Tamales Taste Much Better — Now
My first tamale was “the Charles Barkley” of tamales, “terrible, just terrible.”
Savage Boil
I thought it was “hot” outside when we had “Thanks-grilling”, until the Bear decided we should do a Savage Shrimp Boil in early September.
Susan B. Anthony got Spade
The fucking Savages started this trend of mini-dogs. The Boy followed and several months ago picked up a 13-pound rat that exhibits dog-like behavior.
Ginger Hikers
I was a little kid during the Civil Rights Movement, and somehow I always assumed everyone was getting less racist — not more.
Joining the LJBTC one Veggie at a Time
In June, I made my annual foray to join the LJBTC community. It was a whole family transition — I took the Bear. Becoming LJBTC was surprisingly easy — except
Father’s Day Party
Last year, the Bear set up a big family dinner for Father’s Day. This year she hosted a giant fucking party for 60-100 people.
Stealing My Fries — Updated
The Bear teaches 6th grade in a poor neighborhood. Every once in a while when the Phoenix Suns really suck, they pad the house by giving away tickets
Your Mama is a Big Fat Liar
My mother’s most famous student — Jeffrey Dahmer, the gay cannibal.
House Elf
There are many weekend days at home in Gilbert when I miss our little solar-powered House Elf. I’m not talking about the Roomba
The State Says I Stink
The Bear has always hated my Lying Nazi Bullshit Diesel. Not because it’s a liar. Not because it’s killing the planet
Savage Dogs
I feel about dogs the way most people feel about children — I love mine; I don’t give a flying fuck about yours. Until recently, dogs were a part of my life. But after the last dog died, the Boy went to college and I moved to Tucson. […]
Puff, Puff, Pass
It had been 25 years since I had smoked pot, when the Bear and I learned the new rules: Puff, Puff, Pass. We were visiting the Boy’s house
Utah with the Nonagenarians
Remember when Spring Break was fun? Mexico, Daytona Beach..
Happy Fucking Father’s Day
Sunday it was somewhere between a hundred and a billion degrees, so I got up at dawn and went cycling before the sun melted the blacktop. About 3 hours later, I get home breathing hard, coated in sweaty salt and smelling like a dead muskox.
Ginger Stripper
When it comes to sex and girls, the Boy and I have a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy. The Bear does not share this policy. She sticks her nose into every part of his “relationships” like they are unguarded honeycombs. She started when he was in the 2nd […]
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