The Bed List/The Dinner List

I spent much of my teenage years schlepping up and down the interstates of the Southeast to compete at Highland games–kilts, bagpipes, dancers, men throwing telephone polls (they’re actually called cabers, and you throw for accuracy, not distance, but there I go digressing again). In honor of my ane Scottish home, the selections:BED LIST: DOUGRAY SCOTTDougray Scott nearly stole...
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Guilty Pleasures

Time to glean the iPod. Turns out some of the downloads always get skipped, so it’s time to prune them off to make room for more stuff. One deficit seemed to be bubblegum. It’s embarrassing. But still, bubblegum pop is catchy and fun to play when you’re in the car.But since my CD collection leans in other directions than bubblegum, it’s off to iTunes. Now, blushing from...
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Happy Birthday!

DS is nine years old today.I may have to take to my bed with a cocktail and a cool rag for my head. How did I get that old?
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The Taxman Cometh

Okay, okay, I get it. If I don’t manage to file a tax return early and get back somewhere in the neighborhood of $50, I am an accounting doofus and don’t deserve to swim in the big kids’ pool with everybody else.Well, that’s not how it works in my neck of the woods. Anytime a bonus gets shoveled toward a Florida teacher, they tax the living daylights out of it, to the...
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Easter Busted

Have you ever watched Mythbusters, that cool show on Discovery where the just-this-side-of-crazy science types try to prove/disprove some historical yarn or urban legend? Well, DS could join the cast today. The Easter Bunny myth has been busted.Mr. Chirpy swoops in our room at 6:30 am yapping about “You know that basket that should be in the kitchen blah blah blah…” I realize...
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