Monthly Archives: November 2015

While driving around with Jason this morning, the song Sail by AWOL Nation came on the radio (a song that we both really like). I told him that if I could feature myself in a music video, it would be … Continue reading →

(The setting is in the family room of a modest Midwestern suburban home at approximately 12pm. The father descends the staircase, freshly showered and wearing his garnet FSU sweatsuit.) Father: How do I look? Son: You look like Ron Burgundy … Continue reading →

It’s a little early for this, but I do like to plan so that I have a solid list for December 31st. Here’s my list of top 10 things I do not intend to do in the new year (tentatively): … Continue reading →

If you’ve been with me on Facebook for some time, you have most likely seen this work of art. I spend a significant amount of time alone in hotel rooms and try to make my own fun (in the case … Continue reading →

At the gate area which is full of about 100 people awaiting a flight. The gate agent announced to this captive audience the first and last names of the two people who were upgraded to first class. I looked around … Continue reading →

I had the Starbucks Thanksgiving blend this morning. The taste hinted of Pilgrim deception masked in goodwill with a robust smallpox blanket aftertaste.

As we gather together in fellowship for our respective Thanksgiving feasts this week, let us not forget to thank growth hormone scientists who have injected these scraggly birds with serum that made them so big, buttery and tasty.

I was mistakenly assumed to be a pharmaceutical sales rep conference attendee this morning! That’s like being mistaken for being one of those shirtless Abercrombie models. I must be getting ridiculously good looking and gaining in business fashion sense in … Continue reading →

This week I delivered a presentation with a colleague and friend of mine who, at 6 feet 7 inches, is one of the largest honkies I know. It’s not too often that I feel like the ‘before’ picture in a … Continue reading →

You know how women get together at one of those places where they drink wine, paint a picture or piece of pottery and have all that lady talk? I want to host one of those at my house – only … Continue reading →