Rebuilding Rob

  • …and into the fire?

    This is the second part of a two-part entry.  When I originally wrote part one, I had a decidedly different article in mind for part two.  Given today’s events, it seemed entirely appropriate to re-visit this entry.  Click HERE to read part one. The Auteur and I were up late…

  • Rob does Black Friday

    “once you go Black, you’ll never go back” For years Phred and my Dad used to go shopping on Black Friday.  Last year several stores including WalMart began opening up late on Thanksgiving night to get a jump on the Black Friday shopping sales.  Apparently it was a smashing success…

  • talking turkey

    I have a bit of a confession to make:  I haven’t really enjoyed Thanksgiving for a long, long time. But I think that’s about to change.  In fact, I’m sure of it.  But  I’ll get to that… For the 8 years that I lived down South, Jabba and I never…

  • Dealing With Your Ex on Special Occasions

    Dealing With Your Ex on Special Occasions. A good how-to for people who live within close proximity to their ex.

  • A divorce update and some bitching

    If you are married, live in the North (and I’m referring to the same North that people think of when they think of the Civil War) and are thinking about moving down South, my advice to you is:  DON’T. Jabba and I were married in 2000 here in Michigan.  We…

  • Americas longest-married couple celebrates 81st anniversary – Fox 2 News Headlines

    Americas longest-married couple celebrates 81st anniversary – Fox 2 News Headlines. 81 years!  I would feel luck just to live to be 81…

  • lighting the beacons

    lighting the beacons

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  • It’s a not-so-wonderful life

    It’s a not-so-wonderful life

    I had a dream last night/this morning…

  • the book thief

    I had a dream this morning that ALL of my books – from both childhood and adulthood – had been stolen.  The odd thing is, I met the guy who had stolen them.  He had a name – I forgot it already.   He was an “old school” criminal type…

  • Out of the frying pan…

    This is the first of rather unusual two-part entry… With some prodding from my mom, I called Jabba today to inform her that I won’t be picking up The Kid for Thanksgiving.  I have been avoiding this conversation and I definitely didn’t want to do it this weekend, as I…