As we approached Arizona, I had already exhausted every decent song on my iPod. My door was jammed up with an array of gas station jerky and Dr. Peppers. My wife didn't think Metallica was helping Charlie fall asleep and I couldn't deal with the 'Wicked' soundtrack one more time. We agreed on the … [Read more...] about Griswolds: We Got Flintstoned. Part 3.
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We Had An Art Show.
Since you missed it, I'll give you the review, get you caught up. This particular gallery popped up in my living room on a Friday morning. The woman behind this first piece is a budding young artiste, Ava, who is about to turn 2. Her mediums range from crayons and markers to urine and feces. … [Read more...] about We Had An Art Show.
Griswolds: By The Time I Get To Arizona. Part 2.
In 'classic' form, I misjudged my packing time by, like two weeks. 'Operation: I toldja' so' was going exactly how my wife had expected. However, in my defense, I didn't think we had this much shit. Once the metal door came rolling up on our storage unit, at first glance, you might think that I … [Read more...] about Griswolds: By The Time I Get To Arizona. Part 2.
Griswolds: Dead Man Walking. Part 1.
For those of you who didn't already know, my family and I decided to move away from Los Angeles a few weeks ago. String bikinis, medicinal marijuana and '70 and sunny' became too much for us to handle. We yearned to live in the only city in the nation with more traffic, closer to the incessant … [Read more...] about Griswolds: Dead Man Walking. Part 1.
DAD’S IN DEEP SH!T #16: Playtex Armor.
Every day is my Gettysburg. I wake up in what feels like a ditch, wipe the crusty breastmilk from my (her) eyes and contemplate the strategy that will help us defeat the enemy, and live to get drunk another day. We kiss and hug our families, crank up a Starbucks and hit the metro, freeway or open … [Read more...] about DAD’S IN DEEP SH!T #16: Playtex Armor.
TWO Bad, So Sad.
Going on cross-country trips is hard enough on your own. Having to pack for you, your spouse, a toddler and now a newborn (for me) is downright lethal, especially when your kids want to help. The airlines (as of today and probably not much longer, you money-grubbing whores) will allow you to … [Read more...] about TWO Bad, So Sad.
