiting stares from Ben and Maggie,,,Dad sipping soup and hiding smirk, waiting to hear what crafty prose Mom would try to lessen the sting of defeat) Sarah: "Well.....I mean...err.....no, But...
A while back, I learned my office has something called a "Meditation Room". No.....really. As you can imagine, it's conveniently located adjacent to the department from which our upcoming 108 Candlelight Special Sun Salutations thing originated. I have a hunch the same person might be responsible for both, actually. I had a couple minutes of unexpected free time today, so I thought I'd head on up there and see what it was all about. I mean, I'm the perfect candidate for medit
There's a really cool phenomenon that comes with being a well-traveled family. You find yourself attached to so many people and places across the country, and the quirkier they are, the stronger the connection. We laugh hysterically at encounters we had years ago -- the waitress at the Waffle House, the nasty back-woods convenience store bathroom adventures, and on and on. The last two years, we added Gatlinburg and the Smoky Mountains to our family itinerary, as the front en