tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80328802011-12-13T11:45:35.374-05:00Because you demanded it... actually nobody demanded it... I have decided to keep exercising the right side of my brain and create my own weblog. Here's hoping you enjoy it. I promise not to suck.Mikenoreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032880.post-31557293273562218432008-10-15T11:54:00.001-05:002008-10-15T11:57:14.203-05:00

Mikenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032880.post-87143412666686121592008-10-04T21:30:00.011-05:002008-10-04T22:37:21.183-05:00

Not too long from now, my little sister will be getting married. Even sooner, she will have a shower thrown for her where she will be lavished with gifts of all sorts in advanced celebration of those impending nuptials.Therefore, it seemed only appropriate that I trot out one of my all-time favorite stories. It is also my sure-fire "go-to" story in social situations that require a little

Mikenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032880.post-66928501455462688692008-07-22T13:55:00.002-05:002008-07-22T14:13:28.050-05:00

My wife and I hosted a mother of twins group picnic at our house this weekend, and it reminded me of all the nonsensical things you have to deal with when you're out with your twins in public. Before I proceed, you should all know that I am the father of soon-to-be 3 year old twins, one boy and one girl.Now, whenever we're in public with the kids, and we've got them both in the same stroller

Mikenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032880.post-45778890894854598452008-01-08T15:59:00.000-05:002008-01-08T16:46:22.632-05:00

I think my site meter is taunting me. I signed up for many moons ago to track traffic to this site. A few days ago, I got my "statistics" email from the site meter folks and it told me that 0 (zero, zip, zilch) people visited my site last month... and also for the last 12 months. So not even I have been visiting it. It's that bad.Anyways, the occasion for this writing is the apparent lack

Mikenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032880.post-71062661762133090632007-02-21T13:46:00.001-05:002008-04-25T08:55:23.362-05:00

Based on an experience I had last night, I'm reminded of a story.First things first, the experience I had last night was officiating a Shrove Tuesday a.k.a. Mardi Gras "pancake race" at my church. The event is for children of the congregation to run a lap around the church hall with a pancake on a spatula. If at any point, the pancake falls off the spatula, the person would have to stop and put

Mikenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032880.post-1155322649019894052006-08-11T13:52:00.000-05:002006-08-11T13:57:29.030-05:00

This blog, which has been idle for God knows how long.... (2 years?) finally got a response from a friend of mine. A story came up in passing that she didn't remember about the time all of the college seniors in our crowd and "soon-to-be-outta-there's" got sauced one night at "The Arc" in Watervliet and decided it would be a good idea to go to the sophomore dorm and hang out with that crowd.

Mikenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032880.post-1101249676470807542004-11-23T17:31:00.000-05:002004-11-23T17:42:51.160-05:00

Well, amongst other things, I'm probably no longer considered cosmetically good-looking enough to be on the show. Seems they are now gravitating towards supermodels, or women who look good in bikinis. Well, I fit into neither category, so I guess that rules me out. But the #1 reason I would never go on the show, as I re-discovered last night, is the "disgusting eating contest" that they have

Mikenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032880.post-1099084028155799612004-11-08T23:28:00.000-05:002004-11-08T23:31:27.720-05:00

What a difference a year makes. At this time last year, I was sitting at my desk, near catatonic, reflecting on the latest in a series of crushing Red Sox losses. It's funny how the demise of your favorite sports team makes you sit and reflect upon all that's good in your life. Thankfully, I had a lot of things to be well, thankful for. There was my loving wife of now 6 years, a huge Red Sox fan,

Mikenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032880.post-1094603533832443592004-09-23T22:42:00.001-05:002011-12-13T11:45:35.380-05:00

Back in the college days at good ol' RPI, our group of friends had a tradition on Saturday nights called "Drunken Bowling". Now I'm sure that we didn't invent anything new, as many before us must have been able to come up with the brilliant idea of getting drunk and then bowling. However, it was still fun to see what kinds of havoc you could wreak at the bowling alley when you're totally

Mikenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032880.post-1095374429104233692004-09-16T18:03:00.000-05:002004-09-17T08:52:39.423-05:00

Once in a while here at work, we have to test the software we write out on the actual system that it will eventually be running on, and that system is locked behind closed doors and you have to sign up for time to use it. Well, last week I signed up for a number of shifts out in the "lab" and waited with baited breath last Thursday morning to see what shifts I had been assigned. Turns out, I got

Mikenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032880.post-1094445033244497142004-09-10T12:18:00.000-05:002004-09-10T11:22:48.780-05:00

Here's a story for you about the kinds of things you have to deal with when helping clean out your grandmother's refrigerator. This may or may not hit home for some of you out there. One weekend, my wife and I volunteered our weekend to go and watch over my grandmother so that my parents could get away on a guilt-free no-strings-attached vacation. As she is 92 years old (I think.. I can never

Mikenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032880.post-1094441818460812232004-09-06T00:07:00.000-05:002004-09-05T23:11:19.160-05:00

Well, I have my first formal request. Hell, I was just happy to receive my first comment. Big days are ahead, I can feel it. Plus I have this cool counter now so I can see who's visiting my site. And to whoever from Northwestern University (or its server) is checking back often on the site, thanks for stopping by! And I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in a while, but I've been busy as hell with

Mikenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032880.post-1093550895064733592004-08-31T13:56:00.000-05:002004-08-31T13:54:11.056-05:00

I'm inspired. My friend Marc has this fantastic blog where he has been telling some pretty amazing but true stories. So I was remembering something funny that happened to me. Well, to my wife and I... on our honeymoon. We had decided to go to New Orleans as that would be a fun atmosphere to celebrate our nuptuals. And it was a blast too, as we got to experience everything the French Quarter had

Mikenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8032880.post-1093384548085032382004-08-25T07:45:00.000-05:002004-08-25T07:45:50.070-05:00

There's 1 out in the bottom of the 8th inning of game 7 of the ALCS... the Red Sox are winning 5 to 2. The bleepin' New York Yankees are starting to string together a rally against Pedro Martinez. Runners are on first and third. Grady Little comes out of the dugout to apparently pull Pedro from the game. Since there is surely a commercial break on the horizon, I get up and go to the kitchen to

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