That's Life

ANOTHER new wardrobe for my kid?!

That's it! I give up! I'm moving to a nudist colony where I don't have to try and keep up with the madness. Noah has done it again. He's turned perfectly good, perfectly long pants into pants that are only good for one thing... wading through high water. Five months ago, or maybe it was four (though in reality, it was less than three, it's just too painful to admit that), I went to the Osh Kosh uber-discount outlet store (they don't sponsor me, but I love 'em!) and bought Noah an entire new wardrobe. I was able to do that because, well, it's the uber discount outlet store.

Paying it Forward this Christmas

In September, I came to you for help. I had run out of money, I was down, I was discouraged, and I was wondering if I could even keep going in this whole SDL adventure or not. In my moment of desperation, I asked for your help. And you helped me. Big time. Today, I want to pay that forward.

Jacob is not my actual brother.

Just thought I'd clarify this. When I wrote in the I'm Christian, unless you're gay post: "Jacob is a dear friend. He’s my brother. He’s a damn good human being. He’s absolutely incredible. He’s also gay." most people understood that I was speaking figuratively about him being my brother, but I've received many comments and correspondences from people who thought I was being literal in that statement.

Noah’s Hilariously Awesome Letter to Santa

Well, it's that time of year again, and what better way to start than with Noah's letter to Santa? We did it in record time this year, only four days after Thanksgiving! And, just like when we did last year's letter, Noah had me giggling and smiling the entire time. I sat down with him at the computer and told him I would write anything he wanted on his letter. No instructions. No hints. No gentle pushes in any particular direction. Just me, typing whatever my 4-year old said. Enjoy... here it is, word for word. Click it to enlarge. Oh, and my favorite part... when he signed his name at the end. He wrote the N and the O so big that there wasn't a lot of room left for the A and the H. I asked him if he wanted me to print another copy so that he could try again and he said, "no way, Dad! I can...

You’ll never guess what I picked up Black Friday shopping…

I love Black Friday shopping. I think it's a riot. In all honesty, I love people watching more than anything. And Black Friday is a day when absolutely normal and sane people go completely bonkers in the name of saving a few bucks. It's better than a movie to me. So anyway... yeah. You'll never guess what I picked up Black Friday shopping...

Gratitude in Pictures

Thanksgiving is tomorrow. It's one of my favorite holidays for a lot of reasons. Mostly because the world in general seems to fill with gratitude. This year I have more than enough. I have been very blessed. Life is incredible. So, I thought I'd share a few of the things I'm thankful for. In pictures. What are you most thankful for today? What simple things are you thankful for? What could you be more thankful for? Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing

Pillsbury Dough Blogger

Little Noah Hubbard, went to the cupboard, to get his poor self some crackers. But when he got there, the cupboards were bare, and he said, "let's go buy somethin' and make it." Poor Noah, he's...

Making my kid believe it was HIS idea…

Ever since I got divorced, Noah has had a real hard time dealing with loss. It didn't matter what "it" was, losing anything almost always seems to leave him having a meltdown. A few months ago, our birds needed to go. I wasn't giving them much attention at all. Their squawks and squeaks were showing up in the background of the radio and internet interviews I was doing, and they were super messy. On top of that, I knew we'd likely be moving to a place that didn't allow birds. So, I set out to find them a new home that would love them the way I hadn't in far too long. Before placing the ad, I made the mistake of simply telling Noah that I needed to sell the birds. Instant. Child. Disintigration.

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...

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...

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

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,...


How do people do it? Time is starting to run out for Noah and me to find a new place to live. The short sale on our house is going through and it looks like we'll have to be out before the end of November. This whole thing happened much sooner than I anticipated, and it's been a real wake-up call to the vicious reality that so many renters have to go through. Being that I've owned my own home since I was 22 years old, this whole process is more or less new for me. As it turns out, finding a decent place with recently destroyed credit (thanks, housing market!) makes the process tough. As Noah and I have begun looking for new places, we've had one real requirement. Find a place where Buddha can come with us. Who knows. If that weren't a requirement of ours, finding a new home to live in might be easy. As I go through all the...

Paintin’ Butts on Pumpkins

Last week, Noah and I went to the grocery store looking for pumpkins to carve. Five days before Halloween and they were completely sold out. Now, I don't want to rat this store out for destroying every chance we had at being happy, but I will. It was Walmart. So, we headed five miles down the road to the next closest store where they had giant bins full of pumpkins. The pumpkins were absolutely gorgeous. Symmetrical and sexy. Exactly what every professional pumpkin carver wants. I pulled Noah out of the cart and told him to pick any pumpkin he wanted. You'd have thought I was letting him choose his future wife or something. He studied each pumpkin for flaws, broken handles, and scuff marks. Whenever he found one he liked, he would insist that I show him the other side so that he could make sure it also was perfect. We must have walked around that stand (which was freezing, I...

Popular right now:

The Farmer’s Daughter & the Age that Divides Us

The Farmer's Daughter and I got to thinking about our age difference. And then our thinking got weirder, and weirder, with more photos, and more facts, and more weirdness...

Wardrobe malfunction

Dan's Suggested Reads:

It Just Doesn’t Clique

How. How do I finally get into that dang clique? Oh, wait... Is it possible that what we all think are cliques are something else altogether?

A Big Fat Day of THAT

All-Time Top SDL Posts