Every day is a choice, and my wife and I do our best to make sure that coming to our (shared, obviously) home is the choice we each want to make and want the other one to make.

Oh, as if you Millenials invented THIS! I’ve got BOTH grandmothers’ china sets! They’ve been in my attic for the past 21 years, since we moved into this house—just before my son was born. He graduates from OU in May! We never even unpacked either set. They came to us, and up to the attic they went! HEAVY! Hell, the…

Once Upon a Time, an internet post ruined Pacific Rim for me by explaining that the operators didn’t have to be inside the robots. So, let me ruin this franchise for you: Put a siren inside a ring of explosives. Turn the siren on. wait for the bad guys to attack it. Set off the explosives. Repeat as/where necessary.

Step One: Create a trap, by placing a speaker, siren, or other klaxon-ish device in the middle of a Large Ring of Many Explosive Devices.

Naw.  Live and Let Die hasn’t aged well, but I remember it being good when it was released.  Octopussy, on the other hand... that’s a bad movie.  Even worse than Moonraker.

A few years ago, when my son was an athletic teenager who could eat his weight three times a day, there was a local Mexican place that offered a tower of food that would be free if finished at a sitting. Think taco salad with your choice of protein. Now, turn the shell upside down and cover it in queso. Now, make it a…

Had a client once who had gout so bad that crystals would force themselves up and out through his skin.  --shudder--

Best thing I ever did was marry the girl I married. But, that’s because we were and are, over the course of the last 30 years, willing to work together to address whatever it is we need to address.

Dang, I was really amped about getting one.

nonononono. I’ll bet dollars to donuts that Bob picked him.

The THRILL OF VICTORY and the AGONY OF DEFEAT!

Play a game with me. Get $100. Feels good, doesn’t it? Now, make a stack of 10 of them. That’s $1000, right? Cool.

Between sets, I’m watching the clock, so I don’t turn “rest” into more than that.  Most of my workouts have specific work/rest periods.  So, I’m never resting more than 60 seconds.  Well, 60 + getting set for the next round.  Because my trainer (read:  son) is trying to kill me!

I didn’t want to have kids. Thought I was too selfish to be a parent. Then, one day, my wife and I had to have kids. Can’t explain how that happened—it was as if some bell had rung. I don’t know.

I MADE BREAD!

Local Bdub has ghastly service. GHASTLY. Had to take BWW off the A-list of restaurants. It’s a shame, because their dry rub desert heat wings are clearly superior.  

I, too, lift in Vibrams.  We should form a club.

Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should.

More important than a lap time:

If I’m reading your post correctly, we’ve got 15-30 years before we create a black hole and Atlantis ourselves into oblivion?