From The Muppets: “Walter: You give people the greatest gift of all. Kermit: Children? Walter: No. Kermit: Ice Cream? Walter: No. Laughter. Laughter is the third greatest gift of all.” I’m going to have to disagree with Kermit and promote ice cream to number one. Mom ate a banana split daily while pregnant with me….
The alarm sounded, music uploaded onto the clock interrupting their sleep. Honest to God, she’s never going to change that music, he thought. At least “Run to the Hills” accurately reflects the annoyance of waking up this way. I hate when she lets the alarm go on and on, it’s so inconsiderate. Doesn’t she realize…
Now is the time on Sprockets when we acknowledge being acknowledged. I have had bestowed onto me the coveted Love My Monkey award (or Liebe mein affe-mienke in the original German…OK, Liebster Award, whatever). I am much too lazy to copy and paste the award rules here. Suffice it to say I’m to give props…
The Event: Iron Chef Potluck (ingredient: “spirits”) The Recipe: Guinness Cupcakes with Irish Whiskey Ganache Filling and Baileys Buttercream The Verdict: while I announced the following on Twitter pre-baking… “Baking cupcakes filled w/whiskey ganache & topped w/Baileys buttercream. In other words, cupcakes I’m 98% sure I won’t eat. #5YearOldPalate” …I ended up eating…uh, several. Cake:…
Under Construction: Brussels, the European Union, and Me This post was inspired by the Write on Edge RemembeRED writing prompt: “Imagine your life, or a part of your life, as a title and tagline. That’s it. Give us the title, and give us the tagline.” You know I can’t leave it at that. This prompt…
Two nights before Christmas, I stayed up late to wrap gifts alone. I kept the TV on for company and groaned when Charlie Rose came on with Matt Damon and Cameron Crowe. I expected shameless plugging of their movie We Bought A Zoo and perhaps some vapid discussion of their “craft.” But about 10 minutes…
I knew what I wanted. I had pictured tears of relief and pride at the finish line of my first half marathon, but my eyes stayed dry. My words were salty instead. “If I ever talk about doing that again, punch me in the face.” I also muttered obscenities regarding the measurement accuracy of the…
Getting sick over New Year’s is apparently now a tradition. I’ve had a cold (and colds make me act like a man…poor little bunny!) since Tuesday. So I’ve been drinking orange juice and catching up on “How I Met Your Mother” on streaming video even more quickly than my retired mother (not that it’s a…
Probably not the most thrilling content I’ve ever written, but I’m pasting my 2012 goals below: because I said I would, to help with accountability, and to serve as a foundation for what I’ll inevitably write about some of these. As a reward for sticking with a list post in table format, see the end…