Monthly Archives: January 2009

Okay, trivia time. What were the two inventors of Bubble Wrap trying to make instead of packaging material back in 1957 at the Sealed Air Corporation? Take a guess and let’s see what you got (answer below). For the patient … Continue reading →

I’m not great at the game myself, so my dream categories would be: Jeopardy Round Rhymes with Brown At The Supermarket Name That Ocean Hot Dog Toppings Halloween Animals Types of Pants Double Jeopardy Served With Fries Vowels Adding and … Continue reading →

Peeling apart that static-covered clump of socks is tense. First you yank them from the dryer and dump the hot haystack on the bed. Then you start pairing up the easy ones — reconnecting brown argyle husbands with brown argyle … Continue reading →

I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with U. If you guessed Uncomfortably Long Car Trip, you got it, baby. Yes, maybe you’re in a Backseat Squeeze for hours, one leg on each side of the Floor Hump, … Continue reading →

Celebrities tell you how to get, how to get to Sesame Street. Let’s count down 15 of the best walk-ons: 15. REM’s monster mash. In just over three minutes, Michael Stipe and friends take us on an emotional roller-coaster with … Continue reading →

Stand on the right. Walk on the left. AWESOME! Photo: here

Trouble bubbled at my friend Scott’s house the other night. See, earlier in the week Scott found a used McDonald’s Chicken McNugget sauce container wedged between the car seat and the car door in the Honda Civic he shares with … Continue reading →

Wedged tightly into dark corners in dusty attics are piles of old, worn out board games from years ago. The corners of these old boxes are cracked and split open, the flashy prints on top long worn away, leaving only … Continue reading →

What do you picture doing when you retire? Lounging amongst big umbrellas on sunny beaches, taking the grandkids to the zoo, cropping a serious vegetable garden, or turning your wood carving hobby into a lucrative craft fair business? Well, whatever … Continue reading →

Girl, you used to fit in a shoebox. Back when you were all-nude, all-the-time, you were crunched up real fine in your mom’s tum. Yes, your head was bowed down, your back was bent forward, your legs were pulled to … Continue reading →