Changes

There have been some changes at Casa del Rogue recently, the most significant being that Daughter Rogue has moved out and is sharing an apartment with a friend. This means that Mrs. R and I are now “Empty-Nesters-In-Training.”

DR’s move went relatively smooth, but it did involve lots of switching of vehicles to make things easier. There was the usual chaos and semi-panic of moving, throwing stuff into boxes, tossing clean and dirty clothes in laundry baskets, etc.

Most of the move occurred over a weekend, but the work week began before DR was completely moved in. She asked to borrow my truck, “Big Mo,” to finish up. Since my choices at that point were going to work or helping move a couch into a third floor apartment, I chose work and gladly let DR take the truck. She tricked some friends into helping her, and the couch was successfully moved with no injuries to humans or furniture or vehicles.

By Friday things had settled down, and we all had our original vehicles back. I went out that afternoon to run an errand. For some reason, I looked in the back seat of Big Mo. I saw something I had never seen before, at least not in any vehicle I ever owned…

Lying on the seat was what appeared to be an article of women’s underwear that begins with “t” and rhymes with “wrong.” “Hmmmm” I thought, “how in the hell did that get back there?”

Thinking it may have fallen out of a laundry basket during the move, I asked DR about it. She vehemently denied that it was hers. Something along the lines of “Daddy, I would never wear one of those things!”

Thinking it might belong to Mrs. R, (although being somewhat confused about how it might have gotten there) I asked her about it. She also vehemently denied it was hers. Something along the lines of “Not even in your dreams mister! It’s your truck, and you’re asking me how a pair of women’s underwear got in your truck? I think you owe me an explanation!”

The advantage to sleeping on the couch is that it's in the coolest room in the house...

Science

I remember when I used to be nostalgic….

That’s a great line; I wish I could remember where I first heard it...

This past week was mid-year performance review time at my office. I told my coworkers that my plan was to blame my less than stellar performance on biorhythms. This generated a great deal of discussion amongst the guys, mostly about how stupid my plan was, and whether or not there was anything to biorhythms.

Biorhythms, along with mood rings, John Denver, and earth shoes were among the more interesting things to come out of the 70’s.

The theory regarding biorhythms is that our lives are affected by some natural biological cycles; physical (23 days), emotional (28 days), and intellectual, (33 days). Proponents claim you can use biorhythms to predict when you may be at your peak physically, emotionally, and intellectually, and use that information to your benefit. Personally, I keep waiting for those peak physical and/or intellectual days. I’d like to think that at 49+, I would’ve had at least one of each…

Here’s a link to a biorhythm site:

Biorhythm Calculator

If you were born in the Mountain Time Zone, select -7 from the pull-down menu.

Also, try the Dalai Lama Personality Test from the blue “Rubbish” button. I took this personality test, but I failed…

Note to reader: Imagine a well-crafted transition paragraph here…

There’s an old saying about men with big feet… Since about the 8th grade, I have had large feet, size 12 to be more precise. Anyway, in my case the old saying is definitely true. Men with big feet also have really big….

Shoes….

I used to have a pair of size 12 earth shoes; they were the most comfortable pair of shoes I ever owned. They were big brown, ugly, nasty-lookin’ things and I loved ‘em. Mrs. R, however, did not, and was often made physically ill by the sight of me wearing my earth shoes. So for the sake of Mrs. R’s health, as well as the general betterment of things here at Casa del Rogue, I reluctantly parted with my earth shoes.

Does anybody need some John Denver albums?