Nathan Timmel
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A Fetish for the Ages
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.
Gradient Change
I almost sat down to write another episode of, “People are Goddamned Annoying,” but as I started typing, I noticed something…
In Memory of Harold Ramis
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.
A Moment to Myself
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…”
November 23, 2013
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.
Unconventional Boundaries
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.
The Fault Within
Every holiday season, I’m struck by the innocence and splendor created at the ending of the movie It’s A Wonderful Life.
Dear Hillary…
It is November 15th, and I am sitting in a hotel room in Moorhead, Minnesota, missing you dearly…
It’s the Little Things in Any Marriage
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...
A Good Friend, Am I
What happens when you update the contacts on your phone and leave a friend out? He busts your balls. Deservedly.
Fan Mail
When posting my last blog, I figured anyone with an IQ hovering around 100 would most likely be a little upset.
I was right.
The Patron Saint of Outrage
Rarely have I been as angry as I was on October 3rd, 2013.