Dear Mr. Internet Pharmacy Billionaire:
Hello. You don't actually know me by name, but let me introduce myself. I am the severely depressed, erectile dysfunctional, herpes inflicted, anxiety disorder victimized, panic attack having, AD/HD....Hey look! A squirrel!......sorry about that, AD/HD suffering, narcolepzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz oops; dozed off again, didn't I? Narcolepsy suffering, heartburn bemoaning insomniac who's blog comment box you have been filling on a daily basis →
Careful With That Punctuation, Sport
Apparently Dr. Isaid No has returned from the dank slums of Eastern Europe. I was talking to Mr. and Mrs. AP the other day and they told me there had been a Doc sighting in the neighborhood. It was more than a sighting, actually, it was a full-blown encounter. Mr. & Mrs. AP did some spring cleaning and had a garage →
Big Word Wednesday-Week 11
Well, at least this counts as 2 contests: the first and the last. Tom at Being Michaels Daddy is the winner of the BWW POP QUIZ, as he was the only entrant. Congratulations Tom! Your bucket of genuine Myrtle Beach sand is on the way. I have a feeling that Tom would have won regardless of the amount of entrants, →
The Narcoleptic Labrador
My neighbors dog is killing me. It barks incessantly. But ONLY at night. Usually between the hours of 2am and 5am. I think it suffers from daytime narcolepsy. Barring a poisoned pork chop; I'm running out of options. I have several that I can still employ, but the pork chop is looking better and better. Now, before you call the →
Redneck Riviera Memoirs
We made it home in one piece! No "travel" issues either, unless you count $4 a gallon gasoline or the sunburned tops of my feet. I know, I know; but I had my sandals on, I can't be expected to remember EVERYTHING! Well, sandals won't be an issue for a few days. Nor will any type of footwear. I'm going Cro-Magnon →
Big Word Wednesday-POP QUIZ!
Alright smarty-pants, NukeDad has taken the Nuclear Family to the Redneck Riviera for some sun-n-fun. While they're paying $8 a piece for sodas (same-day refills only $2!) and eating Calabash by the wagon-load, you've got some homework. Get out your keyboards and listen up! Your homework assignment is to create a paragraph using at least 6 words that you have learned so →
Would You Like Some Mustard On That Crow Sandwich?
Wow. What a great day this turned out to be! I woke up to find a ton (for me, at least) of comments on my Father's Day post; linky love from Mr. Lady at Whiskey In My Sippy Cup and Melisa at Suburban Scrawl, and then I got TrampledUpon StumbledUpon. It's been a busy day. To top it off, the YMCA flag football →
A Father’s Final Act Of Grace
I remember distinctly where I was the moment my father died. I was 30,000 feet in the air, somewhere over Western Mississippi or Eastern Arkansas. I was in a deep sleep due to overwork and stress from my father's rapidly deteriorating condition. It had been a rough two days; trying to decide what to do, and when to do it. →
The Return Of A Virus Named Bob
I've talked about our little house guest before. If You don't remember Bob, read this first. Go on. I'll wait. OK; back? What did you think? Crafty little S.O.B. isn't he? Well, he brought a friend with him this time. He smuggled him in through the one thing that was designed to protect us: medicine. That's right, the medicine NukeMom →
Big Word Wednesday-Week 10
In honor of my 13th wedding anniversary tomorrow, I thought we would pick a couple of words that would fit in with this weeks BWW sign, and the theme of Las Vegas weddings. See; NukeMom and I got married in Las Vegas. June 12th, 1995; the day we started our life together. It was a year to the day after a guy →
Is This Thing On? Hello? Anyone? Bueller? Adler? Fry? Fry?
As some of you have no doubt noticed, my sidebar went to a rave and got ahold of some bad blotter acid, or something. Nothing I've tried has fixed the situation. So; since this theme has a history of bad behavior, missed curfews and snarky back-talking, it is grounded for a month. It will not leave this Theme Editor until →
They Don’t Write ‘Em Like That Anymore
Nukeboy1 has been blinded by the light. Well, sort of. He has taken up the guitar for the second time. The first time was 2 years ago when he was 8. This time he's a little more serious about it. His turnabout can be explained in one compound word: Rockband. He got it for Christmas, and has been rockin' out →
Hey Buddy, Wanna Buy A Ribeye, Cheap?
The meat wagon pulled into my driveway the other day. I'm not talking about the county coroners' Hearse, or a burrito buggy that frequents construction sites; I'm talking a 1998 Dodge Ram 1500 with dents a plenty, peeling paint and in desperate need of a tune up. I mention the tune up only because the children who were riding their bikes up →
Forgettable Moments In Food History
Today is Nukeboy1's day to have Dad bring him lunch at school. He went with the healthy option this week and decided on Subway. Finally! After suggesting it all year, he finally decided that this; the last lunch of the year, would be the healthy one. That's fine, except that today I am in full carnivore mode and I'm craving →
Big Word Wednesday-Week 9
I felt it fitting this week to choose some words that could be easily "misheard" or "misunderstood" to go along with the Obsessed With An Alien post. Check it out to see how many songs you've been singing wrong all of these years. So, with clarity as our goal, let's get started. Our first word is apologia. It means an →
Obsessed With An Alien?
At dinner last night Nukeboy2 was showing off his big brain. "Ask me some words to spell Dad!" Obviously grammar is riding in the back seat at this point. We made it through "Kat" and "Shuld" before I remembered that in the 2nd grade, it's all about fawnicks. I mean; phonics. I don't feel that it is the best way →
