January 2009
27 posts
Almost five hours worth of snot left on the gravel roads of Iowa this afternoon. Good times.
I am hiding from the food. Don’t tell the breakfast pizza where to find me.
Cold over. Drinking coffee again. The world is no longer upside down.
Me: You ate that meatloaf without crying, good boy. Six-year-old: I was crying inside my brain.
The dark, cold winters require one to search for inspiration in unexpected places: sitcoms, Judy Blume, in-laws, underbrush, your own heart.
Worst part about a head cold — makes good coffee taste bad. Truly, the work of the devil.
If you want your website to “Go Live”, it is not enough to send me a meeting invitation, “Website Launch Wed, 9:00-9:30”.
We’re wasting our time reading to children. We should be reading to each other.
Mild OCD … spending 90 minutes recounting the syllables in your twitter haiku.
tw-aiku:
Coming summer fades.
Through curtains of falling snow.
I cannot see March.
How to teach your son to properly put on a stocking cap: Step one — do it for him.
These pretzels are making me thirsty.
Wish the office vending machines took my ATM card.
# On branch master
nothing to commit (working directory clean) Can I go home early?
Obama is THE American.
“These things are old” — Barack H Obama, Jan-20-2009
If this winter doesn’t let up, I’m going to prematurely deplete my 2009 coffee budget.
“RE”-freezing is the devil’s business.
Had a glass of wine before riding the rollers. No incidents.
R.I.P. Andrew Wyeth http://tinyurl.com/9e5u3b
I’m skipping my workout tonight. Yeah, that’s right, you heard me.
2009 training started weeks ago, but tonight I begin training for my domination of the Tuesday Night World Championship.
It’s noon and I’m still not convinced of the appropriateness of my shirt/sweater combination.
My brother is a celsius man living in a fahrenheit world.
3 flats in 4 days. Santa should have brought me some new tires. He just doesn’t “get” me.
My brain is telling me I’m hungry. Sometimes he lies.
Damn you, Little Debbie.