I’ve managed at least one visit to the same gym for the past 21 weeks. I think this deserves some kind of special award. I’m trying to cut back on caffeine. I’m failing miserably. I, however, have cut way back on alcohol intake . . . but I worry that the primary reason for this… Continue reading Where I relax and just type what crosses my mind
Author: John
Where I recount my past weekend
This past weekend was Easter weekend — well, I guess, the past two weekends were Easter weekend. See, my wife is Greek Orthodox, and as such, I’m heavily involved with the Greek Orthodox church in our community1. In fact, I’m the cathedral organist2. Since the orthodox calendar is different than the “western calendar” when it… Continue reading Where I recount my past weekend
Where I redefine “a line” in a guest post
Some time ago, Jenni had a baby . . . and when she had her baby, she broke her pubic bone, and when she broke her pubic bone, she decided to start writing blog posts in 8 lines. So, she asked for guest posters to commemorate this time in her life . . . and,… Continue reading Where I redefine “a line” in a guest post
Where I remind myself that scale only reports a number
I have a confession for all of y’all. No, it’s not that I’ve allowed my vision to stray while someone, with ample cleavage, bent over in front of me1. It’s not that I’ve gone a long time without sitting down to read an actual book, instead doing my “reading” through audiobooks (I admit this, freely… Continue reading Where I remind myself that scale only reports a number
Where I pull out the crock pot to make dinner (and talk about boobs, of course)
Life has been crazy lately. I get to work, and spend all of my time, um, working1 and then I head onto symphony, or band, or home . . . and you know, finding time to blog when you’re just in constant motion2 is really freaking difficult. Also really freaking difficult? Finding time to make… Continue reading Where I pull out the crock pot to make dinner (and talk about boobs, of course)
Where I sit back and let the crazy fly
Pollen can suck a bag of dicks. Seriously – I haven’t felt right for the past two weeks, and I’m fully blaming allergies. My band (with the rhythm guitarist who does not have cancer after all, thank heavens) has a gig on Saturday night — our practices have been really good as of late, so… Continue reading Where I sit back and let the crazy fly
Where I share some insight on making marriage successful
Not too long ago, I got into a conversation with somebody about the fact that most affairs start the day after Valentine’s Day — this seems to be a peculiar bit of data1, but it makes sense, on the surface. Someone at the end of their rope waits and waits and waits for something good… Continue reading Where I share some insight on making marriage successful
Where I completely rewrite Stephen King’s latest book
The idea of a vacation is a splendid one . . . get away, let the mind reset, let the body rest. In a perfect world, a vacation means turning the stress dial from 11 to 0, and then allowing yourself to enjoy that sensation while you heal. In my mind, I can say that… Continue reading Where I completely rewrite Stephen King’s latest book
Where I think about how my blogging voice was formed
Like many things in my life these days, my intentions were grander than the reality. Last week was the link-up, celebrating my one-year anniversary . . . and I actually had hoped to write one of the prompts per day (except for Wednesday, because I wanted to let my guest post at Quasi Agitato get… Continue reading Where I think about how my blogging voice was formed
Where I recount one of the longest nights of my life
I’ve actually gone back & forth about posting this a few times . . . see, it doesn’t involve running, or cycling, or boobs, or eating right, or music, or any of the other things that bring you here. But, this is “daddy runs a lot,” and it’s a big daddy moment — and, well,… Continue reading Where I recount one of the longest nights of my life