A description of my post.

A description of my post.

There's this old picture that used to sit in a frame in our house growing up. I'm about five, my sister two or three. We're in front of Mike the Tiger's cage wearing 70s winter coats that might look stylish again by now, but were certainly ugly while the picture was displayed through the 1980s.

Unlike when I was a student, today's kids set up tailgate parties out amongst the fans and families spread all over campus. It's a little ironic that the kids today don't have a good place to go drink without legal hassle, other than right out in the open next to traffic-directing policemen.

While walking the dogs last night, I made up two haikus. One is based on my real life experience this week, and the other is not. It's funnier to let you decide which is truthful.

After our vacation in Tennessee, theskinnyonbenny family drove due south, and made our way back across the Gulf coast.

Every week I see more and more Facebook updates about the start of school. Apparently, we started before anyone else, which is fine, because it's too darned hot for the kids to be doing anything else right now anyway. Vanya started Pre-K4, in which they do a little more learning than they did in Pre-K3. By the time he starts Kindergarten, he will have exceeded the amount of school instruction that I ever received in Music, Spanish, or Religion.

On Tuesday, July 28, theskinnyonbenny family found ourselves in a rental house on a lake just West of Knoxville, Tennessee. We were with the Linkin family, and it was this particular day that we had chosen to load four adults and four children into a single mini van, and take the scenic route to the east. Our ultimate destination: Dollywood.

So what happened? The world isn't still making fun of Mel Gibson? But I wasn't tired of it yet!

I find myself busy during the long holiday weekend, so my good friend Mel Gibson generously agreed to author a guest post.

Two little kid stories, but before you skip past, one has some naughty innuendo.

You may have noticed that a very high percentage of the blogs out there have turned into parents writing about their kids. I know it's just not that interesting, but when you have a little kid, you just don't get out that much and find other amusing things to write about. I don't think it's a stretch to say that the quality of American writing is worse just because it's such a pain in the ass getting a babysitter.