Where I welcome April with bullet points

How the fuck is it April already? Seriously, I think there are still some Christmas presents for the kids that I haven’t taken out of the box yet. Life is better when baseball is being played. I’ve been thinking about how much I swear, and then there was this comment exchange with Kristin, and should… Continue reading Where I welcome April with bullet points

Where I try to get through a funk with bullet points

I’m in a funk — I don’t know why I’m in a funk, but I am . . . and writing, well, it becomes a chore when I’m in a funk. So today, you get bullet points from my draft folder. The new Yahoo! CEO put the kibosh on working from home. For an internet… Continue reading Where I try to get through a funk with bullet points

Where I check in during a weight-loss challenge

Again, I’m a “weight is just a number” guy, but that doesn’t change the fact that my body was growing in all of the wrong ways toward the end of last year. Part of that might have just been holiday madness, but mostly it was that I was getting into bad habits: I’d skip breakfast,… Continue reading Where I check in during a weight-loss challenge

Where I let the random fly

I ate like crap over the weekend. Between friends coming over, and the Super Bowl, and it being February1, I splurged. A lot. So, I’m declaring the scale my mortal enemy. I can’t believe there used to be a time that I was really worried about CJ’s speech. While CJ started walking very early, he… Continue reading Where I let the random fly

Where me put fancy word things to brain burps

I’m tired, and it’s cold, and my life has been a bit crazy, so anything fancier than bullet points won’t ever get published. It’s really freaking cold – so cold that one of my dogs, the other day, when I started getting ready to take the dogs for a walk, said “meh,” and decided to… Continue reading Where me put fancy word things to brain burps

Where I remind myself, time & time again, that weight is just a number

I stepped on the scale today. And I didn’t like the number that looked back at me. The number is a bigger number than it’s been in a very long time. The number is a bigger number than it was the day that Leila was born. I need to stop focusing on this number. Here’s… Continue reading Where I remind myself, time & time again, that weight is just a number

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