Cooking For One

Sunday Sunday SUNNNNNDAAAAY!
Sundays in the fall rule. Why?

Football.
I like football.

I like it more when my fantasy football team is doing well (which it is at the moment).

Sundays are good because they give me a chance to reflect on the week ahead as well as a fond look back at last week.

And Friday marked an impromptu trip to the thrift store.

I had intended the trip to be a "T-Shirts Only" visit, but as usual, the minor deities of thrift had other plans in store for me.

I knew as soon as I saw this my mission of shirts only was in jeopardy.
One "Racin' Bubba" I can fathom. The fact there there are a series of them, however, was a little too much for my pre-lunch mind to wrap itself around.


This looks exactly like president Bush to me. Only minus the diploma. And the "#1 Graduate" thing, of course.

This was a mirror in to the past. Or was it the future? I forget. And I wasn't quite prepared to be sucked in to Narnia. I had a conference call that day that…

My wife kicks a$$. Seriously she does.

The latest in the reasons why she rules is as follows:

She finished her first 1/2 Marathon this morning.

Don't believe me? Check it out for yourself.



We were in a really bad position (couldn't swindle a press pass in time), but in a good enough position to cheer her on and let her know how proud we were of her!!!

The Columbus Marathon is a pretty big deal (one of the qualifiers for the Boston Marathon as well as the Olympic trials) and this year is the first year they offered a 1/2 marathon. Out of 7500 runners and walkers, over 3000 of them were there for the 1/2 marathon.

But the only one we were there for was Nancy.


My wife rules!

I love you honey!





*UPDATE* On the off chance that this video doesn't embed properly (all told it should run about a minute or so for the full clip), you can find it here.

OK. I understand that Sen. Mark Foley (R-FL)(ret) is kind of a sleazeball. A perv to be sure. And may or may not be a criminal (really depends on what the emails and IMs said, doesn't it?). At the very least there's a strong possibility that he's a sexual predator.

But apparently the news community wants us to also know that in the midst of all of this deviant behavior, that Mr. Foley is also Gay (with a capital Homo).

Why? Good question.

I'm not sure that him being gay has anything to do with him being a creepy perv. And yet, it's in almost every single article that's out there about this. Foley himself used this as an excuse (along with "I was really drunk at the time" and "I had 493 free minutes left from that AOL CD they keep sending me"). Whatever, dude.

The politicians have already gone full on into "your fault" mode. Dudes....seriously. Who gives a f**k why someone didn't do anything sooner? You can't change that. Deal w…

This last weekend we had the whole clan in from Indiana for the boy's birthday celebration (his birthday was actually Weds, but we had the Bowl-a-Rama/Thriftaganza over the weekend).

Since this isn't the High Plains Birthday Blog, we'll get right to it.


Something's wrong here. Can you guess what?

I was wrong. There is one remaining Members Only jacket in the free world.

Git R Done!

Now I remember why I kept getting my ass kicked in the 80's. Damn you jean jackets!!!

I felt like I should have bought this one.

After all, it did have my name on it.

This hat, however, did not.

Could he be carrying chips in that bag?

Apparently, the three wisemen were separated by a little pot. Or is it a cup?

What house does this belong in? A blue cat with a Wolfman Jack beard? Maybe Wolfman Jack's house. But I think that's about it.

From the creepy eyed porcelain knick knack department...

What the hell is this? I can't even think of a joke for this it's so jacked up.

This came in a …