Tim's Blog

This is how my lovely wife, Holly, eats her donuts.  Instead of taking one she really wants, she picks a bunch that she isn't sure about, then samples each of them until she finds once she does like.
This is what is left over when we're done!

So, it’s almost January.  I’m sitting at home, it’s around 5 PM, and I’m in my PJs and a bright-yellow "Edmonton Marathon” T-Shirt watching the boys play with some of their Christmas toys.  And I get to thinking about riding my bike to work.

I get restless around this time of the year.  Maybe it’s all the food that I’ve had over the last few weeks, or maybe it’s that I haven’t been on bike since October 31st (and haven’t run since Mexico, November 23rd), that I am really starting to feel it.

I’m not sure if it’s just me or what, but as a boy, I really liked getting the mail.  So much so, that I remember coming home from school, and the first thing I would do would take off my shoes, and get the mail, and bring it to the kitchen.

Then I started paying bills, and all of a sudden, getting the mail was a little less fun.  There were fewer letters from family (remember letters?  The things you did with a pen and paper, and sent with a stamp?), and more notices from people who wanted to get paid.

Ok.

I love communicating by email.  So do most of my peers.  But this bullshit has to stop.  I'm talking about the subject line that has the whole message included in it:

Why?  Because this.  When I get it on my smart phone, here's what I see (the line with the check):

Useful information please.