We just had my daughter’s fifth birthday party (her actual birthday is this coming weekend, but we held the party when we could maximize attendance). I’m still coming to grips with the fact that I have two five year olds. There are two human beings, of whom I am fully responsible. And they’re both five… Continue reading Where bullet points quell the silence
Category: Dogs
Where random happens
Just a big ‘ol pile of random today: Yesterday was the last day of preschool for CJ. I am the father of a kindergartner. I’m having issues with this reality. If you’re one of the three & a half regular readers, you’ll know that I take karate with CJ. Often, there are too many of… Continue reading Where random happens
Where I chronicle a busy, fun weekend, renewing the “daddy” part of my handle
My poor performance at the marathon had been looming over my head for a full week, which isn’t entirely horrible. Because, with the way my mind works, I’ve been figuring out how I can run the distance again, and run it better, and do better, and, you know, actually feel like I ran a marathon.… Continue reading Where I chronicle a busy, fun weekend, renewing the “daddy” part of my handle
Where I try to plan for the busy stretch
You’ll have to excuse me as, again, I find myself turning to this here blog to try to keep the crazy at bay . . . I have a particularly busy stretch coming ahead, and need to plan it out, so I figure the three and three-quarters of you still reading will keep from unsubscribing… Continue reading Where I try to plan for the busy stretch
Where the random comes to visit
Around these parts, the high temperatures are, consistently, above freezing every day — but, I’m ready for *warm*, dammit. And it has not been warm. Before I married, I lost a significant amount of weight (mostly through a-near starvation diet), but found most-all of it over the next 10-12 years. Well, this time, as I’ve… Continue reading Where the random comes to visit
Where I chronicle an exceptionally busy day
My alarm goes off at 5am. Yesterday, however, my day started just before 4am. Benji was outside, barking. Duffy went downstairs to bring him back in — but, after he came in, there was still noise being made, because Pip, our lovely cat, was caterwauling. Duffy came upstairs as the loud meows continued. “She’s stuck… Continue reading Where I chronicle an exceptionally busy day
Where I resolve to be a better dog owner by landing face-first in mulch
I have two dogs. These are old, crotchety dogs who are set in their ways. And, they’re about as different, personality-wise, as can be. Hobbes had Duffy before I met her. He’s a Cairn Terrier stowaway from Texas. He likes warm. He likes quiet. If you’re good with math, the transitive property will tell you… Continue reading Where I resolve to be a better dog owner by landing face-first in mulch