Me: “I’m off to the store.” Voice: “Get some milk.” Me: “Okay.” Famous last words. Because a short time later, a breezy chill of refrigeration tickled exposed skin. There I was, face to face, with a behemoth wall of dairy. Jugs, cartons, bottles…large & small…bedazzled my milk-toast mind. When did milk decide to diversify? …
Leftovers. What’s left when all is done. Nary to waste a single morsel, here are a few remaining topics found deep in the folder. Leftovers. My Odd Sock style….. ZZZzzzz Can’t sleep? Try reading this petty website before sack-time. If that doesn’t work, Bose has your answer. Bose introduces their …
A broken collarbone changes life temporarily. But little did I know my situation would have me seeing the light. Unable to climb the stairs to our bedrooms, a make-shift sleeping area was established for me in the living room with a nice big picture window. My bed. Plenty of room. Cozy & comfy. …
As pet owners we go over-the-top for our furry friends. The choices of toys, bedding, even food & treats are overwhelming. The days of a tennis ball, blanket and a bowl of Purina are so passe it is ridiculous. We treat our pets better than some nations care for their people–but that’s a whole …
Time to clean-up with this older My Odd Sock sudsy post. Enjoy! There’s nothing new about taking a shower. Most of us go through this routine process nearly every day. (Once a week for me.) Yet lately I have felt stranger in the shower. A closed-in feeling of claustrophobia. Between walls of fiberglass …
Time for a Brain Drain. “Brain Drain,” for those new to My Odd Sock, is a long-running post of my latest rants & observations. (This is #25, so there are 24 previous versions if you care to dig into the archives. But seriously, who has the time or the stomach?) First up….. …
Silly stuff about phones….. …
St. Patrick’s Day is approaching fast as everyone readies their celebrations. Decorations are hung. Green lights shine. Bars and restaurants advertise Irish favorites for a day of Celtic fun. Yet, I am indifferent. Uninterested. Overwhelmed by the blatant commercialism of St. Patrick’s Day. I just don’t have the spirit of the holiday. Others tell …
Just when you thought there were way too many damn award shows, My Odd Sock piles on another one! It is time to celebrate (and wretch) at the best & worst of My Odd Sock during the past year. It’s time for the 2018 Flemmy Awards! The …
There comes a time when differences appear. A realization that one is alone. Individual, not by choice, but habit. Where there is no right, nor wrong…just action, practice and propriety. My fair and lofty sentiments reflect a conclusive feeling of aversion that I, as a end-squeezer, live amongst a family of…middle-squeezers. …
