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
Category: Family
Where bananas flood my youthful memories
Bananas. I love them, and I always have. My kids, also, love bananas. When I was a child, however, the dream of the perfect banana taunted me — brilliantly yellow without anything close to resembling a brown spot on the skin. I’d peel it and there would be no strands, whatsoever, because the perfect banana… Continue reading Where bananas flood my youthful memories
Where I geek my way into a fun weekend.
It started with an NPR story. I was on my way to work & they talked about a day-long party where all of the Lord of The Rings movies would be played where everybody would eat like Hobbits. Seriously, it seemed right up my alley. I filed the story in my memory banks, thought about… Continue reading Where I geek my way into a fun weekend.
Where I recall watching a movie with my son
In my last post my friend Lisa, from libelletage mentioned how it’s great to look back at parenting posts to remember just what kids were like. I smiled when I read the comment, and started thinking of my favorite memories of my kids. And I realized that there’s one that I haven’t shared here. But… Continue reading Where I recall watching a movie with my son
Where I notice subtleties in the behavior of my children
Not long ago, I wrote about “uppy.” My kids enjoy it when I carry them about, and I’ve gotten really good at lifting and carrying both children at the same time. Heck, if I have somewhere that I need to be, this is my preferred method of foot transportation, because it means that I can… Continue reading Where I notice subtleties in the behavior of my children
Where a tired mind makes for a disjointed post
This is tech-week for Bat Boy: the Musical. I’m playing bass, but, with the way the theatre is laid out, I actually can’t see what’s going on, on-stage, at all. So I really don’t know what the heck is going on, I just see randomness with people backstage. In no particular order, this show involves:… Continue reading Where a tired mind makes for a disjointed post
Where I wonder just how much money I’ll be spending on my daughter’s drama lessons
This past weekend, my wife‘s uncle held a St. Patrick’s Day Party — and we were quite happy to attend (because beer family). I made guacamole (because green). Knowing we would likely be dealing with sleepy (if not asleep) children when leaving the party, we packed pajamas, in the hopes of changing the kids into… Continue reading Where I wonder just how much money I’ll be spending on my daughter’s drama lessons
Where I beat back the weather with bullet points
I hate the dreadmill treadmill. Not only do I get incredibly bored when I run on it, but, every time I log significant miles running without going anywhere, my left knee/foot goes numb and then hurts for a week aftward. So I don’t run on the dreadmill. But I do love to run . .… Continue reading Where I beat back the weather with bullet points
Where I accept High Heels & Training Wheel’s Challenge
Just yesterday, I was thinking “I really should figure out how I can ensure that I’m posting here, at least once or twice a week.” The problem? Finding something that’s post-worthy, that I want to write about, when I have time to write about it. Just as I finished said thought, though, one of my… Continue reading Where I accept High Heels & Training Wheel’s Challenge
Where I blather on about my health goals for the next year
I freely admit that I don’t post here nearly as much as I should. We will blame lack of time & lack of subject material — sure, the kids are as diabolical awesome as ever, but life keeps me so busy that, by the time I can sit down to write about the last awesome… Continue reading Where I blather on about my health goals for the next year