Feb 14 2014

We Don’t Need No Stinking Bread Sticks

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Last week, we celebrated a milestone in a project at home by picking up a pie from Rocky Rococo.  The boys asked for bread sticks, but I suddenly realized.  The same children who do not eat the crusts on their sandwiches, do not eat the crusts on their pizza.  What is left when you do not eat your deep dish pizza crusts?  Bread sticks are left.  That’s what.  So, we noted the inconsistency of asking bread sticks, while declining to eat your deep dish crusts.  We did not order bread sticks.

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Jan 31 2014

Do You Eat the Crust?

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The other day, I listened as one of my children opined on the superior tastiness of Subway bread relative to the standard loaf we buy for sandwiches at home.  I noted that he often left his bread crusts uneaten at home and didn’t he see the inconsistency in his statement?  He did not understand.  I explained further.  Part of the reason why you like subway bread is that it has more crust.  That is, it has crust around the entire sandwich; the crust to bread ratio is higher.  So, why don’t you leave the crust of your Subway bread?  The answer may simply be in the perception of the bread, and it may be in the relative thicknesses of the crusts in question, but we claim that most breads are improved by their crusts.

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Dec 09 2013

You Stole Her T-Shirt?

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One of my basketball players wore this t-shirt to practice last week.  I laughed to myself and wondered whether he knew what his t-shirt really said.

I left with her t-shirt

I left with her t-shirt

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Dec 04 2013

Yet Another Good Day

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When your son harvests his first buck, it’s a good day.

G shot his first buck last Friday!

G shot his first buck last Friday!

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Dec 03 2013

Another Good Day

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You know it’s a good day when you are holding short of runway 9 and landing traffic is “Fortress One Seven November.”  Most folks residing at Oshkosh don’t take a second glance when they see this magnificent machine, but today I got to wait while she lumbered down final and landed 150 feet in front of me — a glorious anachronism that few will take the time to appreciate.

Holding Short at Runway Niner

Holding Short at Runway Niner

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Nov 26 2013

How Do You Know It Is a Good Day?

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Our readers know that we consider every day to be a good day.  This is because the Lord made all of them.  Still, there are some days that remain exceptionally memorable, and so we ask the question, “How do you know it is a good day?”  Here are a few ways you can know.

When you eat lunch at 126 miles per hour.

You eat lunch at 126 miles per hour.

When this is the view from your office.

This is the view from your office.

When the line at your chosen restaurant extends out the door, but you anticipated that and showed up early.

The line at your chosen restaurant extends out the door, but you anticipated that and showed up early.

When you are heading home with a 35 knot tailwind.

You are heading home with a 35 knot tailwind.

When you watch the sun set at 9500' MSL.

You watch the sun set at 9500′ MSL.

When you arrive home at night, and feel like one extra stop and go.

You arrive home after a four hour flight, but still feel like one extra stop and go.

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Nov 07 2013

Things You Say to Your Wife Only

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“Bare with me!”

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Oct 27 2013

Maturity

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“O!  I’d better do a load of laundry or I won’t have anything to wear this week.”  - G

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Sep 27 2013

Happy, Happy, Happy!

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Today, there is a picture of Phil Robertson on top of my refrigerator.  Who could have predicted that?

Happy, Happy, Happy!

Happy, Happy, Happy!

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Sep 20 2013

What Would Cinderella Do?

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Cinderella would join in building the wall.

Cinderella picks up a hammer.

Cinderella picks up a hammer.

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