Last Sunday afternoon Ric and I were relaxing while the kids took a nap. He started flipping channels and stopped on Alien vs. Predator. I honestly was surprised he stalled on the ridiculous movie, but he started watching it and really seemed to like it. I wasn’t paying too much attention, so I just thought “weird movie” and went on playing Temple Run. Every few minutes he would say, “Rin, watch this” or “oooo here is the history of the alien”. I would nod and make a half-hearted “uh-huh, cool” Read more
Not really a chick flick kinda guy
Rin and I don’t always mesh when it comes to TV viewing pleasures.
Friends
When we first met, she was addicted — ADDICTED! — to Friends. While I do find myself laughing at one of the Matts now and then, I can’t watch the show for any real length of time. In fact, I don’t understand how the show’s creators were able to get 10 seasons out of “Will Ross and Rachel get together?” The real accomplishment of that show was their ability to convince us that Rachel thought Ross was a desirable guy. Read more
Calling out for help
True story:
When I was a kid, one of my favorite things to do was to go fishing with my Dad.
Every year, we’d grab our poles, pack up our waders and load up our tackle boxes for a weekend trout fishing adventure at Montauk State Park. We’d leave late on Friday night (Dad was always packing at the last minute) and the two of us would drive the three hours to the park, where Grandma and Grandpa would be waiting for us in a rented cabin.
In the morning, we’d all head to the stream and try to catch our daily limit, which was five in those days. My Dad taught me several lessons on the stream: Read more