It started out innocent enough.  I’d heard everyone talking about her.  She was the new girl; she seemed nice.  All of my friends knew her and talked well of her, but I hadn’t been introduced yet.  I took my sweet time getting around to it, but when we finally met, we hit it off right away.  I liked her energy.  She was vibrant and fun and carefree, everything you would want in a friend.  I’d be lying if I said that after a while being just friends was enough; I wanted more.  I wanted a commitment.  She balked at first and I understood.  It just seemed like I was putting in a whole lot more effort than she was, and for this to work I was going to need to see some reciprocity.  She agreed and from then on we were a couple.  Inseparable.  We chatted several times a day, told each other funny stories, it was great.  A few weeks in I could see that although she had committed herself to me, she was still quite the social butterfly.  I didn’t have a problem with that until I started to feel like she was just biding her time, waiting for a better deal.  She started spending more and more time making new friends and less and less time with me.  I tried to keep up with her, but a man can only have so many friends, am I right?  It finally got to the point that we hadn’t talked in several days and I knew that I had to make a change.  I ended it.  Right then.  I just couldn’t do it anymore.  But now I feel like maybe my decision was too hasty.  I’ve had a few developments in my life that make me think that maybe we could get back together, give it another try.  So I need your help.  I’ve got unlimited texting now; should I get back together with Twitter?

I've posted my share of TMI (Too Much Information) stories here, but having somewhat of a captive audience, I didn't perceive it as being too big of a deal.  After all, you can choose not to read it, right?  I also did my best to make the stories humorous and self-deprecating, so I think I accomplished my goal of sharing →

The weekend started out good.  I accompanied NukeBoy2 to an overnight camp out with his scout den.  NukeBoy1 tagged along and we had a great time.  It was the first time I had been camping in over 20 years, and a first for the NukeBoys.  They loved it.  NukeBoy1 and I will be heading to the mountains later this month →

The first moment of my High School experience was a memorable one.  I reported to my classroom that first day filled with apprehension and a flock of butterflies in my stomach.  Those fears quickly abated when I saw him walk in the room.  He entered the room whistling some obscure WWII song.  He had shoulders that slumped forward and a →

I'm frustrated.  I know there are a lot of other frustrated people out there as well.  The frustration comes from seeing all of the senseless, childish, immature bickering that our so called "leaders" engage in on a daily basis.   We aren't the first Americans to be frustrated, though.  I mean, is there anyone out there that truly believes that political →

The three day weekend of Memorial Day has always signified the beginning of summer for Americans, but I think it is important not to forget its true significance.  It is a time to say thank you to those brave men and women who have given their lives to protect our way of life.  I heard it put best by Zell →

The NukeFamily was back in DC this weekend for the Andrews Air Force Base Joint Services Open House.  That's a great Washington DC generated name for the event, but I think most civilians would call it what it is: showing you where all of those tax dollars went.  I can tell you it was money well spent.  Admission was free; →

I was mercilessly attacked yesterday.  My character was assaulted by four, count 'em, FOUR fellow bloggers!  They beat me with the parody stick and then threw my bloodied carcass into the pond of satire, leaving me for dead.  But it didn't happen; I'M STILL HERE!  And like Michael Myers, I shall have my revenge.  Granted, I'm not a 7 foot →

I'm not naive enough to think that I can adequately describe motherhood; writers and poets better than I have been trying for centuries.  Shakespeare obviously had some Mommy issues, which is probably why he wrote in that hard to understand babble.  If he had just said; "Mom, where did you put the haggis?" instead of;  "Oh, Mumsy dearest! Wherest hast →

NukeBoy2 learned a valuable lesson the other day.  His Mother and I have always tried to teach him to stand up for himself.  "There will be times that you may need to defend yourself" we've told him "so be ready if the time comes."  We told him to stand his ground.  I guess we forgot to tell him that the →