Monthly Archives: November 2010

Worthless men and the women who make them

En EspañolAs with the Worthless Women post, I feel that some more strong words need to be said today. I'll try to keep today's post "less long". I hope that by the end, the message comes together and these words will get both the men and women who read it to step back and at least think about a few things. Because, we have a problem. Men are lousy husbands. Men are scatter-brained. Men are stupid. Men aren't capable of making good choices. Men aren't good enough in their religions. Men aren't good enough in their spirituality. Men aren't strong enough in their faith. Men are terrible cooks. Men don't help enough around the house. Men are careless. Men work too much. They also don't work enough. Men don't bring in large enough incomes. Men don't properly support their families. Men don't give their everything for their family's well-being. Men aren't ambitious enough. Men only care about sex. They have way too big or way too small of sex...

Snowy Sundays

Yesterday, Noah woke up and crawled into bed with me. For some reason it was particularly cold in our house, so we snuggled under the blankets and watched cartoons for the better part of two hours. When our hunger finally got the best of us, Noah latched on for a Tiggity Back and we headed downstairs toward the kitchen. On our way down, we both gasped with delight as we noticed a fresh blanket of white powder outside. I don't generally watch the weather forecast, so I had no idea a winter storm had been headed our way the night before. A few weeks earlier, we had purchased an entire new snow outfit for Noah, and we'd both been waiting anxiously for the day when we could bundle up and head outside for snowmen building and snowball fights. We raced through breakfast, bolted upstairs to suit up, I grabbed my camera, then we waddled our way into the garage. All the way...

This is beautiful you – Sibling Edition

The holidays, mixed with recent life events, have really made me thankful for my siblings these past couple weeks (in case you haven't been able to tell). I have nine siblings in all. As I look at the lot of them, it amazes me how diverse we are and where the winds of life have carried us all. We seem to cover the entire spectrum of life. We come in all different shapes and sizes. We have very different religious and spiritual beliefs. Some of us have lived squeaky clean lives. Some of us have had multiple run-ins with the law. Some of us are adopted. Some of us are biological. Some of us are mentally disabled. Some of us aren't. Some of us have dark hair. Some of us have blond. Some of us are musicians. Some of us are businesspeople. Some of us are students. No matter what happens in our lives, no matter what direction we each...

Torturers. Protectors. Brothers.

I have three brothers. Outsiders might watch us and think we're sadistic, ridiculous, immature idiots. But we're so much more than the abuse we constantly dish out to each other.

Black Friday

I'm out of here for the rest of the day. It's Black Friday, which means I've gotz me some deals to go getz. For those of you outside the U.S., Black Friday is the day after Thanksgiving, when retailers "go into the black" financially. They usually offer "door-buster" deals that start in the wee hours of the morning and carry on the rest of the weekend. Sometimes the deals are so good that crazy things happen.Some people hate black Friday, but not me. I love watching the mayhem. People watching in general is just so much fun for me. I find it interesting to watch the absolutely insane things that some shoppers will do in the pandemonium to be one of the only ones to get a deal on something.And, as passionate as many are about going and getting the deals, a lot of people are just as passionate about not participating.So, just for fun, I asked people over on...

Thankful for a lot of things

I won't lie. I'm having a hard time right now. This year Noah is spending the entire Thanksgiving weekend with his mom, which means I won't get to see him until Sunday. Three and a half days without my little man... Bleh. Three and a half days without getting to hear his squeaking voice. Three and a half days without playing "shoot the lions". Three and a half days without hugs, tackles, or kisses. Three and a half days without silly songs, snuggles, or story time. Three and a half days missing the best part of my life. Today is Thanksgiving. I'm thankful for a lot of things. It is usually hard to get through Thanksgiving Day without dropping to my knees in gratitude for everything beautiful and wonderful in my life. Today it will just be hard to get through the day. Today I'm having a hard time focusing on anything else I'm grateful for at all. It's amazing how much...

Phase two of the impossible project

Today, I just want to ask you two things. First, what dream have you not chased (big or small) because the voices of others made you believe it was too difficult or impossible? Second, what is a dream you did chase (big or small) even though the voices of others tried to make you believe it was too difficult or impossible? And here's the real challenge. Give an answer in 20 words or less for each question. As I mentioned last week, I am working on an "impossible" power post. I have something pretty neat planned for it, and we need a lot of participation or it won't work. Last week I asked the simple question what impossible thing have you seen happen? More than four hundred of you answered, and what you shared was incredible, faith building, and powerful. If you haven't yet, please visit that post and read through some of the amazing responses. Working together, I really believe we can show the world a...

Thanksgiving mayhem

Thanksgiving. It'll be here in two days, you know. I wonder... Why do we Americans love it so much?And it's not just that we love it. We jump through amazingly difficult hoops to be a part of it. We travel from all corners of the earth to sit down at a single meal with those we care for most. My brother and his family traveled here all the way from England this year. I personally have made many long drives across state borders to take my seat at the annual family event.For couples, the question of whom to grace with their presence is often a touchy rivalry. Who's turn is it this year. Who will be offended by not going. Is it possible to hit both sets of in-laws. Would it be enticing, feasible, or even possible to take part in a major feast at multiple abodes... Thank you Walmart for not giving us the boot when westarted stacking all of...

