Guys.
The COOLEST thing happened yesterday.
Papa Has Got New Bones?
Wee One (WO) has been talking about Jesus and God more, and it’s putting a lump in my throat. It’s a good thing, in my mind, because I wanted to teach her about them, and she’s learning.
When she and I hear emergency sirens, I always comment, “Ooh. Someone’s having a bad day. We should say a prayer for them” (Thanks, parochial school.)
The other day, she heard a siren and commented that someone was having a bad day. I agreed, and she said, “Mommy, tell God.” (LOL)
Lucky Woman
It’s here! It’s here! It’s finally here!
After 22 years it’s finally here!
Fourth Summer Reflections
This is the end of my fourth summer with Wee One. She’s growing up. Just like everyone promised, it happened too fast and did not come soon enough.
Let’s Go Get A Candy Bar In This Town
My Muay Thai coach called me “fearless” today. No one has ever called me that before.
Hey Everyone
I just realized how long it has been since I’ve last posted! Jeesh!
All is well.
Throwback Thursday – Drinking Around the World.
No, not the real world, the Disney World. Specifically, EPCOT.
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Livin’ Life
I think I’ve told you guys about the period of time I was a door canvasser with a political action group. I’d spend five hours a day knocking on doors, and follow it with a couple of hours of drinking. Crash somewhere, maybe home. Repeat. It was a lot of fun for awhile.
- Playing drums in a rooftop jam session. The guy bending over, Andy, ODed a few years later. Livin’ life.
During this time, spending every day with hippies and slackers, when people asked how we were we would say noncommittally, “Oh, ya know. Livin’ life.” Which meant we weren’t doing shit.
One Night’s Bedtime Routine
A memory I wish to save about putting Wee One to bed on night.
A Stripe On My Belt
I initially wrote this in January, and just not get around to publishing it. Sorry.
On December 22, I got the first stripe on my white belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.
I mentioned it once, and I’ve been training all this time. I had to step away a certain points, like when I had my gallbladder out, but I’m still in it. I can’t say if I love it like some people opine so vehemently. I like it enough to stick around. I like the challenge. I like working on something that will challenge me for years. Like a puzzle I can do for the rest of my life.
