Family

I just got to meet Karen’s niece and nephews today. They are the offspring of younger sister Kris and her husband Allan. High school sweethearts. Allan is the rock. A father who has raised three highly intelligent critical thinkers who are a joyous mix of ambition and passion, while maintaining a sense of wonder inContinue reading “Family”

Ohio

We made it. 4 days and 2000 miles later we pulled into the Buckeye State. Hot, muggy, but shades of green all over the place. The Domestic Despot and I went out on our own today looking at homes out in the country. We found a few possibilities and the realtor will be showing usContinue reading “Ohio”

The Freakin’ Milwaukee Freakin’ Bucks and Maddogg’s Sport Report

Wow. I was so proud of my Desert Dogs as they clawed their way into the maelstrom that was the city of Milwaukee and Buck Nation for game six of the NBA Finals. Giannis. I’ll say it again. Wow. And the 65,000 maniacs outside Fiserv.com Arena? I am a believer now. And how about theContinue reading “The Freakin’ Milwaukee Freakin’ Bucks and Maddogg’s Sport Report”

Movin’ on Out

Done deal. We are no longer in our lovely domicile in Avondale, AZ. The funds have hit the account, the desert is in our rear-view mirror, and we are in a hotel in Albuquerque. I will wait until I give the customer service liaison an opportunity to answer my written missive before I put anythingContinue reading “Movin’ on Out”

The Friendly Skies

Where did they go? People are going absolutely batshit crazy on planes. If you know me, my solution comes in one word. Parachute. I hope they increase the penalties to include mandatory jail time and a felony on the record. The Domestic Despot Osama bin Karen and I were just discussing this same subject notContinue reading “The Friendly Skies”

Ship Ahoy

You know, I always thought of the pirate as a romantic figure. Sailing across the open seas, obviously privy to some of the most beautiful sunsets known to man. However, it is hard to imagine one pirate playfully nudging a shipmate and commenting on how beautiful the sunset was and how its colors simply dancedContinue reading “Ship Ahoy”

The Dance

I can dance. Certainly not as well as I think I can, but I have rhythm and a good sense of beat to at least not be “that guy” on the dance floor; flailing, spinning, and generally avoiding falling down to any music, except jazz. But who dances to jazz? Not cool enough. Jazz buffsContinue reading “The Dance”