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”

Cry Baby

I’m a cry baby. I admit it. It’s hard to refute when you are sitting there watching a sad movie and the waterworks begin. Since it is part of me, I’ve never cared to downplay it. I’m not embarrassed by it; it’s just who I am. I used to tell my friends I would kickContinue reading “Cry Baby”

Mice

Reposted from June 3: I talk about the craziest shit, don’t I? I kid you not. The dirty disease-laden rodents scare the hell out of me. I don’t care how small the little bastards are, I don’t want to touch them. I have been fortunate not to have had to grown up with mice runningContinue reading “Mice”