Archive for August 2009
Skinny Elephants
My girls like to draw. They’re gifted little people. They can’t help themselves; they wake up wanting to make stuff and go to bed wanting more time to make stuff.
They’re artists. But sometimes they get stuck before they even get started creating.
“I don’t know what to draw,” they’ll say. And if I say “Draw a caterpillar or a… 
Sabbathing With Poor Little Sosy
Something’s wrong with Sosy. I’m no doctor or anything but I have watched House about a dozen times, and I ingested a great many episodes of ER early in my marriage, and loads of Doogie Hauser in middle school, so, well, that’s something.
Anyway, I think the faucet (pardon the fancy medical jargon) that carries serotonin to… 
Scoring Like A Playa
I’ve sent the invites and now I’m just waiting to hear “yes” or “no”…but more often hearing “maybe.” It’s like asking twelve girls to prom and then just staring at the phone willing it to ring (assuming, in this metaphor, that their parents let them call boys).
Ring, dang it! RING!
Of course if I asked twelve girls to prom… 
Caption Please: StoryUnfolding.com
This shot is from the live broadcast at StoryUnfolding.com yesterday. It desperately needs a caption. Have at it.
And I heard a rumor that what was streamed live yesterday will be available somewhere on-line soon to those of you who missed it because
you were doing something more important at the time – like earning a living. I’ll keep… 
Forgive Me Cindy For I Have Sinned
“Forgive me Cindy for I have sinned,” I joked. “It’s been two and a half months since my last workout.”
I fully expected her to sentence me to ten Hail Mary’s and one hundred push-ups. I got worse than that though: an hour of uncoordinated
flailing, panting and muscle failure in front of a ginormous mirror and twenty women… 


