On Saturday afternoon, faced with nothing better to do, we loaded up the Jeep and drove backroads down to Hymel's. Although we talk about doing it a lot, it's probably been somewhere between five and ten years since we actually made the drive down there.

The title pretty much sums it up.

If you're a fan of free live music with (not so free) beer trucks nearby, now is the time to visit our area.

Yesterday, my mom was walking through Wal Mart with my son. He asked, "What's that Maw Maw?"

I'm not 100% sure, but I might have made fun of Mrs. theskinnyonbenny when she joined Facebook. If I did, it was a good natured accusation of trying to hold on to fading youth, just as she did to me when I surrounded my phone with a bright green protective case.

Just before tipoff, I got Vanya and Mrs. theskinnyonbenny back in the bedroom watching Dancing With the Stars. I went to the den, lit up the big giant TV, and got ready for the game. But I still don't know what happened.

This is a photo of Vanya's first minute in his first soccer game.

I really don't know how Jared Fogle managed that Subway diet when he was a 450 lb fat ass. I'm on day three of eating healthy, and if you offered me a candy bar in exchange for my murdering a kitten, I'd snap kitty's neck lickity-split.

I don't remember where I was or what the source was, but a week or two ago, I heard that you could get LSU license plates for your car in Texas.

Our kitchen is being remodeled. Right now, it's a big empty room, without cabinets or even walls or ceiling. The main objective of the rennovation was to get our washer and dryer out of the kitchen. Mission accomplished. They now sit useless in the dining room.

Oveheard during the St. Patrick's day stuff a couple of weekends ago: Mrs. theskinnyonbenny: Lily pulled a "Lassie" this week.

This morning, I relit the pilot light on our water heater. I've never lit a pilot light before, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I feel a bit more like a real man than I did yesterday.