Tuesday, December 31, 2024
Saturday, December 28, 2024
Monday, December 23, 2024
Monday, December 16, 2024
Monday, December 9, 2024
Friday, December 6, 2024
Thursday, November 28, 2024
Monday, November 18, 2024
Sunday, November 17, 2024
Friday, November 15, 2024
Monday, November 11, 2024
Friday, November 8, 2024
Thursday, October 24, 2024
Wednesday, October 23, 2024
Monday, October 21, 2024
Saturday, October 19, 2024
Thursday, October 10, 2024
Wednesday, October 9, 2024
Tuesday, October 8, 2024
Freddie Jackson - You Are My Lady (1985 LP Version) HQ
Wednesday, October 2, 2024
Thursday, September 26, 2024
Wednesday, September 11, 2024
Tuesday, September 10, 2024
Sunday, September 8, 2024
Wednesday, August 28, 2024
Saturday, August 17, 2024
Friday, August 16, 2024
Thursday, August 15, 2024
Friday, August 2, 2024
Thursday, August 1, 2024
Wednesday, July 31, 2024
Tuesday, July 30, 2024
Monday, July 29, 2024
Thursday, July 25, 2024
Sunday, July 21, 2024
Saturday, July 13, 2024
Monday, July 8, 2024
Saturday, June 8, 2024
Sunday, June 2, 2024
Wednesday, May 29, 2024
Tuesday, May 28, 2024
Sunday, May 26, 2024
Saturday, May 25, 2024
Thursday, May 23, 2024
Wednesday, May 22, 2024
Monday, May 20, 2024
Saturday, May 18, 2024
Thursday, May 16, 2024
Tuesday, May 14, 2024
Monday, May 13, 2024
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
Wednesday, April 17, 2024
Monday, March 18, 2024
Tuesday, March 5, 2024
Monday, March 4, 2024
Monday, February 12, 2024
Wednesday, February 7, 2024
Tuesday, February 6, 2024
Saturday, January 6, 2024
"If You're Feeling Foolish . . ."
. . . just remember that when I was a kid I once tried to iron a pair of Umbro soccer shorts. Burned hole straight through them. Everyone laughed at me. Almost ruined the iron.
Friday, January 5, 2024
"Crucial Calendar Update"
I was able to find and purchase a correctly-sized claendar. There may be some hope . . .
Monday, January 1, 2024
"And We're Off!"
It's the New Year and the first order of business has been trying to obtain a correctly-sized calendar for my bureau, since I have the memory of a 900-year-old man. Usually, my mom gives me a calendar because she, for some reason, always has an extra one -- but this year it was way too small. Thrown into a panic, my mom came to the rescue and said she'd just pick up another one when she next went shopping. Then she showed up with this gigantic slab of a calendar and we're right back where we started, although things seem more desperate, as we can't seem to just buy a normal calendar.
Living in a world where everything is so constantly up in the air, having this calendar situation solved takes on such incredible importance. There's really no telling what will happen. My life is careening more and more out of control without a solid calendar to fall back on. Tomorrow, we try again. Let's hope for the best . . .