I Wish I Were A Kid Again
…so I could get away with sitting naked on the couch playing guitar.
…so I could get away with sitting naked on the couch playing guitar.
Call me a nerd, but I love reading updates on area construction. I also dig subscribing to the social media for the firms behind these highways, so I can keep in-the-know regarding their latest ventures. I subscribe to the North Texas Tollway Authority’s (NTTA) eNewsletter, and they were bragging
Updates
It was a hot day in Belo Horizonte, and even hotter in my office. I was into my third month of deputation in the Brazilian state of Minas Gerais, and nine straight months of mostly summer were beginning to wear me out. This stretch of temperatures had lasted from June
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Running
I was sitting in Whataburger, enjoying a post-race reward of beef and fries, when my iPhone chirped. It was a text message from my friend and head coach Patton, asking me if I wanted to run in the morning. I gave him a quick call. “Dude, did you tear up
Running
My iPhone chirped loudly at 4:00am, one hour before my scheduled wake-up time. I was sleeping on my back; now I was staring at the ceiling of my bedroom, wondering what the fuck was going on. I looked to my left, and Jenn was thankfully still in dreamland. I
Running
This was the turnaround for my run today. Despite the need to get home, I wanted to keep going forward. Despite the burning pain in my Achilles tendons, weak from lack of exercise and a new style of shoe, I wanted to keep going forward. The fact is, if time
Running
I ran down Silverado, as I normally do every other morning, working on a routine 40-minute loop. Although a mess of a road to navigate due to sidewalks that alternate sides, I liked running down that street because it was off the beaten path. Quiet and peaceful, and not terribly
Running
I turned left onto the Katy Trail. Mile 10 out of 13.1. I didn’t need my Garmin to tell me I was running a tad bit behind, less of the pace than my expectations. Even so, I was close enough to my goal that this 2009 White Rock
Stories
Awhile back, I waxed poetically about the manna from heaven that is Cane’s Sauce. This was picked up by the Raising Cane’s Twitter account, and I was later rewarded with some free chicken fingers (which I graciously accepted). The free food came in the form of a gift
Stories
Chris, Christina, my girlfriend Ellen and I walked into Campisi’s. None of us had ever been to this restaurant before. After years of hearing how great it was, we were finally giving it a shot. This version of Campisi’s required you to order at a counter. Chris and
In an attempt to piggyback upon the legacy of September 1st, I’ve decided to relaunch my blog. Yet again. This completes a redesign that started in January, when subsequently got its wheels shot off by my first child’s premature birth (he was not supposed to show up before
Stories
Our plane landed just one hour after leaving Busan. I looked outside my window and laid eyes on Jeju-do, the largest island in South Korea. Travel had been a whirlwind ever since we arrived in the country, less than one day before the United States squad started their first round
I drove down Church Street while Yancey kept a lookout for Mason Croft. I was still getting used to shifting gears with my left hand. “There it is!” he gulped at the last possible second before I was to drive past. Making a hard left, I pulled our car into
Stories
The flight felt brutally long. Unlike the last time I flew overseas, when Continental Airlines had been kind to stock their planes with in-flight time-wasters such as movies, video games, and friendly flight attendants, their codeshare partner Northwest Airlines had skimped on such amenities, ensuring that they would continue living
No stories today, although some new ones will be coming soon. I’ve been rather busy with other stuff in life, mainly the news that I am going to be a dad. Me and Jenn are twelve weeks pregnant!