As the father of five, Bob Sansevere has some advice for his kids and maybe your kids, too, in the latest episode of The BS Show.
#243: Darrell Thompson on the college recruitment of his very tall son and “Free State of Jones” review
In the latest episode of The BS Show, former University of Minnesota star football player and current Bolder Options president Darrell Thompson has a lively and interesting conversation with Bob about the college recruitment of his 6-foot-8, basketball-playing son. Also, movie critic Tim Lammers reviews “Free State of Jones” with Bob, Darrell and Mike Rasmussen, […]
I am getting out my camouflage clothes and shotgun and shells and climbing up on the roof with night goggles. I’ll be on the lookout for intruders. My wife Mary said in a Facebook post our house was invaded. See for yourself what she wrote, “Somebody broke into our house last night. “I made a […]
My son Sawyer has been complaining lately that hearing in his left ear was muted. He didn’t have a serious medical condition. He had wax build up. My wife Mary had the solution. Ear candling. She believes in it. I’ve been a skeptic. If you’re not familiar with the practice, ear candling simply means you […]
As I begin to write this it is 2:20 Sunday morning. Everybody else is packing. I’m writing. Shetland Congress is over. Another one in the books. My family won 11 National Championships, including a win in Classic Roadster Stakes Under. We also won 10 Reserve National Championships, including reserves in Classic Roadster Stakes Over and […]
Dateline Des Moines. It was a good day at Shetland Congress yesterday, and I’m not even talking about all the national titles my family won. It’s the little things that matter, that I’ll remember. Things like watching 9-year-old Shane try riding his bike up a mountain of manure shoved in a corner of the barn […]
Excerpt from a Facebook post by my wife, Mary: There was a smashed broom in the middle of the intersection at HWY 55 and County Road 33. ME: Uh Oh … Somebody hit a witch.” The kids, without questioning it or missing a beat … SIENNA (age 5): She didn’t look both ways. GRUMPY SHANE […]
I didn’t write this. My 13-year-old son, Spencer, did. According to him, here’s how to kill a chicken, then eat it: Grab neck. Swing as if you are having a seizure at a dance party. Pluck. Cook. Eat.