Fleas on the dog

I count the "official" beginning of the Christmas season when I hear the first Christmas-related song on the radio on Thanksgiving Day. Regardless of the fact that the holiday stuff starts to show up at Wal Mart around Halloween.

Anyway, the season started for me at 8:30am on Thursday, November 27 (Thanksgiving Day). I was in my car, on my way to deliver a special "Black Friday" version of the local free shopper, when the oldies station played "Feliz Navidad" by José Feliciano. Not the best holiday song, but so much better than "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree."

So, Merry Christmas. Yeah, that's right, I said it.

Don't shoot me, I'm just the piano player

Miriam channels a young Elton John...

Winter sets in

When I first moved to Minnesota, it was already winter. My body was set for a Kansas winter, so it only registered the cold. Now my aged body is realizing that it now lives in northern Minnesota, where it gets cold earlier, the temperatures are considerably lower and stay longer, AND it is always cloudy. So, like all reasonable mammals, I want to hibernate. I sleep 10 hours a night, am sleepy all day and eat anything that can't or won't fight back.

My tiki room is a cave-like room in the basement with a big, comfy chair. I may get in there and not come out till April.

The up side is that Frippen wants to get his walk over with FAST!

Linus would have voted for Obama

Then why did we vote? Is it really this simple?

Why "time outs" were invented

"Never raise your hand to your children - it leaves your midsection unprotected."
- Robert Orben

I'm Ready!

Ready to eat, even when asleep. That's my girl!
(Thanks to Aubrey for this most excellent shot!)

I remember!

It is going to be a long 4 years...

Where the girls are

I'm bachelor-man this month, as Cole and Miri are visiting her folks in Terrace Bay, Ontario. They run a motel there and needed help for their final month before the winter shut down. I miss them, but Frippen and I are enjoying the quiet (as I'm sure Cole is as well).

The only problem is this: how will I ever get my gravy fix at Thanksgiving?

Dog videos

Why it is good that dogs can't talk:


Why dogs should not go deep sea fishing: