I don’t belong to any organizations, I hardly ever donate to causes, and when I see people bumming for change, I usually give a wide berth to avoid having to scrap my pockets for pennies and lint. Come to think of it, this paints a terrible picture of me, seeing me a selfish jerk with eyes solely on my own prize carrying an agenda that only has to do with me. Truth be told, when I do believe in something, I am more than happy to donate my time and money. I annually give to the Dumb Friends League and volunteered at my sister’s school for the better part of 2008. Is it enough to secure a safe spot in Heaven? That is yet to be seen.
In the meantime, while I seem to be on this huge online shopping kick, I may as well parlay it into doing some good for someone. And I am thanking my lucky stars that I did not hit “Checkout” last night. If I had and then awoken to an email from Ralph Lauren Rugby re: everything being 25% off for Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I would have been a little peeved. Alas, it appears as though I have a chance to do some good via buying a new bow tie or Spectator Jacket or both. Lord knows I’ve been in the market for a maroon jacket with white stripes. No, really. I am. I’m sorry if that sounded sarcastic.
- Will
Growing up, like breaking up, is sometimes hard to do. But as the years drift by, as the seasons come and go, as people enter, leave, and reenter your life, you realize that everything has its purpose and course and reason and cause and effect. But as time ticks by and you come to terms with what really matters in life, certain hobbies fall by the wayside as new ones take over. Confused? Me too. Sometimes I just write for the sake of filling up space. Anyway, what I am getting at is I have been in the market, recently, is a wardrobe upgrade. I can’t remember the last time I actually wore a t-shirt, opting instead for polos and button ups. I’m still kicking it proper in skinny jeans, but even those are starting to get phased out. While I have made tremendous changes in the past few weeks even, I realized that the bag I have been using for work is also do for an upgrade.
Enter the 
Scene: I am walking through the mall yesterday when, out of the corner of my eye, I see a glaringly large advert for the 
Okay, I’m being a sarcastic jerk again, apologies. I didn’t actually cop that attitude. I merely retorted, “Yeah. I’ve seen them on the site. I was just wondering if you were getting them here…save me a little shipping, etc.” After I came back to the office and after scoring another tie for $15, I checked out the site and had myself a little chuckle when I cam across the 
Whether you’re a walker, biker, motorist, or solar-powered scooterer, those Winter mornings sting the lungs and other appendages before you’re ready for it. Personally, I hate nothing more than that cold effing steering wheel before the old Integra has had a chance to heat up, which usually happens the second I roll into my parking space at work. Hey, it’s a ’95, give her a break. But what I have come to respect is a decent pair of gloves. No, we’re not eleventeen anymore, and it is unacceptable to wear your ski gloves unless you’re on the slopes – Think George Costanza and him thinking women are impressed by lift tickets. It didn’t work for him. This Winter, I am looking to 
Two of my favorite people in the entire world recently got an 11 month old Golden Retriever/Bernese Mountain Dog, and I got to spend the better part of this past weekend playing with it. As if I needed further proof or a more of an egging on to get a mutt of my own, this solidified the deal. And, if you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you know that, although it takes me awhile, I generally do follow through on what I say I’m going to do. Ahem, see: bow tie. Anyway, as Fall settles in and I have to 
I was speaking with a friend about good date ideas as the Autumn approaches. The standard apple picking/hay ride/Fall festival ideas were tossed around. But I am adding 
