NEW CASTLE —
NEW CASTLE —
Over the course of the next three months or so, you will hear plenty of “We are ...” cheers in the stands. But before the referee tosses the ball into the air tomorrow night, let me share a couple of “You are ...” thoughts.
Sometimes it’s hard to take advice. Mainly because we never know if it’s good or bad, until we try it out. By then, it could be too late.
Well, she's at it again. The name calling I have to put up with has rekindled. Since winter is upon us, and I must wear outer garments, the verbal abuse gets worse. My wife has been referring to me as a "slop."
What makes a person beautiful? I look forward to the annual release of the Oxford Dictionary's word of the year with far more voracity than even a nerd like me should really be willing to admit publicly.
Dear Mr. Claus: I hope this letter finds you well and that your family and loved ones are in good health. Please give my best to the Mrs. and the reindeer.
Something caught my attention in Tim Kolodziej's blog last week. He says when he enters a gym, and hears the basketballs being dribbled, he thinks, "I've got to play." That doesn't happen to me. I never could dribble a ball.
I’ll warn you now. You may not make it past “The Hug” in this gorgeous video, but try to watch it anyway. Then read my blog. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Hope you all have a blessed day!
Mrs. Couch Potato and I were watching David Blaine’s magic special the other night after recording it on our DVR, and a couple of things really stood out to me.
There’s a fun thing going around on Facebook: someone tags you to reveal 10 things about yourself. I've waited and waited, but not one of my 500 friends have asked me to join in. Should anyone ever ask, I have prepared a list of unknown facts about yours truly, that should end up in the Smithsonian Institute.
Do you celebrate the things you do have? A few weeks ago I asked you if you ever celebrated the green lights. I guess this is pretty close to the same question, but since it's Thanksgiving week, I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask again.