Reality Check
My reality: If I miss lunch, I am starving.
My reality: It is inconvenient to wait a minute for the hot water to start flowing in the shower.
My reality: My world looks for ways to create physical activity in order to exercise.
Ryan’s Posts
California (Hearts) Iowa
There’s no one screaming like, ‘I can’t wait to get to Iowa.’ That I can guarantee you. They want to come here to California.
Do they have French Fries in France?
Today, I’d like to make a comparison of two popular hamburger chains that have been around for a while, but are fairly new to my area. I’ve finally had a chance to taste them both, and so I offer my review of In-N-Out Burger (www.in-n-out.com) vs. Five Guys Burger and Fries (www.fiveguys.com) Let’s start with … Read more
Growing Up Diverse in Utah
Let’s face it … even today, the greatest display of “racial diversity” in Utah happens when the Utah Jazz play a team from out-of-town. And in that venue, the out-of-towners get booed by the home crowd.
A swimming tale
The local city recreation center offers a beginning swimming class for young people, and we enrolled our daughter in one this last summer. The class was a Monday – Thursday class, running for about 45 minutes each day for two weeks. It turned out that there were two members of the four-student class who were … Read more
No Comment
If you have never been an administrator for a web site – even as small as this one is – you’d be amazed at the volume and wide range of comments being offered to my articles.
I have to be dreaming…
That was one crazy dream, which I was very glad to wake up from.
My take on the issues today
Some days I read the newspaper, and just want to yell back at the articles. The paper doesn’t listen, so I write about it here instead.
How My Friday the 13th Went
Then, in the dark, driving along, it appeared just like a deer in the headlights – mostly because it was just that, a deer in my headlights. It was standing in my lane, a few feet in front of me. The animal was facing the inside lane, as if its intention was to cross the freeway, but it had stopped here for whatever reason.
What I wanted to be when I grew up
When I was young, there was a time that I wanted to be a mailman. What could be the more perfect job? The mailman got to drive a truck with the steering wheel on the wrong side, and go for long walks all day. Along the way he would get to meet nice people and … Read more