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Zen Doesn’t Always Work, or Does It?
They don’t pay me enough to put up with this sh . . . . After being gone from home for the past two weeks, sleeping in my own bed last night, among my own clutter, felt great. Becoming unconscious...
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Who Needs A 401(k)? Not Me!
“Yep, that looks about right. We’ve lost half our net worth in the last three years. Time to switch to Plan B, or C. One of those. . . . “ I’ll be the first one to admit I’m no financial genius. I’m...
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I’m Certified; But That’s a Good Thing.
No self-respecting referee really gesticulates like this guy, but he looks to be a bit of a dandy anyway. For various reasons, most of them bad (complete and utter lack of time away from work being...
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More Bad Trips
Not one of Daughter’s Ninja Kittens, but could have been. Based on second-hand information gleaned from my Significant Other, apparently one of Daughter’s kittens was accidentally stepped on a few days...
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The Difference Between. . .
“Nope. That’s not going to fit. Let’s change cars.” . . . going alone to my Sunday morning refereeing assignment, and bringing my eleven year old daughter (Daughter Number Two) with me: Going Alone...
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More Morons
Maybe the title for this piece is a bit harsh. But in my mind, whether one qualifies for the label “moron” almost completely depends on whether that person exhibits a loss of context, a loss of...
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Falling to Earth
“Why don’t we just shoot it? It’s all broken down anyway.” If you read my post yesterday, you would have discovered I was feeling pretty good about myself. Focused. Engaged. Relevant. What a freaking...
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I Guess I Should Write About My Birthday
Not the one yesterday, of course. That went just fine, thank you. Two hours at the office, five hours at the golf course, and an hour at a restaurant accompanied by the female remnants of my family....
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There Is Crying in Soccer!
And a lot of it. Ask me how I know, and I’ll tell you the story. But it’s not all that sad. It just is. Here goes. For reasons not altogether completely clear to me, there seems to be an unending...
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