• Humor,  marriage

    The next door neighbors.

    I don’t like writing stories that involve alcohol. Drunk stories, if you will. Stories about being under the influence. Sure, they’re funny and they show a part of our personalities that most people will never see. But the land of the Internet is not just you, Scott, and me. It’s employers, it’s potential clients, it’s our parents, possibly our future adult children. It’s our doctors making a mental note to check the “drinks alcohol” box on our charts. It’s people we’ve never met watching Scott and me roll by their house in a red golf cart at 10 a.m. on a Saturday morning. This wasn’t a normal Saturday morning joy…

  • KState

    My eulogy.

    I’ll be writing my own eulogy today. Don’t freak out. Let me explain –  I am constantly writing. Writing on my blog. Writing for work. Writing for my personal use. Writing epic Twitter meltdowns after K-State loses. The more I read, the better my writing. One of the blogs I follow is Don of all Trades.  He cusses a lot. He’s opinionated. He’s funny. Sometimes he writes about his wife and kids – which is probably my favorite part of his blog. “Mommy Blogs” are everywhere; it’s refreshing to read a “Daddy Blog.” Hey watch this, Don will make a comment that I called his blog a “Daddy Blog.” Don…

  • KState

    Kenny Chesney.

    June 2002. Manhattan, Kansas. I just ended my sophomore year at K-State. I decided to live in Manhattan that summer so I could take a few summer courses and make some easy money working at the local snow cone shack. Scott was my new boyfriend at the time. He decided to live with his parents for the summer. To this day, he regrets that decision because he could have prevented me from making a dumbass out of myself in front of Kenny Chesney. It’s 2002. Kenny Chesney was not the huge superstar he is now. Or maybe he was. Hell, I don’t know. I didn’t listen to country music back…

  • KState,  Travel

    Manhattan, Kansas.

    Scott: Welcome home. You feel old now? Me: Nope. Manhattan, Kansas is a transport in time. 10 years magically just came off in Aggieville and I was 21 again. Scott: Wait. Stop. Why are you walking weird? Me: I have shin splints. Scott: What did you do last night? Me: Went out to eat with Devon. Watched a movie at her house. Went to bed early. It was great. Scott: What did you do the night before? Me: Well……the last thing I remember saying before leaving Aggieville was “I never got a picture of me in my graduation cap and gown 9 years ago in front of the Higinbotham Gate.”…

  • Hunting

    Wild turkeys, meet my daughter. I guess.

    Emma has a new hobby. And I don’t like it one bit. Oh, hunting. Killing animals bothers me. They’re just living their lives in the wild, trying to survive…then BOOM! Dead. But they didn’t do anything to you! Don’t you feel a tiny bit sad the second before you pull the trigger knowing you have the power to end that animal’s life? Killing aside, how is hunting fun? You sit in a chair you installed 30 feet up in the air. And you sit…for hours. Sometimes it’s rainy. Sometimes it’s snowy. It’s always cold. Don’t you get bored? What if you have to pee? What if you have to poop?…

  • Humor

    Tad's Tropical Sno

    Oh yes.  Tad’s is back and open for business and less than 3 min away from our house. Tad’s is a snow cone shack.  He owns several throughout the state.  Including Manhattan. (And Lawrence.  His “home base” is the one in Lawrence)  I was fortunate enough to work for Tad in Manhattan.  I worked for two summers.  I had a blast.  Easiest job I’ve ever had.  Tad would hire girls from one sorority at K-State.  And somehow I got hired too.  I won’t lie, it was a bunch of hot chicks making snow cones. We made killer tips. I still know what each flavor contains w/o looking at the cheat…

  • Humor

    Sex and the City.

    I am an addict. And it’s really pathetic. I am addicted to Sex and the City reruns.  There I said it. I enjoy old episodes of classics like Friends or Seinfeld.  But it’s not like my obsession with Sex and the City. I drop everything and will sit and watch whenever I find it on.  I know it comes on at 11:30 pm every weekday night. I start looking forward to it as soon as dinner is over.  I have seen every episode probably 1000 times.  I have the complete DVD set (without the sensors, much better) sitting with my DVD collection.  I could watch any episode any time I…