The Patio Project

The Patio Project

For the last 2 Sundays, I've worked on the patio at my new place. Before, it was a dangerous sort of walk from the back door because you had to be careful where you stepped. One could have easily twisted their ankle and since I get hurt enough without help, I couldn't afford for that to happen.

So I undertook what I now dub, "The Patio Project."

What follows is a pictorial essay (with comments) on my latest building project.

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Pocketbooks and Fishing Line

Pocketbooks and Fishing Line

Growing up, I was kind of a goody-two-shoes. I really never did anything wrong. I was only grounded once (a story for another time). I lived my mischievousness out vicariously through others. Thus, the story of the pocketbooks and fishing line.

My friends and I lived way out in the country on a road that more or less existed to get people from A to B. Our little community was neither A nor B; we lived in the middle of nowhere.

Entertainment for little boys was scarce in the Summer. Bike riding. Baseball. Basketball. Fishing. You'll notice that none of these activities drain the devilishness that lives inside every of little boy. Boys need an outlet for these urges.

My friends found such an outlet. Pocketbooks and fishing line.

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The Super Bowl Party

The Super Bowl Party

I went to a Super Bowl Party this past Sunday and saw a friend I hadn't seen in almost ten years. It was good to catch up on what had happened in our lives and even though we've emailed and stuff since we last saw each other, sometimes it takes that personal meeting to give you that feeling of real connection.

And you know what? The dude is still as goofy as I remember.

This is a good thing. We all have a certain goofiness that we reveal to our close friends and family. Siblings, in particular, never let us forget the brain-headed things we did growing up. And they never hesitate to inform future wives of those times too.

Craig's Super Bowl Party had everything a Super Bowl Party should: hot wings, chili, chicken enchilada soup, beer, soda, banana pudding, plenty of smack talk, a projection TV, etc. It had plenty of different people from all walks of his life and they all mixed well. There were even some hot chicks there (all married as my luck would have it).

There was a single misfit, however, and I guess every Super Bowl Party had one.

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