blobjects by timman

I just wanted to apologize for not blogging in 2014.  And I didn't want to wait until 2016 to announce it.

It's been a year and I still remember how to do this.

So I'm getting an early jump on this year 2012, lest I have to pull a last minute "hail Mary" type of post at year's end. ...

Would it be a shame if there were no posts on this blog in the current calendar year? A bit zen-like? No?

Each year there's a day to celebrate true love So I sit and write about the one I dream of Her mere touch makes me woozy My heart races ...

 

It's that time of year. Tim could only scrape up enough money for a poem, so here goes nothing: There was a “young” beaut named Suzi She...

WOW! Why is it that turning 25 years old does not seem to be that big of a deal? Twenty-one is big. Eighteen is big. Thirty is big. And...

(Lack of sleep plays tricks with the mind. So here’s a little ditty I just happened to find. Change is in the air, can you feel the wind? I...

I just remembered that I didn't blog yesterday, thus breaking my continuous string of blogging days, and this led me to contemplate the ...

Sat down to blog. . . Fell asleep. Woke up, remembered that my brother with the birthday went to Vegas for vacation in a Tahoe. The Chevy T...

Hey this is pretty easy blogging, the whole happy birthday gig. My brother and his oldest each rack up one more year. And tax season march...

My mother is blowing out one more candle on her cake this year, 73 to be exact.

There was an old blogger named Tim Who anxiously went out for a swim It’s April he thought I’ve been cooped up a lot (To the lake he did go ...

If it were a day later, this might be some cruel April Fool's Joke, but hey it's March, and the world again looks magical. The huge...

We had a moving tribute to Pastor Paul and his family on this their last Sunday at church. And now hours later, instead of bedtime stories I...

My wife and I are winding down on a Saturday night by doing none other than playing Scrabulous. As is her favorite activity, she was compla...

Enjoying the snow, she had her bare feet in the white stuff for this pic.

Her cell phone surgically attached to her right ear.

Late Friday night we received Christina's senior pictures from the photographer. They are awesome. I'm trying to upload some to my...

It’s amazing how a little germ or virus bug, probably unseeable with the human eye, can put someone down who is over 6 feet tall and has ove...

Today is day three of my forced fast. Monday night I started feeling sick and this was sick with capital letters. Actually it should be ca...

Last Monday was the final week of my Intro to Improv class at a local high school in north Minneapolis. The six of us (Dan, Peter, Amy, Emi...

I was up much of the night with what I’d rather not describe. This conveniently continued throughout all of today. Blah, blah, blah. I am...

I’m truly enjoying the fact that I have no pressure to blog today. Use your imagination and pretend that under the day March 24th there is ...

Easter came early. The Sabbath was for resting. But Easter is now here. And for us fortunate enough to live in the Twin Cities, we can “ge...

Today’s post should probably lie dormant. And maybe it will. But let me quickly explain the piece of art beside this text. The multi-colo...

It was and still is Good Friday, a good Good Friday in much the way the original one was good. We “celebrated” the first day of Spring by h...

I’m really too tired to be blogging. Anything I say or do could have disastrous consequences. I’m really too tired to be playing Scrabulou...

I’m feeling almost Catholic as we’re in the middle of Holy Week, Lent 2007 is almost a memory, and I’ve practiced enough discipline to carr...

This past year the world has been graced by my good looks a number of times. I don’t know if it’s the Dick Cheney factor (sort of a leftove...

There is a wise blogger so fair, Who thought it would be fun to dare, Her readers to write A limerick despite That it might only be much hot...

It was the last Sunday for Pastor Paul to be preaching at the Well this morning. Easter Sunday will be all music and the last Sunday of the...