tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60069532008-08-20T22:20:13.554-06:00Bonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10096591352278195759noreply@blogger.comBlogger1413125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-55791434647076657802008-08-20T15:42:00.004-06:002008-08-20T22:20:13.575-06:00

I've never had much of a problem going along with the crowd. When I was four and some neighborhood kids were taking turns throwing bricks at a wall while one person stood against the wall and tried to dodge the bricks, with mortar stained hands I willingly participated. In 1987, I was rolling my jeans so tight and so often I'm surprised I don't have long term chronic circulation problems in my

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Well, I haven't been blogging much lately. That could be attributed to a number of things, such as being exhausted from NaBloSoThaDraWe, which with at least two participants including me was a rousing success. (Thanks, Eileen.) But I think mostly it comes down to the fact that I haven't been typing things in this box and hitting publish much lately. I've done that like zero times in the past

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Today on IYROOBTY, we are proud to announce a modern-day, updated version of a true cult classic, Car Wash. Keen observers and film aficionados may notice a few inconsistencies between the new version of Car Wash and the original. This can mostly be attributed to the fact that I never watched the whole movie. Really, this is more like a mime version of the original. It stars, coincidentally, a

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These are the dog days of summer. (No really, I'm not just saying that.) They are typically accompanied by a lull in blog material. (I am just saying that.) Therefore, I invite you to join me as I proclaim this National Blog Something That's In Draft Week, or NaBloSoThaDraWe. (Also, feel free to add a NaBloSoThaDraWe tag to your blog.) I expect this to catch on at least as well as my Sunday

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Monday was Dad's birthday. I know I haven't posted any updates lately, but he is doing very well. He claims to be walking everyday like he's supposed to, and he recently started a new job. I found myself appreciating his birthday and Father's Day a bit more this year. Sunday afternoon, we took him out for birthday lunch. He was going on and on about a hydrogen fuel cell or something, so I know

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It's time for another installment of Sunday Show & Tell. OK, there's not really a Sunday Show & Tell as far as I know, but there could be. For your enjoyment today, I present my car charger: (Please note that I'm not a professional photographer. I consider myself more of a scene capturer.) Car charger is a bit of a misnomer. It doesn't actually charge your car. Though it would be really

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The weekend recapitulation has begun. Please remain seated and keep your eyes on the blog at all times. The ride is actually running backwards today, so we'll begin with today and end with Friday, just hitting the highlights. (Note: All times are approximate.) Right now: I'm looking at a plate with five grapes on it. I had a whole bunch, but one had a bad spot on it. Just leaving one didn't

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While flipping channels Friday, I came across the following scene from Seinfeld on cable channel 8: There was no movement. No audio. It was just frozen there on my television, as you see it here. A scene where Jerry and George appear to be talking. I looked around. Was I the only one who could see this? Was Larry David trying to send me a signal? Was my TV set even on? Was this my

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I watched the annual Nathan's Famous Hot Dog Eating Contest on ESPN today. It has become as much a 4th of July tradition around the Bone household as grilled burgers and shooting bottle rockets out of your bare hand. Because really, few things are as American as forcing fifty-nine hot dogs down your esophagus in ten minutes or having second degree burns from putting on your own fireworks show.

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In memory of George... I have never considered myself to be a foul-mouthed person. I mean, sure I play golf, and drive a car, and occasionally have been known to break out in song from the South Park Christmas CD. But for the most part, my speech is tasteful and very much family and kid friendly. Or so I thought. A couple of weeks ago, I was over at Kywana's (their celebrity couple name)

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(This was inspired by the 3 Word Wednesday exercise. This week's words were: frequent, open someday) someday waits on sun drenched sand for lovers two walking heart in hand a lost and lonesome wind in search of sails someday longs for stroke of pen to close distance 'tween long absent friends someday sighs as stubbornness prevails someday hopes and someday dreams and forever someday frequent

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(Weather permitting, I will be participating in a 36-hole putt putt tournament Tuesday evening. I'm thinking of bringing my own putter. Is that too much? BYOP! I'm in it to win it!) I hadn't had a vacation or holiday since New Year's. Work seemed to only be getting busier and more stressful. People around the office had become amused and/or frightened by my constant yelling at the phone

Bonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10096591352278195759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-64538768286909308082008-06-11T18:28:00.002-06:002008-06-12T08:51:24.157-06:00

