Monthly Archives: November 2011

OMG. Grumpy Babies! Spooked Babies! Babies being swallowed by tutus!

So, the cute baby picture contest just ended. Nearly 600 of the most spectacularly funny, cute, and pissed off babies had me laughing for hours while I sorted through and edited my favorites for today’s post. When I was done, I had 223 that I couldn’t live without. Then I somehow slashed that down to 174. And then eventually I gritted my teeth and got it down to 150 even.The problem is, I LOVE BABIES. And every single one of the pics I wanted to keep and share in an SDL post. But let’s be honest… 600 pictures… that’s a lot to sort through as a reader.So, I’m going to do five afternoon posts over the next 2-3 weeks with 30 of my favorites in each one. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did. Every single one I found myself narrating or giving my voice to the baby. So, I might as well continue that here!  Continued on next...

Challenge: The first word that pops into your head.

Today, I have a challenge for you. It’s simple, and I bet it’ll be a lot of fun for everybody involved. Fill in the blanks of these five different questions with the first word that pops into your head for each.

Dads I wanna smack.

Noah's soccer season ended a few weeks ago. And now that it's over, can I just say... there are some dads that I'd really just like to smack.Not because they were getting too "into" the game or anything. Not because they were going all Gloria on the coach. Not because they were starting altercations over team-treats with other parents.No, it's because they belittle their kids' accomplishments.And it drives me crazy.Now, you'll remember from an earlier post that Noah was struggling a little bit with the whole concept of "gettin-in-there" when it comes to soccer. He spent most of his games following the pack around, happy when the ball passed by him for a quick kick.He also ended up having spurts of super-kid speed and strength once in a while. There were times when he would suddenly catch fire. He even scored a few goals during the season.And whether he was simply trying to overcome his fear by getting more...

Tales from a Public Bathroom

Ugh.I hate it when I hear people approaching the public bathroom stall that I'm currently occupying.OH GOOD CRAP! GO AWAY! I put the vibe out any time I hear footsteps coming my way. It never works.I'm sure *some* of it has to do with anxiety left over from all the "bathroom incidents" when I was bullied as a kid.But more than anything, it's a fear that the lock will fail.And it's a justifiable fear! On several occasions I've been sitting there minding my business in public johns when the door suddenly flies open leaving me with my drawers around my ankles, my eyes bulged to Nebraska, and looking eye to eye with some random dude desperate to unload."Oh, sorry man," he'll always say as he turns on a dime and disappears, usually slamming the door again which always leaves  it slightly ajar.Sorry man? Oh good crud. "Sorry" just doesn't cut it.Not when I'm covering my nethers with one hand, holding my...

Walk with me down memory lane…

I had this awesome idea. And it sucked. Big time.

Turns out I don’t like olives.

I went to a Subway with my old man a while back. And by "a while back," I'm talking a couple years ago. Now, I'd been to sandwich shops with him more times than I could count. Since I was a little kid, we both would order our sandwiches, and we both would always have the sandwich "artist" load it with olives. I'd been raised that way. Olives are something we love in our family.Only on this trip, my dad didn't order olives and as if stricken with guilt, he gave me an unsolicited explanation for his new non-ordinary behavior. "You know, Dan, after all these years... I realized that I just don't like olives on my sandwiches." Okay, I thought. It really made no difference to me, but then what he said next made me think for a moment. "I just realized that I've always put olives on my sandwich, but I've never taken the time to think...

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 Youbecause it gives me (and everybody else) an incredible glimpse of who we all are. It puts a face on the awesome people coming 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.Anyway, thank you for sharing a small part of yourselves. It’s my honor to put the spotlight on you today. This is beautiful you.Which photos made you the happiest today?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!). Only upload photos that you don’t mind me using, and that you have...

What the heck is this?

Okay, ever since we signed a lease on our new town home, I've basically spent every spare second packing room after room. I decided to take a break and write a quickie SDL post cause if I don't I'm gonna go insane.So, I had this plan. I had X amount of time to get this house packed-up before moving day. If there were X rooms in the house, I would need to pack X number of rooms each day to stay on target. No sweat. Or so I thought.Now, I'm not a packrat. I try not to keep anything around that I don't need or wouldn't want. I try to live in such a way that the only things in storage are seasonal items like big bags of snow clothes or Christmas trees. Because of that, I thought this would be a breeze.Man, was I wrong.First, I found that my planning was all wrong. Without fail, the rooms that I...

