If You Read Only One Blog This Year

I remember January The cold and the gray The fight we had The sky so sad It cried for us that day I remember angry words And no thing left u...

Some men are inspired by nature. Some are inspired by women. A few--OK, one--is inspired by fast food establishments. And that man is me....

Hello, you've reached Bone's blog. Bone is unable to blog right now because, well, it's January. You know the drill. BEEP! I t...

Well, they've done it to me again. Who are they, you might ask. They are the local weather forecasters, aka the bane of my existence....

(My next big project for the new year--which will also be my first big project for the new year--is to update my blogroll. It seems quite a...

I hate Sunday night. Every single week, without fail, for as long as I can remember, I experience a kind of temporary depression that I have...

If you ain't been there Then you ain't been nowhere The livin's lazy and the lovin's fine... ( Bourbon Street, from my phone...

Dad called the other night. "We're just sitting here enjoying these cute pictures of Nephew Bone." (One of the things I gave t...