Parents aren’t normal people. Normal people can enjoy simple things. Parents worry and ruin EVERYTHING. Don’t believe me? Let’s go for a walk with Number Two, a calm three year-old boy. Well…calm for three. Oh look, a fountain in a…
One of my greatest joys in life is working in the kitchen. I think it takes a man to say that, unafraid of the social mores of ignoring football on Sunday. I don’t give a rat’s ass what the San…
Do you like to take risks? Does your idea of “fun” involve throwing your body around with expensive pieces of sports equipment strapped to you? When you see a ten-story carnival ride called “Death Plummet” made of rusty metal and…
The longest distance between two points is the path taken by children. This is how boring I am as a parent: I don’t want to fall in the mud. I don’t want to sit on a tree covered with fire…
Knock Knock. Who’s there? Banana. Banana who? Banana. Banana WHO? Orange. ORANGE WHO? Orange you glad I didn’t say banana? Now that’s a horrible joke. These are the kinds of jokes you’d find in the back of Boy’s Life magazine,…
I think I’ve gotten used to being tall. When you are over six feet, as I am just barely, you realize the world is made for people 6-8″ shorter. Working at a counter means hunching over like Quasimodo. Getting anything…
The drought is not over but we got our first measurable rain in over 6 months. Maybe I think the weather gods are stingy but over 2 days it only ever rained at night so we couldn’t sit inside and…
Let’s start with a food review! It’s the whee-ha world of Trader Joe’s frozen “meals”. Up for review is the Butter Chicken which is stamped with the watermark “Authentic Indian Recipe”. Yes, it’s technically true since the original probably also…