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Rick Ryckeley: The perfect Christmas giftThe Boy called home last week and asked, “Dad, what do you think I should give Mom for Christmas?” Being the great dad that I am, I had the perfect answer: “Son, all she wants is to spend some time with you. That will be the perfect gift, and it won’t cost you anything.” Rick Ryckeley: The MinimalistFor richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for better or worse were the marriage vows I took. No one said anything about becoming a minimalist. If they did, I would have remembered it. Don’t know what a minimalist is? Me neither — had to look it up. Rick Ryckeley: Woody the WoodpeckerAt first I thought it was hoodlums. Every neighborhood has them, regardless of how affluent. Kids that follow no rules, have no manners, and seem like they have no parenting. No matter if I left one light on or all of them, the results in the morning were always the same. My expensive landscaping was quickly being destroyed. Rick Ryckeley: Weird is relativeAs a kid of 6, I thought Thanksgiving to be an odd little holiday. No one got any presents. No one got a cake with candles. There were no trees, no multi-colored lights, no Easter egg hunts, bunny rabbits, fireworks, reindeers, or even Santa. Rick Ryckeley: So you want my vote?All right, all you politicians out there, listen up. My vote counts – unless of course it’s in Florida. If you want it, you’ll have to earn it. Rick Ryckeley: Hobgoblin and monster safetySome things are predictable in this world. Each year you will have a birthday, unless you’re over 30. But, at the end of this month, a special event which only happens once every year will occur. Rick Ryckeley: Halloween secretHalloween is a special time for girls and boys everywhere. It’s a time for dressing up in your favorite costume to troll the neighbor in search of the one house that will have the best candy selection of all. Rick Ryckeley: Retirement and the dollar bill gameRetirement — even the word sounds relaxing. Most folks have definite ideas of what they’ll do when they reach those golden years. Some will retire just so they can open their own businesses, working harder and longer hours than before they retired – nope, not me. Rick Ryckeley: Real man gets pedicureAll right, all you women out there, I’m on to you now. You keep all the good stuff for yourselves. While we Neanderthals are out chasing little white golf balls, sweating in the heat of the summer, you’re sitting in massaging chairs at the air-conditioned spa getting pedicures. Well, you can’t fool us anymore. Rick Ryckeley: Happily ever afterShe entered the glade riding in an open, horse-drawn carriage. With a light flick of the reins, the white palomino eight hands high turned and came to a stop with a stomp of its massive hooves – just 30 feet from the lucky attendees. Rick Ryckeley: World’s worst kisserIt took seven years, but last week The Wife finally told me something I didn’t think I’d ever hear. No, she didn’t tell me to get out. It was something far worse. Rick Ryckeley: Coaches push dihydrogen monoxide!Popeye once said, “I can stands so much, but I can’t stands no more!” I felt the same way when I heard what coaches all over this county are doing to our kids. Believe it or not, they are forcing our kids ingest a chemical compound called dihydrogen monoxide. Rick Ryckeley: I married a hall monitorAfter moving into our new neighborhood, it has become painfully apparent to me that some people out there don’t like following the rules. For those people, I have a quick and easy solution for you: Move. The Hall Monitor has arrived, and he’s taking names. Rick Ryckeley: A thief amongst usThat’s right. There’s a thief amongst us. A low down, no account, dirty little thief. I know it’s hard to believe that someone would actually take something that doesn’t belong to him. But it’s true; it happened to me. Stupid thief — didn’t he know I’d write about it? Rick Ryckeley: Bus doesn’t stop here anymoreOne man can only stand so much. I must speak out and have my say. The Wife says, “Don’t do it.” She thinks I’ve lost my mind. I’ve got news for her — done already lost it a long time ago. (For a job, I crawl into burning buildings.) Rick Ryckeley: No one likes yellow jacketsThe Wife graduated from the University of Virginia, home of the Wahoos – a fish that can drink twice its body weight in water. Rick Ryckeley: Back To SchoolThe Wife, she is counting