Gabe has brought it to my attention that all the other bloggers have nicknames for their spouses and I just call him Gabe.
Erin has The Kaiser, BIYF has BIYM, Dad Gone Mad has Hot Wife and well, you get the point. Anyway, Gabe thinks he should have a better name. If it was up to him, he would be Der Kommissar.
I say that is too hard to spell.
Can you guys help a brother out?
I just started reading “Middlesex” by Jeffrey Eugenides. I naively assumed it was about a place called Middlesex. Did everyone else know it was about a hermaphrodite?
Aaron and Frank loaded me up with a bunch of Mr. T goodness. Don’t forget to watch the video. (I can’t believe Ice-T wrote this rap).
We’re going to go up to Connecticut to do some fishing. For what? Nuclear subs.
You’ve got to love it when some preachy asshole gets caught ON VIDEO having sex with four women and Kid Rock. (Thanks Jeff)
This has been bothering me for quite a while now. While I was still in Tampa I heard someone say that their twins were 29 months old.
Are you freaking kidding me? Like I am going to sit here and do the math to figure out how old your frigging kids are. At 3 or 4 or 7 months that kind of accuracy is appropriate. I’ll even give you 18-24 months because you need that information to buy clothes. But anything over two years old Just doesn’t need to be that specific. Even their Grandparents don’t need that kind of detail. Can’t we all agree to just say 2 or 2 1/2 or 3? Please?
We were just watching “The Street” and when Elmo said “Goodbye Everybody!” Claudia waived at the television and said “Bye, Elmo!”.
Then she hopped off the couch and started rocking out to the “Elmo’s World” theme song.
If someone forced Claudia to choose between me and Elmo I don’t think I would stand a chance.
I don’t talk about basketball much because, well, I don’t watch many NBA games anymore. You see, my team is The Orlando Magic, and it is far too painful. (Plus I’ve learned to appreciate college basketball more than pro.) My fellow Magic fans from college (back in the Shaq/Penny days) have more to say on the subject than I do. Today we were talking about Orlando getting rid of Steve Francis. These are excerpts from actual e-mails I got today*:
I’d trade Steve Francis for Manute Bol’s corpse and a half eaten bag of Cheetos.
I’d trade him for a sandwich. Not even a deli one—maybe just a vending machine variety.
Ouch.
*I was just going to put this in one of my “From My E-mails” posts, but I just couldn’t let this get buried.
