• It’s reading week, or, as I like to call it, breathing week. • Yes, my head is above water. Barely. My lips keep slipping below the surface and I’m…
This is a one way ticket to oblivion. Sometimes you need something that will blow your mind. To smithereens. Especially when your teens manipulate you into escorting them [wife edits:…
The Gearhead asked me out on a date. Well, sort of. It was only to accompany him to Canadian Tire to buy a new serpentine belt for my car [wife…
The Gearhead collects stuff. [Gearhead edits: hence the moniker] [Wife edits: don’t you love how the Gearhead leans toward formal English when waxing eloquently about the barn? He reserves redneck…
Picture this: The wife’s on one of those game shows. Monty Hall has just revealed the mystery behind door number one …. A New Car!!!! The camera zooms in for…
“Are you alright?” The Gearhead had just turned toward me as I pulled the front door closed. We were leaving to go to a friend’s house for dinner. He had…
Last post cut to the bone. The Gearhead is licking his wounds, but he’s from good strong stock. He can take it. About stock, though, not taking stock, good grief,…
“How was your holiday?” “Great. Really relaxing. Yours?” “Great” Standing in the staff kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, I’ve resisted expanding this brief exchange to include some of…
“why does dad always get to pick the Christmas tree?” We were walking through the woods, following the Gearhead. He was wading through scrub grass, well-dusted with snow. He carried…
The Gearhead has been remarkably behaved and ordinary of late, leaving me little opportunity to derive inspiration for this blog. [wife edits: that’s right, it’s his fault]. In part, this…
Food by the Gearhead's Wife 