Booze

Dimoxi-who?

  • by Drew

Riddle me this – millions of men spend absurd amounts of money on medical treatments, surgical procedures, ridiculous prosthetics and voodoo witch doctors to increase their personal follicle count. Seriously. Ours is a culture obsessed with baldness, or rather, hiding baldness. Or maybe it’s really hiding from baldness, because let’s face it, no matter how good your process, procedure or piece, everybody knows.

Think you’re getting away with it, Baldy? Think again. Everybody knows.

And if you’re delusional, like this one cue-ball-topped friend of mine who says people only notice the bad jobs and the bad rugs, think again. They see them all, they’re just too polite to mention it to your face. No, friend, trust me. You most certainly do not sport super-rug. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Not after consuming all the gin in the tub.

So embrace your baldness. Enjoy the extra pleasure you can glean from the Minka Aire ceiling fan with no excess hair to block its gentle summer caress. Go with nature, friend. Natural is nicest. It is. It is.

Noise

btw

  • by Drew

With all the icky no-sleep sickness going on during the holidays I forgot to mention Christmas. It was a swell ride. I mean, no orlando vacation in my stocking or anything, but I have no complaints. I got all my favorite stuff, including some tasty treats, especially my traditional bag of pistachio nuts. The best part for me was the Christmas Story-esque ruse we played…Hey look, there seems to be one more present back there.

Instead og a BB gun, though, we had a ball of string for the boys to follow down into the basement. At the end of the trail was a shiny new electric guitar with 10 watt amp and junior ludwig 5 piece drum kit. That’s right, I’m getting the band together with my boys. Hey, at 4 and 7 they’re totally ready to rock.

And while they start learning the basics, I have a bad little drum kit to bang on. Sweet.

Life

So tired…

  • by Drew

Man, this coughing and no sleep thing has been a drag. I mean, really bad. I just looked in the mirror and I am reminded of a phrase I used to hear when I was growing up…death warmed over. And seriously, not much warmed at all. I look so tired, the circles under my eyes have circles. Maybe some under eye cream is in order.

What is that thing, though. You know, when you lay down and start getting a tickle in your throat? Man, that sucks. That really sucks. Of course, after I got past that I discovered that I would get the cough tickle when I didn’t lay down. Like, I’d prop myself up to keep myself from coughing and it would make me cough. D’oh!

Life

Cough…Hack…Cough…

  • by Drew

Yeah, that’s been the sound of me for the last week or so. The stomach flu hit the household and I did a lot of laundry right around Christmas. A LOT of laundry. And while the nastiness of the 24 to 48 hour virus passed me by, I ended up with a series of cough and cold symptoms you wouldn’t believe. I’ve had sinus issues, headaches, body aches, nasal drips, congestion, sore throats, and an unbelievable hacking cough that wouldn’t let me lay down for more than about 5 minutes.

I’ve used every pill, syrup and powder under the sun. I even considered trying weight loss pills that work on colds…or so they say on some of the scarier pseudo-medical-advice blogs. Dude…this coughing thing really sucks.

Finally, though, I’m thinking it is leaving me be. finally I’ve made it through a night without hacking half the night away. Sleep, glorious sleep.

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