DAY 25-28 -- Amy and I celebrated a birthday dinner with some friends a few days ago and followed it up with a trip to Star Karaoke -- a place in the area where small groups can take over their own personal karaoke room for an hour or two.
For those curious, I can still knock out Ice Ice Baby without skipping a beat.
Anybody remember this night in Osh Kosh about twenty years ago?
Anybody remember this night in Osh Kosh about twenty years ago?

On the other hand, mmmBop is definitely out of my range but I did knock out the female portion of Afternoon Delight with pretty decent authority.
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Bob Ross moved in to our house this weekend. Chia Bob Ross, that is.
While I recall watching the Joy of Painting on days I was home sick from school when I was a kid, Charlotte is obsessed with this guy. She even wrote a report for school once about her hero.
We'll see where Bob's awesome chia hair goes over the next few weeks.
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When my brother was younger, he heard the Ronnie Milsap song Daydreams About Night Things and assumed it was about monsters. Of course, it's not.
This morning I put on some ZZ Top while I was in the shower and one of my favorites -- Sleeping Bag -- came on.
It occurred to me in that moment -- after all these years -- that the lyric is not "zipped inside my sleeping bag" but rather "slip inside my sleeping bag."
Total game changer.
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We had lunch with some family friends today and ate as we watched a thunderstorm pass by outside. Apparently it was a bit more than that as this is a picture of a house from about a mile south of where we were having lunch.
[Image courtesy of The News-Gazette]
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Man, the Summer of Tim has hit its stride. I start each day really having no idea what it'll bring and I go to bed at night feeling like I've accomplished at least a little bit of something.
Perfect.
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