Monthly Archives: August 2010
I’ve always wanted to say “I’ve taken my training to the next level.” Now I’m saying it. “I’ve taken my training to the next level.” I was getting ready to run today. Shoes, shorts, Garmin Miranda, hat and sunglasses. (In … Continue reading
How am I supposed to go to a church that is intolerant of gays? Don’t dredge up biblical references. In my heart, I know what God wants me to do. Eat more poblano. Don’t tell me my gay friends are … Continue reading
“What are you doing today?” “I’m rimming.” “That’s good.” “Well, it’s not as glamorous as it might sound.” — Work’s still crazy hard. I’m heading into my fourth straight week of six-day weeks. And the days are super intense. I … Continue reading
I tend to think of messages from God as being subtle. As in, a feeling or intuition or a Wendy’s advertisement for a frosty. Not so. I’m on it, God. Poblano it is. And thanks for not making me eat … Continue reading
I got killed by the obits. Things were going pretty well last night till I crashed hard on the obit page. It’s a very labor intensive page, and suddenly it was gone. I never really recovered. Made deadline, sort of, … Continue reading
We’re watching a Spencer Tracy-Katharine Hepburn movie. His name in the movie is Pat. He’s no Pat, Mo says. He’s a Robert. I’m thinking either one is better than Spencer.