This is gonna accost you
I avoid fueling my automobile, preferring to let TG fill that important office. Ergo, I rarely visit gas stations. However. When we travel, inevitably there are fueling stops. I always go inside to...
View ArticleLife without Fakebook is ... life
Perhaps you don't know this about me because I do not necessarily advertise it (much), but I despise Facebook. Now, I know ... I know I know I know I KNOW everyone reading this is "on" Facebook. Don't...
View ArticleWe'll always have liberals
I don't guess anyone can simply enjoy a cultural event anymore without mentally-ill progressi-liberals taking center stage to mock all that's ever been decent about this country. What's she...
View ArticleBada Bing
TG has gone and done it. Got me hooked on Bing cherries. As in, lately it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that Bing. I cannot stop eating them. The house is littered with pits and stems. My teeth...
View ArticleOf Andrews and I Dos
Back in May our son, Andrew Weber, served as best man for his best friend, Andrew Wheeler. Although we know the bride and groom well, we were not able to attend the wedding as it was just a few days...
View ArticleYou can rich me true
A particularly dingy dingbat found its way into my Yahoo! mail spam box. For some reason this doesn't happen to me all that often, although other folks seem to be plagued with these sorts of unwelcome...
View ArticleMilking it
OK so I actually observed this event -- if you can call it that -- several months ago but I'm just now getting around to ranting blogging about it.Yes! There exists a backlog of diatribes! I know that...
View ArticleWho said non sequitur was a bad thing
So I'm enjoying a Twitter session a couple weeks ago, relaxing in my favorite chair, simultaneously watching TV. That way I'll have more tweet fodder than even I know what to do with. Don't all tweeps...
View ArticleAnd now for a tug on the old heartstrings
TG and Erica a/k/a "Little Boo" ... Homecoming, circa 2003In the late '80s, Kodak ran a TV commercial that without fail sent me running for the nearest box of Kleenex. Father-daughter stuff nearly...
View ArticleChico, don't be discouraged. Deo Vindice!
Let me begin with Mort Rainey's immortal words to his soon-to-be-pushing-up-daisies pooch, Chico: I didn't steal it. Because I didn't. But I know who did. And my mom won't care if I reveal her the...
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