Monthly Archives: July 2009

I don’t know how to tie my shoes. I know, I know, it’s terrible, it’s embarrassing, but I seriously can’t tie my shoes the way most people do. I just — my fingers don’t slide the right way. When I … Continue reading →

My sister and I took skating lessons when we were kids. For years my parents drove us down to the rusty old arena around the corner on Sunday nights. Cheap coffee, chilled sweat, and change room mold lingered in the … Continue reading →

Speedos snapped on and earplugs pushed in, old folks dip into the local pool for a cardio session on water. And if you happen to catch a glimpse of the jumping jacks and karate kicks or happen to be in … Continue reading →

I was at my parent’s house this weekend and holy smokes. The three tiny evergreens out the back window have now bloomed into thirty-foot monsters shading half the backyard. Driving by your old school, visiting relatives you haven’t seen in … Continue reading →

I don’t have the patience for puzzles. If I’m hanging out at your house late at night and someone walks into the room shaking a big 500-piece box with a cover photo of a gray boulder balanced on a gray … Continue reading →

Engines revving, drivers idling, traffic lights flash red and stall the scene. Then just as you’re pulling up and about to slow down everything suddenly flicks to green. Now you’re pounding the gas and zooming right through the intersection in … Continue reading →

Finishing your snack with a bite of cookie leaves a nice sweetmouth feeling but clogs your molars with sugar-paste and practically begs for something to wash it all down. Then again, finishing with a big swig of milk rinses away … Continue reading →

I hate $19.98. When I’m pumping my car full of that sweet-smelling black gold, I get tense when I’m two cents away from a nice, round number. Maybe I’ve got a twenty dollar bill in my pocket or maybe I’m … Continue reading →

When I was a kid and played with He-Man guys or Transformers, there was always a time when the scale of whatever war I was waging grew beyond the number of figures I had from that set. This meant that … Continue reading →

Your windshield wipers have no idea what’s going on as you enjoy your blissful two seconds of silence. AWESOME! Photo from: here