Buddha’s Day: Batdog

Every Saturday I'm going to post anywhere from one to a zillion of my favorite Buddha pics from the week. After all, what's better than a fat, lazy, gassy, wrinkly, high-spirited-low-energy Bulldog doing whatever it is he feels like doing?Today's pics are called "Batdog"Noah really wanted Buddha to be dressed up this Halloween, and I had to eventually agree even though I knew there probably weren't any dog costumes built for a dog  that's built like a tank. Regardless, we found an awesome Batman costume at a discount store and decided to give it a whirl. It was a tight squeeze, but we fit everything on him except the belt.He didn't like that too much.Here's Buddha. Bat Dog. With his faithful sidekick Bumblebee.Continued on next page.And that... is Buddha, Batdog. Doing what Buddha does.Dan Pearce, Single Dad LaughingPS. Buddha would love to hear your comments. Like I said, he's been feeling a little left out of the SDL loop.

We won’t be homeless!

Remember how just a few days ago I ranted and whined about not being able to find a new place to live, due mainly to the fact that few landlords allows pets? Well, the universe has been good to us.Cause we found the perfect place!And we signed the lease!And Buddha gets to come!And it's close to Noah's other house!And it's in the mountains!And it's affordable!And it's small! (that's a big plus!)And, I'm so happy right now I could do a triple somersault!We move in two weeks! Now to start packing...Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing

OMG. Shocked Babies! Laughing Babies! Confused Babies!

So, the cute baby picture contest just ended. Nearly 600 of the most spectacularly funny, cute, and pissed off babies had me laughing for hours while I sorted through and edited my favorites for today’s post. When I was done, I had 223 that I couldn’t live without. Then I somehow slashed that down to 174. And then eventually I gritted my teeth and got it down to 150 even.The problem is, I LOVE BABIES. And every single one of the pics I wanted to keep and share in an SDL post. But let’s be honest… 600 pictures… that’s a lot to sort through as a reader.So, I’m going to do five afternoon posts over the next 2-3 weeks with 30 of my favorites in each one. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did. Every single one I found myself narrating or giving my voice to the baby. So, I might as well continue that here!  More insanely awesome...

The two kinds of people with crappy pasts.

I've been divorced.Twice.Ouch.Would you believe that sometimes people judge me 100% on that stand-alone fact and nothing else?I'm actually betting you would believe it because you know that that's just how human beings are.We judge each other on whatever surface events have happened in the past. Good crap, that doesn't make sense to me.I've been on several dates with beautiful women. I can't tell you how many times it has been brought up that I've been divorced not just once, but twice now, and whatever interest might have been there simply disappears. It's as if somebody who is divorced once is "probably okay." Divorced twice, uh uh. There's obviously a reason this guy can't hold it together. Right?Even here on the internet, those who love tearing me down point to the fact that I've been divorced twice as if it will prove that I'm a phony. They think it will prove that I'm a jerk. They think it will prove...

250 lbs of M&Ms… GONE!

I've decided I'm going to try to start doing more video blogs. That means it's not an actual goal, but more of a wishful thought. I think a few a month would be fun. What do you all think?Anyway, those of you who were following along in the early-days here will remember all the talk about M&Ms. When SDL was still small, I thought it'd be funny to charge people bags of M&Ms to be on my blogroll. There were a few takers, and then in the coming months when the blog got a lot bigger, the pile got out of control and I had to put an end to it.And so for the last several months, I've had 250 lbs of M&Ms (at one point over 300 lbs.) to figure out what to do with. As fate would have it, the perfect holiday showed up yesterday, and I decided to unload my treasure on all the kids of...

My Dad is Strongest than Your Dad!

Well, it finally happened. I overheard Noah adamantly declare to one of his friends, "my dad is way strongest than your dad!"And I laughed. I always thought that was a cliche. I knew kids felt it, but I didn't understand how much they really believed it. I didn't know they sometimes even become aggravated to the point of fighting and brawling over it.Before Noah's declaration (and I don't know what started it) the two had been playing quite peaceably in our living room. I tuned in when Noah said those words every dad should get to hear, "my dad is way strongest than your dad!"His little friend clenched his fists, looked up at Noah with tear-filling eyes and said, "nuh-uh. My dad is strongest!"I laughed again as Noah turned his gaze toward me."Dad, you're stronger, huh!" Noah was confident. After all, I was there to back him up on it.His friend was getting more upset."Well, Colson's dad is pretty strong. Maybe we're both the strongest," I said,...

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