Warning for my friends in New Hampshire

I recently read the report below and became concerned about my friends who live in New Hampshire. Please be careful!

The U.S. Department of the Environment is advising hikers, hunters, fishermen and golfers to take extra precautions and keep alert for bears. People are advised to wear noise-producing devices such as little bells on their clothing to alert but not startle a bear unexpectedly. They also recommend carrying pepper spray in case of an encounter with a bear. It is also a good idea to watch for fresh signs of bear activity, and to know the difference between black bear and grizzly bear droppings. Black bear droppings are smaller and contain berries and possibly squirrel fur. Grizzly bear droppings have little bells in them and smell like pepper spray.

Word of the Day

Every once in a while I like to challenge myself with a particular word or phrase to try to weave into at least one of the conversations that I have with the agents that I speak with at work. (For those that may not know, I work for MetLife as a help desk for life insurance agents.) Today's phrase is


"What will the harvest be?"


This phrase is used when you are wondering about the repercussions of someone's folly. Use it in a sentence? OK: "Brad ate several pounds of asparagus yesterday. Oh, what will the harvest be?"

Usually, I'm able to weave the word in skillfully enough that it seems to fit, so I may not have anything exciting to share with you this evening, but on the other hand I just might.

Stay tuned.

A message for Tash

Tash asked me to post regarding my hatred for the Yankees. Usually, I'mm pretty apathetic regarding the whole team. Alex Rodriguez (Or, as I like to call him, ol' purple lips) is a cheater of the worst sort, and there are a couple of others that deserve to be thrown out like the trash, but by and large as long as the Red Sox manage to beat them I'm OK.

There is one Yankee that I positively cannot stand, and that would be John Sterling. Can the man say something intelligent at least once? His home run call has to be the absolute worst thing any sports announcer has ever said. (I may give the possible exception of Sylvester Stallone and Sugar Ray Leonard during the Contender fight last Tuesday. But I digress.) Anyway, he says something like "He hits it far. He hits it deep. It's a home run." Really, it's quite pathetic--I don't even have to listen to anything else to know that he must be blackmailing someone to even have his job.

I'm surprised even Yankee fans can stand him. I think I'd rather poke my eyes out with a sharp pencil than have to listen to him for an entire season...

Go Red Sox!

I'm still alive! I think...

It's been a busy week in Lake Wobegon, as they say. As you can tell, I haven't posted recently and I have determined the reason is that I'm a guy. You'll notice that the vast majority of blogs that you read are penned by females. I'll let you, the reader, determine the reason for that yourself. (Let me just ask my male friends the last time they were able to get a word in edgewise at any function involving more women than men.) Anyway, the time or the motivation has not occurred simultaneously for the last couple of weeks, so please forgive me.

Unfortunately, I have nothing exciting to share now that I am posting. Don't despair, as I may have a story to tell once I figure out what happened to Fluffy.