Spamboy

My parents have a long history of animals in their life. The list is extensive...dogs, cats, horses, geese, rabbits -- and one very special goat. It takes a truly unique creature to spark a war between four consenting adults.

For longer that I’ve been alive, our household’s been teeming with all sorts of animals, the vast majority of which were feline in nature. It seems only fair enough to honor them with a broad story arc that I call “The Kitty Khronicles”.

Years ago, I lived in the dark ages. Besides writing on cave walls, storing my corpses in the drinking water, and sleeping from sunset to dawn, I also didn’t have a digital video recorder. How I lived with TiVo, I don’t know. But I do remember the moment when I “discovered fire”

The predicted pasting of “The” Ohio State by Louisiana State University this past January 3rd was routine and uneventful, except for the memories it stirred within me of my last brush with Tiger Nation on championship night.

A reprint of a classic holiday tale, where one of my parents took advantage of their bread-winner status in order to push the other to the edge of insanity.

One of the more eventful days of my life — how it came and almost went with me. Before the night ended, there had been more than one unexpected surprise.

I am often reminded of my parents and the many stories that illustrate their enduring love for one another. Besides being co-defendants in Southlake’s most-outlandish trial and forever making me thing of other things around Christmas besides yuletide cheer, they’ve have had quite a history together in their last four decades of marriage.

This past week, an allergic reaction I had to taking Zantac brought to mind the other time a drug whose name began with “Z” did a number on me. Like all of my stories, this one goes in directions you might not have imagined.

My time with Wanda wasn’t my only encounter with a ghost. Years after I met her, I bumped into something entirely unexplainable to this day: someone who didn’t exist, yet spoke to me.

Once upon a time, a simple BBQ shack was the pork-centered basis of my diet for many years, until one day it suddenly disappeared. Coincidentally, my waistline also vanished, but the ache in my heart still remains.

Here you will find a legendary and utterly failed attempt at forcing kismet. As I discovered, the Law of Conservation of Soulmates does indeed state that soulmates are not made — instead, they are found.

A ghost tale for the ages about a girl named Wanda and her terrible demise. An important part of the lives of many Brucelings, Wanda went from being a sad figure to a benevolent watch-woman for her neighbors.

The origin of my nickname and how I am to blame.

How I met my wife Jenn. Or in other words, how my life changed for the better. A great primer for how to land the perfect girl, I might add.

A cautionary tale spanning several years about what happens to people that feel they must catchup to those around them that seemingly have a firm grip on steering wheel of life, all centered around one shiny ring of surgical steel.