Crazy Talk and Sometimes Socks
I'll totally forgive you if you figured I'd given up already, considering I went all weekend without a so much as a peep. I'm not going to lie, this business of 30 goals in 30 days is actually a bit harder than I'd originally thought, but keep your shorts on and we'll get to that … Continue reading Days 5, 6, and 7
Sorry, kids. I'm not sure what you were expecting, but in my life, "foxy" ain't what it used to be. This is handsome red creature on today's pair is Foxy, the third and last of the Five Nights at Freddy's character socks I've acquired over the course of the 2018. While Youngest son always seemed … Continue reading Foxy Friday
I know you're probably thinking that these are the same socks I wore on Tuesday when I posted this week's questionable haiku, but let me assure you they are not. They are somewhat similar, but considering I've worn pairs of the same pattern in different colors at points throughout the year, I'm quite comfortable with … Continue reading Similar And Proud
When I put these socks on this morning, I didn't know why. I mean, yeah, it's mostly foods this week, but why the peaches on Wednesday? It's not like Wednesday is particularly know for it's peachy-esqueness. Truth is, I don't even much like peaches that much. It probably shouldn't have surprised me then, that I … Continue reading Sometimes Things Turn Peachy
Exactly 370 days ago, I sat on my back patio and took a photo of some fledgling green peppers and posted it. A few days later I started a huge project at work and Life, well, life did what life does when you reach the dread Middle Ages and have somehow become a person of … Continue reading A Year And Five Days Later
A few nights ago, after brushing his little, seven year-old teeth while wearing a set of colorful, seven year-old’s pajamas, my youngest son bounced up to me to make an announcement. The bouncing wasn't a surprise, of course; when you’re seven, if your movement from place to place isn’t primarily bounce-driven, something needs a band-aid, … Continue reading The Slow, Torturous March to Parental Obsolescence, Part I
I wrote a post today on Middle Grade Minded about writing for middle graders, and, more specifically, why I do it. If you’re curious, go check it out. As part of that discussion, I made reference to the time I broke my arm in the fourth grade, just as school got out for the summer. … Continue reading The Story of How I Broke My Arm In 4th Grade
On occasion, if you're lucky, one a random Wednesday night, a seven year old who happens to live at the same address as you do might come up to you out of the blue and ask, "Dad, can we make oatmeal cookies like we used to last year?" And, sure, at first you hesitate … Continue reading A Night For Last Year’s Cookies
Mother Nature must have heard me when I vowed I wasn't going to spend all winter complaining about, well, winter. Because it sure seems like she's given some of us a bit of respite this season all the way around. Sure, we've had a cold spell or two, but for the most part we haven't … Continue reading Snowy Days And Shovels
Being Friday evening already, I have little doubt that most of you are busy readying yourselves for the inevitable carnival of debauchery that comes with the arrival of the weekend. Well, unless you're like me, in which case you're planning to sit in the comfy chair later tonight, play a few cutthroat rounds of Words … Continue reading A Post Of Many Posts
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