Forget journaling, sex, planting a garden, aromatherapy or yoga, I found my outlet. When Jen had Ava, someone gave us the 'Gripper' as a gift. Normally, I'd assume it was for folks on assisted living, to grab cans of soup from their Rascal or pick up the phone without getting off the … [Read more...] about Get a Grip.
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I’m Just a Patsy!
I don't know where to go with this one. It's been hanging out in my picture folder forever. I've been too scared to post it. Ava was playing in the other room, I heard some commotion and walked into this. It crosses so many lines, I'm afraid that the Chris Hansen might show up at my door … [Read more...] about I’m Just a Patsy!
100th Post, SPECIAL EDITION: Breast In Peace?
HOOTERS. GAZONGAS. MELONS. JUGS. YABBOS. TATAS. SWEATER PUPPETS. TORPEDOS. DRUNKEN CYCLOPS. What am I talking about? … [Read more...] about 100th Post, SPECIAL EDITION: Breast In Peace?
1 Year. 1 Month. 1 Day.
That's the amount of time we had with my niece. Her name is Olivia. The day after we finished our 2,690 mile move and cross-country drive from California to Maryland, my wife got a phone call that forever changed the lives of our entire family. It started out in the most incredible way. … [Read more...] about 1 Year. 1 Month. 1 Day.
Moleman.
It's the end of the year and my wife is kicking into high gear, squeezing in all of our doctor appointments before the end of the year. Says I pick at my skin and never wear sunscreen so I have some questionable freckles on my back. She calls it 'something we have to do' as responsible adults. I … [Read more...] about Moleman.
This Skirt Doesn’t Fit.
Interesting. Maybe that's because it's not a skirt. It's a plastic shopping cart. Am I not allowed to leave the room for two seconds to take a whiz without a national crisis forming? I hope the guys at Little Tikes are having a good laugh this morning as I smear Crisco on my daughter's hips … [Read more...] about This Skirt Doesn’t Fit.
