The past couple of weeks have been relatively rough for me. As much as I abhor it, I’m a creature of schedule — I do best when things aren’t novel. In fact, I almost strive for a routine. A routine means that it’s easy for me to make good decisions as to what to eat.… Continue reading Where I think about habits
Month: August 2012
Where I think back on a summer evening
We all know that tragedy sticks in our minds. I doubt thtere is a single reader of this blog who can’t tell me precisely what was going on in their lives when they first started hearing details of September 11. Somewhere, there is a sense that “my life is never going to be the same… Continue reading Where I think back on a summer evening
Where I get all mushy about being a father
Last night, into this morning, there were no poosplosions or episodes of diaper shrapnel. There were no exposed nails for me to step on. There were no episodes of dog puking within casa de batzer. In short, it was a pleasant evening. Well, Leila came over (of course, it was when I was in the… Continue reading Where I get all mushy about being a father
Where I look ahead to playing a few days as a single dad
I’m looking at a few nights alone with the kids. While I’d never, ever, choose to be a single parent, and while I’m scared to admit it, I’m actually really looking forward to it. Daddy / kid time doesn’t happen a whole lot . . . just like I fear each of the kids has… Continue reading Where I look ahead to playing a few days as a single dad
Where I recap blogher far too quickly
After this weekend, my mind is one crazy maze of post ideas . . . but before I can start converting those ideas from a random firing synapses to words, I wanted to give a quick run-down of my time this weekend (note that I’m saying “quick run down,” but I’ll probably have written several… Continue reading Where I recap blogher far too quickly
Where I reveal the faces of John for #blogher12
So, I’m heading to #BlogHer this weekend. And, while I find it impossible to imagine that people might not recognize me when I’m there (I’m well over 6 feet tall, well over 200 pounds, bald, bearded, easily excitable, and provide enough Instagram spam to feed most any third-world nation), this is a fun little meme… Continue reading Where I reveal the faces of John for #blogher12