Big 'Ol Pile a Wood

Below is a link to a hilarious voicemail someone left on my wife's phone. Make sure to listen to the end. FYI - My buddy edited the clip to remove the man's actual phone number. Those are the skips and beeps you hear.

Big 'Ol Pile a Wood

Tell us your funniest wrong number story.

Tic-Tac Socks

I'm a compulsive Tic-Tac purchaser (the orange kind, if you're Christmas shopping for me). I buy them in the grocery store checkout line whether I'm out of stock or not (usually not). But then I lose them. I find them later in random spots. Glove box, bedside table drawer, office desk. Then I'm happily surprised. They're like little love gifts to myself.

We took Evan for his first haircut the other day. They gave him a certificate. I want to be rewarded for basically not throwing a fit. Of course, I realize by complaining about this I've disqualified myself. Rats.

Once again, the University of New Mexico did not make it to the New Mexico Bowl. Go Lobos!

I need new socks.

Today is my sister's birthday. She's 29 again. I wonder if she needs socks?

What are you snacking on?

How To Use a Runaway Truck Ramp - New Book by Shawn and Maile Smucker

This is an excerpt from Shawn & Maile Smucker's new book, How To Use a Runaway Truck Ramp. I've not yet finished the book, but have enjoyed what I've read. Except the scary part about heights. I'm terrified of heights.

And bees, but there haven't been any of those in the book.

So far.


We had pulled away from the scenic view at the top of Teton Pass. Breathless. Anxious. Eager to have the ensuing four-mile descent behind us.

It wasn’t long before I had realized we would be fortunate to make this stretch without incident. Even in first gear, I had to use my brakes too often, too hard. The air pressure dropped. The brakes smelled hot after just half a mile.

I pulled into a side pull-off area to give the bus a rest, and my parking brake barely engaged. Adrenaline left me feeling shaky. I opened the bus door. The cold air felt great, and behind us, the mountainside was covered in snow, but both were contrasted by the smell of hot brakes. The smell of something important not going well.

After ten minutes or so, I released the brake and began creeping forward. The brakes felt okay, but not quite right. I had no idea what to do, but then, I saw another pull-off a few hundred yards ahead. I decided to pull in there and park for an hour, let the brakes cool completely. We might take all day getting down. Oh, well.

By now, Maile and the three older kids sat just behind me. Sam napped in the back. The kids chattered on and on about the view, the trees, and the bears they wanted to see. It was surreal – inside, I felt a massive sense of tension nearing panic, yet just behind me the kids were having a great trip. They had no idea.

But Maile – I could tell she knew what was going on. She asked me short questions in a quiet voice as we crept along at 5 mph, questions that I had no answer for.

“Are we okay?”

“Can you stop?”

“Should we pull off?”

I pulled our 20,000 pounds into that next pull-off, preparing to stop, put on the parking brake, and wait until the brakes cooled. But it was at that moment I realized we couldn’t stop, at least not completely. I pushed the brake all the way to the floor, but we kept coasting, a snail’s pace really. It’s amazing how immense fear can rise up in the face of such slow movement. In a last ditch effort, I pulled on the parking brake, but it did nothing. We kept coasting forward.

I had no other option but to coast back out on to the road. This is when we began gaining speed. This is when I reached over with my other foot, put both feet on the brake and pushed down as hard as I could. This is when I realized we could not stop.

A guardrail defined the next curve, to the left, just a hundred yards or so ahead of us. Beyond that road, a thousand feet of air and rock and evergreens.

Faster. Soon, we were going fifteen miles per hour. We came around the turn. I began calculating at what point I would need to wreck the bus into the side of the mountain. The brakes no longer slowed us at all. Then, we saw it – on the left, a runaway truck ramp, the kind I used to always look at and think, Seriously? People actually use those?

Shawn Smucker is the author of How to Use a Runaway Truck Ramp and Building a Life Out of Words. He lives in Lancaster County, PA with his wife Maile and their four children. You can find him on Twitter and Facebook, and he blogs (almost) daily at Maile blogs at

The Ultimate Christmas Gift Buying Guide

Don't buy something your intended recipient won't like.
Do buy something your intended recipient will like.

You're welcome.

What do you want for Christmas?

Interview Dojo

We are conducting interviews today in an effort to find my replacement.

I hate boring interviews.

Help me spice it up for the candidates by giving me some funny or odd questions to ask.

Things like:
  • I can't ask how old you are, but...were you eligible to vote last month?
  • What size shoes do you wear? We're looking for someone who can fill mine. Although I'll probably take them with me, so you should just use yours. Yours look like they fit pretty well anyway.
  • Would you like to get me some coffee?
  • Do you hate celery, I mean salary?
  • Do you love overtime?

What else should I ask?

Things That Went Better Than Last Friday, When I Told My Boss It's Over

Remember the last time I resigned?

Well, I did it again, but this time it didn't go over nearly as well.

In fact, here are some things that went better than the conversation I had Friday morning with my soon to be former boss:

  • New Coke
  • The Hindenburg
  • The Ford Edsel
  • Betamax
  • Enron
  • The Titanic

What fun conversations have you had with your boss?