A few months ago, I was told about a book being compiled by Peach and four other bloggers. It was to be a book of shared experiences written by bloggers, titled You're Not The Only One. They were accepting submissions of previously unpublished material from anyone with a blog. At first, I wasn't going to submit. Then later, I still wasn't going to submit. Because as much as I profess to

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(I wrote this for 3 Word Wednesday The words were: Deny, Smile, Uncomfortable) E. Barclay Logan stared across the wide mahogany table, almost glaring now. The young man looking back at him was holding up a wallet-sized photograph. Logan snatched the picture out of the boy's hand, glanced at it, then thrust it back in the direction from which it came. "Never saw her." "Are you sure about

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A week or so ago, I was driving with Mom in the car. We were coming back from somewhere, discussing the typical mother/son fare. You know, work, family, the new Steak Out we're getting (booyah!), last night's Nancy Grace. And then... Bone: "I still haven't been to the new Walgreens." Momma Bone: "You haven't?" Bone: "No." Momma Bone: "I go in there all the time to use the bathroom."

Bonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10096591352278195759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-37324744675972612352008-06-03T23:01:00.006-06:002008-06-04T08:27:38.264-06:00

"Golf can best be defined as an endless series of tragedies obscured by the occasional miracle." ~ Unknown The wind was angry that day, my friends. Like Dick Cheney on any given day. We were on the eighth hole, a short par four with water just in front of the green. I had hit my tee shot down the right side of the tree-lined fairway and was lying about 120 yards from the hole. Figuring I

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The following is dedicated to the clueless individual in the Chevy Tracker-like vehicle that I almost ramrodded into oblivion driving home from a frustrating round of golf... Allow me to introduce you to the turn signal, also known as the blinker. The turn signal is a safety feature included on every car manufactured since 1956, also known as the Eisenhower administration. Typically located

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Believe it or not, I started out this year making sort of a silent resolution to myself to try and write at least twenty minutes a day. Oh, the irony. Instead, I've gone in the exact opposite direction and have written much less. Lately, I feel a bit like Lieutenant Frank Drebin in the Naked Gun movies--which by the way are some of the great comedic moments in movie history--standing there

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(Here's my entry for 3 Word Wednesday. This week's words are: cautious, human, maybe) I've seen grand plans turn to nothing Got good news out of the blue Been called to my father's bedside I know what prayer can do I've said maybe when I meant no And no when I meant yes I've been not quite good enough And once or twice I was the best I've been cautious to a fault And I've thrown caution to

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There's a highway out of town and it can take you Any place you want or don't want to go I knew a girl who took it seven years ago last Sunday And I ain't seen her since, the days can pass so slow You can hear the cars on that highway from my window And imagine where they're going as they fly by I told myself a million times someday I would take it, too But I'm still here 'cause a million times

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Nothing signals the impending summertime quite like the beginning of baseball season. Shh, listen... Can you hear the crack of the bat? Of course you can't. That's because I'm talking about fantasy baseball. For those who may be unfamiliar with it, fantasy baseball combines two of America's greatest pasttimes: baseball and sitting online in your underwear for hours. Leagues are formed and

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Some sense of normalcy has returned to the world of Bone over the past week. Well, normal for me anyway. Things have been good. Dad is doing well. We talk more often now. And when I went to visit him last week for the first time since he got out of the hospital, he sent me home with a guitar, amp, tuner, and chord charts. This oughta be fun, as soon as I figure out how to work the amp. Two

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I had been wondering how I was going to get back into blogging after yet another short hiatus. It came to me around one o'clock this morning as I was lying in bed. For that's when I heard the vaguely familiar sound of a girl moaning, coming from next door thru the apparently-thinner-than-I-realized walls. My immediate thought was that my neighbor had a girl over there. Almost instinctively,

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Dad is having his heart bypass surgery today. I'm blogging from the waiting room. The doctor just came out and talked to us. He said they'd begin surgery around 8:00 and that it normally takes about three and a half hours. To backtrack a bit, the surgery was postponed two different times. Dad was in the hospital five days with viral pneumonia. Then he had an issue with low blood pressure, which

Bonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10096591352278195759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-52312643590488132472008-03-30T12:24:00.001-06:002008-03-30T12:24:39.957-06:00

(I wrote this for 3 Word Wednesday. This week's words were: Glass, Question, Token) "Why won't you fight for us?" I was somewhat taken aback by her question, or more accurately that she had said anything at all. After an hour and thirty-three minutes of going back and forth, airing all our grievances and leaving all that once was good buried beneath the bad, I had expected her to just keep

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