Struggling to keep up.
“You know,” my roommate said to me over the wind and traffic noise in his CJ7 Jeep as we blasted down the highway, “Nobody ever had to beg me to play hockey.” We were roommates and teammates on Colorado’s 2nd-ever… Read moreNobody ever had to beg me to play hockey
Somedays, I miss blogging for the sake of it. I mean, I do it now, but there was a time that I had one blog for ALL the people that knew me, where I had to watch my mouth (and… Read moreWriting, or Watching the Wrench-Eater
Today is Wednesday. That’s really only notable in that we all thought it was Thursday, because Thursday is Bin Day and our bins are proudly out front of our house, patiently waiting to be emptied. Georgia dutifully emptied all the… Read moreTeething
While the older two have to go to their court-appointed visitation (that they hate) every fortnight (because they had better lawyers) at his parents (because he can’t look after them on his own) we occasionally partake in as much of… Read moreBaby Rabbits and Love Drawings
A long overdue photo/video roundup from the last few months or so. My Boo’s 1st birthday party. Well, party insofar as we all sat around eating food, drinking things and eating cake before the Booster unwrapped his Granbo Gift. “Holy… Read moreA Photo/Video Update
I’m posting this picture of him to set the tone. You see, this is more than just my baby. He’s… I don’t know how else to say it, but he’s magical. He’s wonderful and one of the best things that… Read moreMy baby’s grandparents.
Hitler Lollies It’s 9:09 AM, I have Cheetos cheeseballs next to me right now, and I have the strongest urge to eat them with a toothpick and start counting cards. Wifeage left a very sweet note for me to find… Read moreFigleaf Shit
The best thing about reading something really good is that it inspires you to write something equally good. Well, maybe not “you” but the figurative “you”. Just like when I was a kid and I’d watch The Lone Ranger or… Read moreReading and Writing.
I was a Junior in High School the first time somebody ever called me a writer. The reason that memory has always stood out for me is not because it was momentous at being called a “writer”, because I still… Read moreWhy I’ll make it as a writer… someday.
Hanging out with writers on the forums and the email lists and the newsletters and all that, has taught me a few interesting things about the types of personalities that I’m drawn to. There is a certain level of disappointment… Read moreA Slightly Different Crowd