I two-armed a particularly large batch of items, and as I tossed them into the washing machine you started howling. You were off my lap and head first into the washer before I could react. Over the shoulder you threw item after item, digging deep into the pile of stinkables waiting to be cleaned.
I almost sat down to write another episode of, “People are Goddamned Annoying,” but as I started typing, I noticed something…
Even from childhood, I read the credits in movies. It’s where I first discovered the name Harold Ramis. He would become a hero of mine.
You know I love you more than words. You are my everything, and I orbit around you as does the earth the sun. I love spending almost every moment I can with you. Note that word, “almost…”
Welp, daughter o’ mine… you will be an only child for only so much longer. This is how we chose to announce Mommy’s pregnancy to the world.
My whole life, I’ve watched parents swat at their children’s hands in stores. I didn’t want to follow that path, so I’ve explored the world with my daughter instead.
Every holiday season, I’m struck by the innocence and splendor created at the ending of the movie It’s A Wonderful Life.
It is November 15th, and I am sitting in a hotel room in Moorhead, Minnesota, missing you dearly…
On Friday, October 25, 2013 (year of our Lord, Praise Him. PRAISE HIM.), my daughter Hillary took her first carousel ride. It was mostly uneventful; when the rig started moving, she was a little startled, but overall nothing to write home (or a blog) about. (Side...
What happens when you update the contacts on your phone and leave a friend out? He busts your balls. Deservedly.
When posting my last blog, I figured anyone with an IQ hovering around 100 would most likely be a little upset.
I was right.
Rarely have I been as angry as I was on October 3rd, 2013.