Jump. As in jump to it. After complaining a couple days ago about how tired I am, I have to get moving. We had one small blast of winter on Thursday, and now it looks like spring will take over.
I is for Insanity
Nerf Wars is a spring tradition at the high school my oldest daughter attends. It’s mostly a Juniors vs. Seniors thing, but other classes participate, too. There are teams and brackets, rules, Twitter feeds, and commissioners. And there are Nerf
H is for Hoo-Boy, Am I Tired
My hind quarters are seriously dragging lately. It’s as if my body is trying to squeeze out one more hibernation spell before the warm weather hits. I’ve increased the intensity of my workouts, so that probably adds to the wiped
G is for Guys with Guitars
I love guys playing guitar. Not literally, but you know what I mean. So, I thought I’d finish off this series of posts with some serious guitar action. This first song, you’ve heard before with a different singer. This is
F is for Freddy Mercury
Some time in the winter of 1976, my junior year of high school, I heard “Bohemian Rhapsody” for the first time. I was enthralled. Having become a fan of The Who the year before, I knew about rock opera, and
E is for Everything
“I Want It All” is one of my favorite songs by Queen. I love the trademark Queen choral send up, the passion in the performance, the lyrics, topped with a solo by Brian May. This is my “get fired up”
D is for Duh!
Since I was late with yesterday’s post, I will make this one short. Duh! is something that came into my vocabulary back in the early 70’s middle school. I think it was originated (at least in the school), by a
C is for Champion
My youngest daughter Rachel has a knack for gymnastics. What she doesn’t have a knack for is self-confidence. That may be typical for an almost 13 year old girl, but I wish that wasn’t the case. She is really a
B is for Boogers
I’ll come right out with it. I have some cold/allergy/virus thing going on right now. While the ‘output’ may not be huge, it is bothersome. This leads me to a story about this (formerly) small person. On one morning drive
A is for Adelaide
Adelaide is sleeping on the bed right now, while a the first thunderstorm of the season is hitting. I am glad she is sleeping because she’s right at the age where dogs develop storm phobias — 2 to 3 years