startswithanx | June 30, 2010
Something happened to me last week that made me feel like the unassuming guy, minding his own business in the stands of a major league baseball game when a homerun ball pays no mind to the fence in front of him and hops right into his lap.
There I was on Facebook, browsing [...]
startswithanx | June 24, 2010
I will be visiting Jake’s motherland in October 2011. No, I’m not referring to East Lansing, home of Michigan State. More like Paraguay, the South American country that’s not Uruguay. Or, as it’s recently become known, the country whose soccer team sports candycane-striped socks. Paraguay is the place of his birth, where everyone in his [...]
startswithanx | June 21, 2010
I had my first wedding nightmare last week. Oh, wait. My first wedding nightmare was a bridal expo (more on that in a minute), but if we’re talking nightmares that occur while you’re sleeping, then my first one was last week.
You’ve heard of half-assed? In this dream, my wedding was half-half-assed; quarter-assed, if you will. [...]
startswithanx | June 15, 2010
The other night Jake and I are laying in bed. The lights are out, but we’re still talking, making the Walton’s proud. I say goodnight and tell him I love him. Silence screams back from the other side of the bed. Until this happens.
Jake: (With his body stiffened) It just hit me.
Me: What?
Jake: I could [...]
startswithanx | June 9, 2010
Jake: I got to get the new Nas, Damian Marley album.
Me: Who’s Damian Marley?
Jake: Bob Marley’s son. Girl, please! He sings Jamrock.
Me: Jamrock?
Jake: Welcome to Jamrock …
Me: (Drawing a complete blank and thinking of a good subject changer.)
Jake: JAMAICA, JAMAICA! JAMAICA, JAMAICA!
Me: (Still got nothin’) I’m old. Someone help me! How’d I get here?
Situations like [...]