Yes it's cold outside. Yes it's almost Christmas. What better time than now to talk about summer at the pool. This will either be a complete tease to anyone who's landscape is covered in snow and ice or give you something to imagine and make you feel warm. Regardless it will most likely make you …
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When I was a kid I was pretty sensitive. That was before real life decided it was time to keep kicking me like it does everybody else. When we're children we see the world through a rosy lens. There's good and bad and we don't think about the grey areas where most of our adult …
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When I was a kid we had few traditions in my family. We generally weren't the type of family to be hung up on tradition or doing things because that's how it was always done. However around Christmas we did have things that we did every year. Not because it was tradition, I doubt any …
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Christmas in our house was always an exciting time. Even though my parents didn't have a lot of money, they managed to save throughout the year to make sure Christmas was something special. My brother and sister were out of their Santa believing period by the time I really understood what was going on at …
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My winter explorer outfit. Circa 1988 Yeah it's cold. I'm not a fan of winter. I used to love it when I was a kid but now that I'm old and crotchety I have a distinct dislike for it. The wind cuts through you, chilling you to the bone, your boots and pants get covered …
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An old man rant. There was a time when it was almost intolerable to sit there and watch your buddy play video games and have to wait your turn. It was like having a bowl of chips in front of you and being told you aren't allowed to touch them. You'd get jittery, and frustrated …
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Growing up our house was, well a house. It wasn't the biggest house. It wasn't the nicest house. You couldn't drink the tap water. There were mice. There were bugs. But it was our house. Well not ours. It belonged to the old rich couple that lived in the mansion on the other side of …
We didn't have a lot of money. We weren't poverty stricken. It's not like I was eating out of a can of beans that I shared with my brother and sister over a fire made in a barrel. But we certainly weren't well off. The houses in the town I grew up in were HUGE. …
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