down the days. Summer break is almost over, and teachers must all go back to school. Bummer, especially if you’re married to a teacher. Rick Ryckeley: Important Notes for New ParentsMy friend at the fire department just had his first baby, and my buddy in the real estate business, did too. Both had little girls. The babies and moms are doing fine. To say the new dads don’t have a clue would be an understatement. Rick Ryckeley: Summertime Swimming HoleThe Boy wanted to go fishing the other day; unfortunately I couldn’t. I had to go to work. He asked me if he could use my fishing stuff. Being the wonderful dad that I am, I said, “Sure. But you’re not gonna catch anything. It’s too hot. Fish won’t bite when it’s hot.” Rick Ryckeley: The Light Dancing On WaterFor the last four days, while rocking on the back porch of the lodge, I’ve watched the light as it danced on the water. Late each afternoon, in a flash of orange and yellow, the sun dipped below the horizon. Beneath the clear summer sky, the water shimmered like diamonds as the moon rose. Rick Ryckeley: Cave-in at Cliff CondosMom was right. I should have listened to her. She told us she didn’t want us to go. She had a feeling someone was going to get hurt — she was right. That night, I lost my best friend in the cave-in. Rick Ryckeley: Cave-in at Cliff CondosMom was right. I should have listened to her. She told us she didn’t want us to go. She had a feeling someone was going to get hurt — she was right. That night, I lost my best friend in the cave-in. Rick Ryckeley: This Old ManIn a brightly lit washroom at Underground Atlanta, there is one lonely attendant, an old man, somewhat hunched over with age. Rick Ryckeley: The Bunco SquadWell, it finally happened. After seven years of what I thought was a blissful marriage, The Wife kicked me out. Monday night, she threw me and The Boy out on the curb like yesterday’s trash. Not because of any of my faults. I have none. Like most husbands, I’m perfect. No, The Boy and I had to leave for the evening because SHE was coming: the Bunco Queen. Rick Ryckeley: Summertime on Flamingo StreetThe first sign that summertime had arrived to Flamingo Street started with the last ringing of the school bell. We were finally released from the prison that the grownups called Mt. Olive Elementary school. Rick Ryckeley: Summer Time SafetyYes ‘tis summer time once again. It’s time for beaches, sunning, barbecuing, and my favorite – cutting grass. When I was 11, Dad bought a rotary push mower for us four boys to cut the grass with. “Why didn’t you buy a gas power mower?” I asked. He replied with a smile on his face, “When you’re older you’ll understand and appreciate it. Now you and your brothers go cut the yard. It’s not but a little more than an acre and besides it’ll be good exercise.” Rick Ryckeley: Giant-Tractor-Tire-RideAfter talking with my dad last weekend, it seems I had several misconceptions about him while I was growing up. We had a large family: four boys, one girl, two dogs, and a green parakeet that ate hushpuppies off Dad’s head. The first misconception was the reason we had a garden every year. I thought it was for additional food to feed the family. Come to find out, this was not the reason Dad spent so much time in the backyard. Rick Ryckeley: Solve world's problems: put Mom in chargeThat’s right; I’m delving into the world of politics. Since the Bozos we now have in office are doing such a stellar job, I figured it was about time someone who knows how to run things got into office. That person would be Mom, and by the end of this article, you will agree with me. Rick Ryckeley: Mister Slurps Slurpy MachineEverything about Blinks Mooney was average. He was five-foot-10, an average height for a grown man. He had a round, pudgy face and a somewhat pudgy body, average for someone who loved eating sweets but didn’t like to exercise. He had thinning brown hair and laugh lines around his eyes, all average for his age. Rick Ryckeley: Lonely Little LadybugA lone red and black ladybug slowly made its way across the top of the bedroom door frame. The full glass French door showed a magnificent view of the spring day. A cloudless blue sky and a forest of oak trees covered in florescent green baby leaves, being blown gently against a back drop of brown twigs. There, just beyond its reach, crawled another lady bug on the outside of the glass. Both were unaware that, just inches away, was the comfort of another one of its kind. |