Monthly Archives: February 2015
The truth. "Wrong Numbers" (where I send positive texts to random numbers) has its hard side and its dark side. This is what actually happens when I send those.
I didn't get a blog post written today because I became absorbed in this text conversation which hilariously got a little bit out of control...
I went on dates with four different nurses and four different lawyers, and after the way I was treated, I can tell you that I have learned something about both.
All the sudden Noah is eight years old. What the. How the. Who the. When the. Where the heck did the time go?! Haha. This is a poem I wrote him on his birthday.
On Sundays (starting today) I'm going to bring my favorite responses from Friday's post asking readers to share a snapshot of that very moment in time...
You didn't know you needed to hear a dormouse snore, but you do. Hahaha.
Yeah. In 1995, on a day just like any other day for this 15 year old, I picked up a pencil and I amazingly drew... THIS. You can say it. Wow.
It has been a heck of a few weeks around these parts. The thought of typing anything for a blog post right now is... Eh. Just watch this video. It says it all.
Today I had to go back to the very first SDL post for some reason, and I couldn't believe the first pics I ever shared of Noah and of me compared to now...
While talking to a beautiful woman before we met for a first date, I used a phrase I've used all my life. Except, she shut me down. And she was right to do it.
The story of when everything had been put on the table. And the house had been turned upside down to find what we could. Somehow, we came up one penny short...
Today I found my old keepsake box, and look what I found. Not to brag or anything, but I (and my dog with the racist name) had some big things going in 1993.
When things for me were just... stressful, this Border Collie in the car in front of me did something so unexpected and so hilarious that it changed everything...
Yesterday I embarrassed myself by completely losing it at the end of a very long rope which had finally run out. This is my response to one reader's email.
I am in an Apple Store as I write this, horribly embarrassed and feeling like the worst human in all of history. Surely I am better than what I just barely did.
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