The Off-Season
I'm getting all geared up to coach NukeBoy1's flag football team again this year, and I'm wondering about the time commitment. Will I be able to spare the 1 hour a week needed for practice? Will the 2 hours spent in the sun on Sunday afternoon become too tedious? I'm toying with the options. I know that I'll be spending →
The Bibliophile
Somebody help me. My brain hurts. I've been reading at an outrageous pace. In the last 7 days I've read 5 books. 9 in the last 14 days. Cover to cover, no pictures. No kiddin'. I've been reading them almost as fast as Stephen King writes them (Or Coben, or Baldacci, or Patterson, or Grisham, or Suess). I found this →
Can You Believe These Clowns?
I know, I know; you're expecting one of my political rants, right? Too bad, this is all about the Circus. Since we are now Upper Middle Class Rednecks, we get sporadic access to the luxury box thru NukeMoms employment with a large multi-national company. But you knew that already, didn't you? Maybe I should quit bragging about it and just →
CSI: Appalachia
By now everyone knows that Flat Weasel Momma; heretofore referred to as FWM, came to visit The NukeFamily a while ago. OK, so it's been quite awhile ago. You'll find out why she hadn't been sent on her way until just recently as the story unfolds. Still, it's not like it's been 6 months or something, right Busy Dad? Don't →
Going Off
I broke one my rules today. I used someone else's blog to fire back at a commenter rather than comment on the post itself. I couldn't help it, though. Go read Momo Fali's post and the comments and then come back. You back? Good. Now, never mind the fact that I'm being a total hypocrite for doing exactly what I'm calling →
The Father-Daughter Dance
NukeGirl had asked me out on a date about a year ago. I was reading in the paper about the Father-Daughter dance that had just taken place, and she said; "Why didn't we go?" I assured her that when it came around again that we would go. Every month or so, NukeGirl would ask; "Is it time for the dance →
The Danger Bug
The Danger Bug is alive and well in our house. Our old friend Bob the Virus couldn't make it this year, so he sent his apprentice. The Danger Bug has been passed around our house for a while now. My asthma has flared to the point that the local Community College has asked me to teach next semester's Lamaze classes. →
