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Back when I was growing up in Vacaville, Memorial Day meant it was also Fiesta Days. I was never sure of the origin of this local festival. All I knew is that there was a carnival and a dreaded parade. Now, let me clarify. I enjoy watching parades....

Hello, and welcome to Goat Thing of the Day, a weekly series that boggles, toggles, and boondoggles. While my good buddy Thomas traveled in Australia recently, he petted (pet? pat? have putting?) the requisite kangaroos, koalas and wombats, he very thoughtfully stopped for a quick pic with those rarest of beasts: a goat. Behold!...

Guys, you know what's not appreciated? A text at 8:30 am on a Sunday...when I haven't heard from you in months...and I ignored the last text you sent me...months ago. My guess is that this dude was hungover and scrolling through his phone when my n...

How to have a great night’s sleep, one step at a time… Work all day. Pick up your kids and baby. RACE to your house because you do not have enough time. Enter house. Begin shouting orders at children. Place your way-too-easygoing baby in the center of the floor of the living room, so...

As you know, I've been complaining about the state of grocery stores in East Sacramento since I pretty much moved to the area. For what is seemingly a middle to upper middle class demographic, we have crappy choices available to us. My sister suggest...

Can I just say…. …you guys rock and I love you. Well, most of you. I don’t particularly care for the weirdo in the chartreuse tube top who keeps sending me pictures of him French kissing his squirrel. That’s kind of gross, actually. Although I probably needed his vote too. And I know every...

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  He isn’t exactly “alive,” but he’s not dead. Okay fine. He’s alive. But barely. Let me put it this way: I nearly cried in joy when he stood up by himself this morning. He’s that sick and weak, and he was in that bad of shape. The whole thing is excruciating. But if...