Continuing resolutions

I’ve never really done New Year’s Resolutions, mainly because I am, well, perfect. Nothing to improve on here.

Clearly, the first paragraph was not written by wife.

So the reason I don’t do New Year’s Resolutions is not some contrarian, anti-establishment thing. It’s just that I never really have done it. I’ve tried to quit or start numerous things in my life, with varying degrees of failure, and I’ve found that the best time to do it is when everything lines up. Basing it on a single date never seemed like the best strategy for success.

Childhood Family Uncategorized

Christmas memories

The other day, my son found an old video recorder. He wanted to charge it and use it shoot some nature videos. No problem, I said.

I dug into a basket that has roughly 48,000 assorted chargers and eventually found the right one. (For what it’s worth, I am fairly confident that, should you ever need a charger, we have the exact one in that basket. There are far more chargers than the number of electronic devices I have ever owned, so I can only assume they multiply and evolve.)


May the Force (Awakens) be with you…

We are just a few days away from the most anticipated movie in a franchise in decades.

I am talking, of course, about “Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Road Chip.”

Ha! Little nervous humor there. Like any good 40-something, I cannot wait for my Christmas to come early this year, when the latest Star Wars movie hits theaters. I have not been this excited for a new Star Wars movie since the last time they rebooted the franchise, with the oft-maligned prequels.

Adventures Food

A cut above

Nobody likes line cutters. Well, at least no one who is adhering to the actual rules of the line.

I am a fan of order, so I think a nicely formed line is something to be admired and find it abhorrent when people cut in line. However, I am not sure how to handle it when I become the line cutter.

Childhood Family

Respect the cows.

I just completed a 1,500 mile road trip with my family, and I am pleased to report that we will never, ever go on a trip in a car again.

I say this not because of my family, but rather because it feels like someone has inserted hot needles into my lower back. I am sure this pain will subside in due time, and by the time we are ready to head out again, I will have forgotten the white-hot intense pain that sitting in a car for eight hour stretches does to me. Plus, I have taken the proactive healing approach of reminding my wife every six minutes that my back hurts.