Crazy Talk and Sometimes Socks
In case you missed it, word on the street is that Pope Benedict XVI, who rocks a not-unimportant role in the view of the world's one billion Catholics, woke up yesterday with a bit of a case of the Mondays. But where the rest of us have to deal with the start of a new … Continue reading Questions I Want Answers To: Do popes get exit interviews?
There once was a pontiff in Rome Who labored beneath St. Peter's dome But he grew old and gaunt and said, "Screw it; I do what I want!" Then retired to his sweet summer home.
Although I've always been a member of the quiet minority when it comes to this, I've still never hesitated to make my opinion known on the subject the annual summer church festival. In the Cincinnati area, there are something like a godecajillion (that's a rough estimate) Roman Catholics, and it often seems like there's a … Continue reading The formerly loathsome annual church festival: redeemed by doughnuts
As an amateur bloggerist, er, whatever, it is incumbent upon me to attempt to provide an insightful, possibly witty post about something like carpenter ants, last night Game of Thrones premiere, or, I don’t know, how the Puddinette has sworn to curse to the afterlife and beyond if I don’t stop snoring like a hippopotamus … Continue reading Baseball, basketball, and blog posts, Oh My!
Fish Friiiiiiiiies! Oh, yeah, um, and the subdued, thoughtful preparation for Easter via personal sacrifice and contemplation. But mostly the ever-important Fish Fry. At least here in the greater Cincinnati area where, on Friday evenings, it seems like the whole area is shoveling down breaded fish and hushpuppies (blessedly deep fried in the same oil). … Continue reading It’s Lent, and you know what that means
5 – Number of processed, frozen, chopped, formed, "breaded" fish sticks eaten Friday. Um, yay, Lent. Or something. I guess. 4 – Number of children spoiled with post-Sunday dinner spring evening Icees. 3 – Number of nights of falling asleep in my recliner for an hour or so before shuffling up to bed. Err, well, … Continue reading This weekend, by the numbers
Yesterday was Fat Tuesday. I largely let it slip past without observation this year, which is kind of unlike me – I'm not one to overlook any excuse to relax and do a little good-natured partying. Granted, Mardi Gras isn't exactly a core tradition to someone mostly German and Scotch-Irish, but, hey, I'd celebrate Guy … Continue reading Fat Tuesday, Ash Wednesday, and (not) making that obligatory sacrifice
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