I Give Up
Been out here in the woods for 90 minutes. Haven’t seen a thing except a bunch of loud ass birds. Tyson and I are considering packing it in and just getting plowed. #drunkbynoon #irishcream
Tag: Tyson
2nd Annual Deer Hunter’s Journal
Tonight was a bit crazy. My wife is out of town. Two of my kids sang in their show choir at the tree lighting ceremony at the county courthouse. My other kid had gymnastics class. By the time all three kids were down it was nearly 10:00. Finally time to finish preparations for Deer Camp […]
A 5-Hour Trip to Wendy’s
By Tyson Novinska – November 7, 2019 When it comes to hunting, or shooting anything with a firearm really, there was no way that I could ever come close to the level of marksmanship that my friend Jim could display. Clays. Ducks. Ringnecks. He could nail anything that was about 18″ and moved at a […]
Visually Appealing Vinyl
I’m quite proud of the record collection I’ve amassed. I have a subscription to Apple Music and I love it. As I’m typing this I have my headphones on and I’m enjoying a new Kehlani album I likely would’ve never heard if I had to pay $9.99 for it. A lot of my music listening […]
Jazz for Beginners
My buddy Tyson texted me tonight. He sent me a list from Vinyl Me, Please of “The 10 Best Albums for a Jazz Beginner” and it was interesting. I love Vinyl Me, Please. It’s a perfect subscription record club and blog site for a vinyl head/music nerd like me. Like any good list, this one […]
ICYMI: Poinciana
I originally posted this on the site a few months ago, but I did some house cleaning on the blog and had to re-post it. Please excuse any dated references. My buddy Tyson texted me the other day and we were going back and forth about our favorite TV shows. I talked about how my […]
ICYMI: Web
I originally posted this on the site five months ago, but I did some house cleaning on the blog and had to re-post it. Please excuse any dated references. My buddy Tyson texted me last weekend and suggested I tell the story of how we used to find hip hop music when we were in […]
