Day 900: Doctor Scott

Day 900: Doctor Scott

My brother is now a doctor. Technically, it’s called a DPT…a doctor of physical therapy. He graduated. From Northwestern. He’s a doctor. It’s crazy. I’m so incredibly proud of him. We were speaking tonight as we were walking back from the...
Day 899: Grad Eve…

Day 899: Grad Eve…

We’re in Chicago. That reminds me all of the sudden that I freaking haaaattteee it when people post “[insert town name], I am in you” as a tweet or status update. Yeah, friends, I’m lookin at you! Can we all join hands and agree it sounds a bit...
Day 898: Pup-less…

Day 898: Pup-less…

The Coops and the Coco are both over at Kristen and Arg’s…and we miss them like crazy. Yes. We are those fucking people. You can suck my I love my dogs like they’re people dick, okay? Okay. Podcasted with the Josh. Had a blast. I sincerely hope that...
Day 897: Stomping Grounds

Day 897: Stomping Grounds

I went with the Ho over the hill to the Grove today…my old stomping grounds. I don’t think I’ve actually been there…well, it’s probably not as dramatic as the last night that I worked at Maggiano’s…but it’s gotta be...
Day 896: Sobering

Day 896: Sobering

I’ve learned a few things in my 30-plus years on this planet. Not *all* the things, but a few of them…enough to spin my head around at times. Very few things I’ve learned are more sobering than that life is short, and that everything they tell us...