I've had various questions about the name of my blog. Deciphering blog names is as fun as reading vanity license plates like
I1221ME , and yes, yes I do. I'm curious however of what you think the blog means. Post a comment with your guess and we'll see who is in tune with the "wa" of the blogosphere. Three hints as to the meaning:
- Yes, there is a meaning
- Yes I think it is witty
- No, it couldn't be less important
This is the last weekend I will spend in my 20's. My glorious, fun filled, self finding, getting married, baby having, career changing 20's. Next Friday is my 30th birthday (yes Evan, I realize that means I just finished my 30th year, not my 29th. Shut up) and I will be one step closer to my highly anticipated midlife crisis. If I plan it right, my midlife crisis will encompass at least 3 years of
- Motorcycle riding
- Swearing
- Getting in shape only to sadly realize that no matter what I do, I will never again be attractive to 19 year old co-eds. . .(who am I kidding, the only 19 year old co-ed I was ever attractive to, I ended up having to bribe to marry me). . . but if I got a tattoo. . .
- Frantically popping out as many kids as human gestation will permit before either mine or my wife's equipment stops working.
- Gold mining
- Getting a silver cap placed on at least one toof
It will be a fun filled, action packed couple dozen months. The sad thing is that mid life crises are contagious. No plan is so good that adding one or two best friends cannot make it better and now, potentially lethal. Women fear this time in men's lives, not because of their unimaginative husband's rash decisions that can be dashed by threats of no sex for the rest of the year, but fear this time because of the husband's friends. These fiends that have forever been pied-pipering husbands away for weekends of hunting, nights of sports watching, enabling bad habits and poor grooming standards. Wive's envision friend's houses being something like Pleasure Island from Pinochio, and their husbands come back as ... well you know. And yet, nothing a woman can do, threat or withholding can keep a man from getting a picture of Hulk Hogan tattooed across their shoulders.
Ladies, face it, you might as well just stop trying.
Ladies, face it, you might as well just stop trying.
3 comments:
Oh my. I was more horrified by the stretch marks on his love handles than the actual tatoo...althought the tatoo was...well...what it was. Happy 30th my love. You get studlier by the hour.
Nix=No so there's No Bones about it, right? As in the old saying 'make no bones about it'. Or in other words, no problems or worries. Nix Bones=No Worries. Oh and Nix is similar to Nick's. Your name in the possessive. That could also mean you wish to air out the skeletons in your closet by expressing yourself on a blog! Am I close?
My goodness. I believe that man is either missing a kidney or simply bears a wound where Hulk Hogan tickled him. You decide, but I must point out that Hulk Hogan is 10x more powerful than Chuck Norris. Before Chuck Norris goes to bed every night, he checks the closet for Hulk Hogan. Happy Birthday geezer-butt! If I could grant you any birthday wish it would be to wish you a round trip ticket far far away from a runny nose and a thousand greedy monkeys.
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