Next in my parade of guest posters while I sit on the beach and burn myself to a crisp, we have Kim, of Baby Feet. Like Kim, I have no idea how we ended up following each other, but I’ve found her truthful, uplifting, delightful, insightful, and beautiful. What gets me about this post is… Continue reading Guest Post: I Know An Old Lady: A True Story.
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Guest Post: The Attractiveness of a Man Caught in the Act (or where I blush at the thought of a hot mother finding me hot)
I fancy myself a decent writer. I may not think I’m great (except when I’m having a truly manic moment, and despite my outward nature, those moments are few & far between), but I feel that I have a conversational style that is easy to read. In short, I think I’m fun to read (because… Continue reading Guest Post: The Attractiveness of a Man Caught in the Act (or where I blush at the thought of a hot mother finding me hot)
Where I contain my giddiness
So, I really mean to post here, often. But, I seldom do. Work, and family, and music, and that stupid need to sleep, get in the way. The next two weeks, everything changes. For the first time in my life, I’m taking two consecutive weeks of vacation. When I started this job, I made them… Continue reading Where I contain my giddiness
Where I guest post at @babe_chilla’s place
Because I’m powerless to turn down a guest-post invite from a lustrous blog-mistress, check out Moms have Super Powers.
Where I pass out somewhat unsolicited advice
So, the parade of guest posts continues today. What, you mean “two” isn’t a parade? Well, fine then. Still, I’m writing over at the Mad Woman’s Diary this morning, passing along my sage-advice as I’m the father of multiple children. Won’t you join me over there?
Where I hide away & juggle my balls
I’ve been hanging out at Mother’s Hideaway – why don’t you come out to join me, I’ve heard it’s quite fun to watch me juggle my balls. We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled postings momentarily.
Stream of Consciousness: A long week
It’s been a long week. I caught myself thinking I really can’t wait to get through today when I thought back on Chrissarella’s words . . . weekends are always too fast, so don’t try to speed through the week. Because, soon enough, you’ll be sitting in a room by yourself, eating pudding, talking about… Continue reading Stream of Consciousness: A long week
Percy visits to talk about boobs
Traffic here has increased, dramatically, over the past two days. While I’ve written three posts in that same time, none of them have had much to do with snark or my general pervishness. In all honesty, I cannot tell you how much I’ve appreciated the comments over the past couple of days. The congratulations from… Continue reading Percy visits to talk about boobs
Bad Mood Today
Seriously, what the hell is up with Tuesdays? The last several have left me feeling like absolute shit. Today seems like the worst of the lot. I want to eat raw read meat and drink gin and throw shuriken at Care Bear figurines. Or nap. I remember a teacher in middle school talking about the… Continue reading Bad Mood Today