Author: Doug Mullett

Dooger Rants About School Shootings

We tell kids that they’re monkeys, and there is no meaning to life other than to feed their selfish desires. We back this message up with broken homes where dad’s care more about sex drugs and alcohol than they do about their wife and kids. Mom’s have to work full-time jobs to feed the kids.…
Dooger Rants about God, Relationship, and Pink

My favorite mathematician (yes, I’m a geek) Pascal once said “The true religion would have to teach greatness and wretchedness, inspire self-esteem and self-contempt, love and hate.” Pink has a good handle on the greatness of man, but fails to understand man’s wretchedness. Instead, she blames God when we don’t live happily ever after.
It’s a Snap

Not once have we emptied out the bucket of bricks and had an already built creation spill out. Everything that was ever created with Legos has been thought out, designed, and snapped together by human hands.
The Road Trip

Growing up 500 miles from both sets of grandparents meant that I was afflicted early and often to excruciatingly long road trips. Every Christmas we would make the pilgrimage to mom’s homeland in the great white North where the adults would eat, drink and be merry while my cousins and I checked each other into…
The Santa Letters

Twenty-Fifteen was the first Christmas that the Mullett household did not have to keep up the Santa charade. Our eleven year old Milca was the last believer of our seven children to lose faith, and despite my good intentions and best efforts, I was the one to let her down.
Thor

Two things that I’ve read about white German shepherds is that they are smart and they are peaceful. The only one I ever knew was Thor, and he was neither smart nor peaceful. In fact, he was just the opposite.
The Blizzard of ’78

The original forecast sounded harmless enough: ”Rain tonight, possibly mixed with snow at times. Windy and cold Thursday with snow flurries.” People who went to bed early missed the bulletins at 9 p.m. Wednesday. They woke up to a howling nightmare. A monster blizzard with hurricane-force winds slammed into Ohio early Jan. 26, 1978, spreading…
The Beans

There at the bottom of the pile was the pot of beans that was already rancid four weeks earlier. Maggots and all manner of malodorous organisms now covered the fuzzy beans. Not only did they reek, but they danced and made noises like a bowl of Rice Crispi’s.
Duniskwalguni

After an hour of climbing, Curley stopped to catch his breath and threaten to throw me off the mountain. We convinced him that the summit was just around the bend. We failed to tell him which bend it was just around and we hiked upward. The next hour brought more aches, pain, sweat, and threats,