Hundred dollar jeans

Have you ever bought yourself a pair of hundred dollar jeans? If you're like most people, the answer is no, followed by, are you crazy? I remember a few years ago I was at the mall with a good friend. He said he wanted to hop into a designer clothing store and buy some jeans. I watched with jaw dropped as he grabbed a pair of jeans with a price tag that read $105.00. I laughed and asked him why he would blow such unnecessary money on jeans when he could run down to American Eagle and get some pretty stylish ones for $35. I'll never forget his reply. "Dan, have you ever spent a hundred dollars on a pair of jeans?" I said no and again voiced how absurd it was. "Well, try it sometime and then let's have this talk again." Our next stop was American Eagle, where I bought a couple of $35 pairs of jeans that both looked great...

This is beautiful you.

Finally, my favorite post of the week! Every Sunday I take some of the photos that you have uploaded to the Facebook wall, and I post them here. I love This is Beautiful You because it gives me (and everybody else) an incredible glimpse of who we all are. It puts a face on what we're doing here. It gives us a beautiful idea of the uniqueness and diversity of the followers here at SDL. More than anything, it shows all of us just how beautiful we each can be. Thank you for sharing a small part of yourselves. It's my honor to put the spotlight on you today. This is beautiful you. Please comment and let these beautiful people know just how beautiful they are. If you'd like to send in photos to be considered for Sunday's "This is beautiful you" and other future blog posts, please post them on the Facebook wall (we need lots more!). Emailed photos will not...

How do you write a quality post on the day your sister gets married?

You don't. I'll catch you all on Sunday. It's been a beautiful day. One that has left me grateful for the good and selfless people that surround my family. I'm thankful for my mom and sisters who worked without end to make it spectacular. I'm thankful to my brother who teamed up with me on photography all day. I'm thankful for my dad who financed it all and helped selflessly to the end. I'm thankful for all of our relatives, friends, and neighbors who stayed past midnight helping us clean up and take down, asking nothing in return. I'm thankful to have a new brother-in-law who is truly a good and exceptional man. I'm thankful for my sister. I saw true happiness in her eyes today. I'm thankful that we all got to end the night with dancing. Congratulations Emily and Luis. I love you both. Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing More tired than he has been in months PS, what is your favorite thing about weddings? And what are you...

Pumpkin Bread

Noah's preschool teacher is incredible. Miss Gretel astounds me every single day with what and how she teaches Noah and her classroom full of rambunctious three-year-olds. As a parent, she's taught me just how capable Noah's little mind is, even at such an early age. She is genuine and sincere. She is kind, yet keeps things in control. She really is awesome. That being said, awesome has nothing to do with "yuck". To eat, or not to eat? That is the question. Most of you weren't yet following when I admitted to the world that I have a little problem with obsessive compulsive disorder. I do. And it's getting worse. In my post Yuck swapping, I discussed my inability to share food or drinks with children. Let's be honest. No matter how much an adult asks a child to wash up or scrub up, that child is going to (very quickly) find a way to get "yuck" all over those precious little hands again,...

Bugs. Food. Awesome.

I have a question that has confounded me for years. Where do fruit flies come from? I mean, I thought those things had an almost non-existent lifespan or something. How is it that you can go months or years without seeing a single one, and then the moment there's as much as a leftover smear of rotting fruit they're absolutely everywhere?Where do they fly in from? Where were they when my fruit wasn't rotten? And how the heck do they always make it to the scene of Noah's and my occasional fruit mishaps so quickly?Personally, I'd like to be able to enjoy my M.A.S.H. reruns without continually swatting at some swarm of flying ickies just because I happened to lose a half-eaten mango into the couch days earlier.And it's not just fruit flies. Where do "pantry bugs" in general come from?A couple weeks ago, I decided to do something I hadn't done in months. Eat breakfast.I grabbed a box of...

The impossible project

Today, I just want to ask you one thing... What impossible thing have you seen happen? I am writing an "impossible" post, and I need your help. Knowing that I may use it in a forthcoming Power Post, please share a time when you've seen the impossible happen. Share a time when, against all odds, something incredible took place. Share a time that left just about everybody shaking their heads in disbelief. And here's the real challenge. Do it in one short sentence of 20 words or less. I have something pretty incredible planned, and we need a lot of participation or it won't work. If you'd be so kind, please ask your friends to come share the times they also have seen the impossible happen. If you've been a shadow lurker, today would be a great day to come out into the sunshine. Hopefully, together, we will show the world a new definition of the word "impossible". Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing

They’re your dreams. Keep it that way.

How about some fun today? You are guilty. I am guilty. I guarantee Jim Bob over there is guilty. His just had to do with moonshine and NASCAR. I'm talking about dreams, and our good-intentioned desires to share their awesomeness with those around us. Wanna hear about a dream I just had? I was walking down a long boardwalk on a darkly clouded day. The wind was picking up and so were the waves on the crashing shoreline. Suddenly out of nowhere, a little creature that looked like a cross between Gollum and Taylor Swift jumped out in front of me. He was holding a paper bag full of rotten food. He asked me if I'd like some. I told him no. He insisted, and when I said no again, he whipped out a guitar and sang a song that he called "Shouldn't have said no". But then he, or was it a she, turned into a dancing turnip and started...

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