Let me explain the post title. I saw the movie Knocked Up with my coworker T– today. He was running late, so when he arrived I was in a shadowy corner of the theater. The opening credits were starting, and it was clear that even though he was blinded by the light of the screen [...]
That’s what it’s called, except the words are in Spanish at my wife’s University, and college students have organized the dinner. They serve appetizers, and when dinner is ready we get up from our table and go to the buffet to receive individual portions from tray pans. Mariachi singers perform for us, and I never [...]
Being awake at 7:55 AM means that I’ll be tired by 10. Caffeine is so bad for me.
And I was lucky. Mom was awake. The niece and nephew were home. The only thing that could have made it a complete family reunion (my immediate family, that is) would have been if my little brother wasn’t working. What was really neat was that Mom had just woken up.
For the past few years, our school has traveled to my former high school for professional development activities. It’s fun, and there’s free food, but I can’t shake the feeling that it’s an odd thing to be wandering the halls of your high school as an adult. It’s almost as if I never left the [...]
Seriously. Five. I woke up early (translation: wife woke me up early), spent time in ye ole coal mine, shouted like a madman at the children, openly made fun of coworkers who secretly patronized me behind my back (and plotted death plots and other forms of madness), travel to the comic book store and the [...]
It’s not a metaphor for anything. Today I took laundry to the laundromat (the laundry-o-matic, except it’s anything but automatic) and tried to decide whether Tuesday night was a good night to be there.
I didn’t know that a phone call to the West coast could be so dangerous. It’s my friend’s birthday tomorrow. We hadn’t talked in years, so I picked up the phone and called her. From our end, my wife told me that I sounded like our very first date– I wouldn’t stop talking.
Grade papers, that is. I wake up in my sleep clothes, tumble over to my office (my cave, or dungeon, if you will), and look at the piles of papers that exist both on the desk and somewhere in cyberspace and I think “I’ll check my e-mail.”