Favorite Games

     Today's post was going to be about the Perseid meteor shower, but with overcast skies this morning over central Kansas, the view was less than spectacular. Instead, I decided to write about something else. Games.

     Recently here in the Robertson house, we've been fortunate enough to have games brought back into our lives. I'm not talking about the newest first person shooter; I'm talking about good old fashioned board and card games. There's nothing quite like sitting down with your family and playing a game of Skip-Bo, Phase 10, Monopoly or anything similar. It's a time to laugh, to bond and to just spend time with the people that are most important to you.

     My favorite of all the games we have here is Skip-Bo. I am absolutely terrible at it, but I really get a kick out of seeing the looks of pure joy on my kids' faces when they beat their old man at this game. We trash talk each other the whole time we are playing and we have such a great time that the minutes just fly by.

     Take the time to play games with the people you love. You'll have a great time, I guarantee it.



Until Next Time
-Bill-

What Am I Doing?

Ugh, I feel as if I am coming down with a cold or some kind of sinus thing, so I'll keep this short.

This coming Tuesday I get to go experience The Black Crowes live in concert at the Stiefel Theatre in Salina.  I can't wait!  My cousin, Chris, is a big fan of the Crowes and I'm happy that he asked me to go along with him.  I look forward to a night of great music and a great time hanging out with my cousins.  It's been quite a while since I've been anywhere to listen to some live music, and now I get to go see a band that was called "The Most Rock 'n' Roll Rock 'n' Roll Band in the World".


Enjoy your week! 

My Youngest Son is a Chauvinist

Yesterday, my daughter came home from school with a home-made "Doctor Hat". When she told her brother what it was, he responded with "Don't you mean a Nurse hat?" I looked at him with surprise. Where did my son learn that from? We certainly didn't teach him that girls can only be nurses, did we? Rather than sit there and let him believe that, though, my wife and I explained that girls can be doctors and boys can be nurses too, if they want to be. He seemed to be satisfied with our explanation.

Global Warming My A$$

Yesterday, on what was the coldest day of the season so far, the heater in the house started acting wonky and not putting out as much heat as it should. This morning, Mrs. Bill called the gas company to have them come out and take a look at the heater to make sure we weren't going to go up in a big giant fireball, and they found that the burner had a very large amount of rust on it and in the jets, so they turned off the heater and told us to get ahold of a repair man ASAP.

Mrs. Bill called the landlord this morning and spoke to his wife about the situation, and we got a repair man out here with a quickness. "Handy Manny" cleaned out all the rust and soot out of the burner, and got things fired back up. Before the repair guy got here, it was 9º F outside and 50º F inside. Awfully hard to type with numb fingers. Right now, though, the temperature inside the house has risen to a balmy 52º F and the feeling is beginning to come back in my fingers.

Where's that global warming when you really need it?

Birthday!

I always get grumpy at the end of the day of my Birthday. As I get closer and closer to the age of 40, the grumpiness begins earlier in the day.

However, I do thank all of you out there in the internets that took the time today to wish me a Happy Birthday! I really appreciate it.

We're All Sickos

Congratulations bronchitis! You've brought my entire household to a standstill.

We're all laying around coughing and wheezing. We all sound and feel like zombies.

I hate the change of seasons in Kansas. It's that special time of year when the leaves change color and all of us here at the house succumb to various degrees of various illnesses. Some of us do nothing but sleep while we're sick, and some of us can't sleep at all. Some of us can only sleep in small increments. It's like we've all turned into grumpy toddlers. We're all whiny, needy children stuck inside and getting on each others nerves.