All posts tagged with "my-stories"

It started with an email last Wednesday from Shelly. Yes, we went to see little people wrestling. It's as problematic as you're thinking it might be.

Here's an interesting question for the married men readers to consider. This came up in a conversation at work about a year ago. I can't remember how it worked its way into the conversation, but whenever I think of it, I can't help but laugh.

Yesterday was the final day of the Mardi Gras season, and as some of my regular readers might guess, I like to catch a parade or two during the month. I admit right now that I had a crappier parade-going schedule this year than most. We had pretty consistent cold rain in February, except for the final weekend, when we were in Las Vegas.

I am surprised that I have managed to go this long without telling any of you about my Las Vegas trip. There are a few stories to share, but not too many. Before I get to the point on this one, I'll mention a star-spotting.

As you've guessed by now, the Baton Rouge St. Patrick's Day parade was this weekend. This is certainly the best one that we have in town. It always takes place at 10:00 on a Saturday, and the weather always cooperates. This year was no exception: enough clouds to keep it from getting too hot, but plenty nice enough to be outside.

You know, this really is probably the best time of year in Louisiana. Consider all of this:

I'm planning to post many web log entries from Thailand during my trip over there in the next two weeks. There is only one problem with that. Every time someone looks at pictures or wants to talk about my last trip there, they get hung up on one particular story. It was actually Heather who was pretty insistent on getting to see the filthy side of Bangkok. We packed in a lot of activity, and I can honestly say that we could not have experienced more cultural oddities than we did in such a short time. Thai smut is just one piece of the big puzzle.

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The Saturday after Thanksgiving, we went to get our Christmas tree. The specific criteria we had made it hard to find a place to go:

A big nerdy reflection, a little Three's Company content, and then an out-of-the-blue joke that really hits.

A double post, first going into how I'm older than shit, and then followed by some cute daddy-blog crap.

I keep hearing something that is turning me into a deranged, foamy-mouthed lunatic. I'm not sure if this has just started, or if I've just started noticing. But I keep hearing people say "bolth" instead of "both." Are these maniacs stooges for the "L" lobby? Also, comments on a podcast, some journalism, and a sailboat electronics installation. It's not as disjointed as it sounds.

As I've mentioned in this space before, I'm an old man now. It's time to start publishing my gripes.

Last week, Mrs. theskinnyonbenny and I celebrated our twentieth wedding anniversary. I'm not nearly old enough to have been married twenty years, just as I am not nearly old enough to have a younger sister who dotes on grandchildren, yet here we are in a weird parallel universe where both things are ture.

This is just three totally unrelated short little posts about what's been happening around the theskinnyonbenny house.

A couple of weeks ago, I had an external hard drive go bad. That's bad news for me, because it's the one I use for both my main laptop's backups and also my music/movie file storage. Not a huge deal -- I always keep two copies of everything -- but I definitely need it back in service.

It's been like a year and a half since I got photos posted to this web site in any sort of manner that is timely enough to share. Until now. We kicked off spooky weekend number one with a visit to a "haunted corn maze" out in the middle of nowhere. It ended up being a really big corn maze that I suspect looked very little like its map picture:

A couple of weeks ago, I somehow picked up a bit of a ringworm on my right calf. It sounds like I'm a filthy animal, and I am, but it's just a skin fungus that's easily treated.

On Christmas morning, I went in for my morning deuce, and found that there was about three squares of toilet paper left on the roll. I had been in both of the other bathrooms the day before, and I knew that this was the extent of toilet paper in our house.

The Louisiana Marathon — or as it's officially known in my skull, the Louisiana Marathon of Mimosa Consumption — was Sunday. I got up early and hauled a small tailgate party's worth of chairs, tables, and music out into the driveway so that I could collapse exhaustedly into my chair and nurse my breakfast alcohol as healthy people who had already run 23 miles (23!) that morning passed.

This is really short but funny. Not adding a spoiler here -- just go read the whole post.

Driving a Jeep is great, as long as you don't mind rain dripping on you while you're driving, the check engine light being permanently alight, and if you want a consistently working stereo.

There are a lot of reasons to take the city planners in Baton Rouge to task. Here's one of very little importance.

Recap and pictures from the Kidder & Schultz third annual Oktoberfest.

Parts of our house haven't been updated since the house was built, which has been a little bit. Take a look at what it looks like behind one of our outlets. Scary.

A few guilty paragraphs about not posting more, a funny text message, and a video from New Year's that made us laugh.

Every time that one of my teams plays for a championship -- an experience that I may or may not ever have again -- I get better at how to do it. Here are my championship stories and how I get better at it every year.

Marathon, boat related, beer drinking, swim meet. This post is just a disjointed mess of small things that have been going on.

Your author discovers his disgust index and has some thoughts on the matter.

Back before the days of blogs and digital images, Mrs theskinnyonbenny and I got married and took a follow-up trip to Ireland. We toured around for a bit and happened to end up in Dublin at the same time that then-president Clinton was in town. You young uns won't remember, but back in the day, terrorists would occasionally blow up buildings in Ireland...

We got off later than usual, but we're on the road again this summer. Here's how the first week+ of our trip has looked.

It's been a lot of driving lately. Coming back from Maine was two really long days. Camp pickup wasn't until 10:00. We left from there and drove until the wee hours. 11 states, and it was all bumper to bumper traffic from Maine through New Jersey.

I have a new morning routine that puts me in the line of fire for parking tickets. Today was the first time that it became an issue.

I went to look for hurricane coverage this morning and found to my surprise, that Hulu live has The Weather Channel now. I hope the damage from this one is minimal, and that the loss of life is limited to unloved assholes. I thought this one would be too far east to affect us, but we're having a "way west of the hurricane" days, where there's a good breeze, lower humidity, and sunny skies.

A bunch of nonsense about getting a drink at Circle K and then going to work from the library. I had a couple of run ins with odd people. Also, I love the new checkout gadgets at Circle K.