Last night I was able to watch The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. It’s long (almost 3 hours). It’s slowly paced. It’s wonderful.
While I broke tradition and didn’t bawl (curses to you, Awakenings, Field of Dreams and AI!!), The Curious Case of Benjamin Button brought me close. Close in the way of realizing how precious …
Well Hellllooooo! We made it over to the Lancaster’s today so I just thought I would post some newer pics of the cutest little baby around. He is just as happy as can be and enjoys keeping mom and dad up occasionally at night. As you can see he has put on …
OK, so the mailbox didn’t actually go down. In fact, it kind of won the battle. Here’s how it all unfolded:
It’s a normal evening. I’m just minding my own business, slowly cruising up to the front of the house where I usually stop–uneventfully– to grab the mail before pulling into the garage.
But not THIS day.
As …
Man, it’s cold. And not “throw-a-hoodie-on-and-go-to-a-football-game-cold”. I mean “blood-withdrawn-from- inconsequential-appendages-like-fingers-and-feet-for-pooling-in-essential-things-like-heart-and-lungs-cold”. I mean “Why-is-living-as-a-transient-hobo-in-Hawaii-such-a-bad- idea?” cold. It’s Jack London cold.
Now, if I was a snowman or a sled dog, it’d be fine. Fantastic, even!
But I’m not.
I’m a warm-blooded, summer-loving mammal born to wear flip flops, shorts and skin pigmentation belying a risk of melanoma.
Looking back, I’m …
If the eyes are windows to the soul, I’m beginning to see prayers as the peephole to Joshua’s little id…
The other night Mari-Catherine was out being crafty, which left me and Joshua bacheloring it for a few hours (IE- eating all the junk food and watching Kung Fu Panda/Wall-E). Despite all the bonding we’d …
Just a few years ago– after the blizzard of ’03– I realized shoveling snow was nothing but sweaty futility crappily disguised as manly, character building work. Solution? Buying the lazy-man’s best friend: a Snowblower (technically referred to as a “Snow Thrower”).
Of course, anyone who’s ever been in the market for a snow thrower knows it …
Preg⋅o [preg-oh]
–adjective
1. Savory, tomato based pasta sauce manufactured and distributed by Campbell’s Soup Company. “Spaghetti tastes like warm tapeworms unless I use Prego brand pasta sauce.”
2. Having a child or other offspring developing in the body; with child or young, as a woman or female mammal. “Mari-Catherine is currently 19 weeks prego.”
Origin:
1375–1425; late ME …
I know videos like these are a dime a dozen… military mom/dad come home as a surprise, cameras gather and push in for close-ups on teary kids/spouses… but call me a sucker– I don’t think that makes them any less heartwarming. I’m not sure why this particular one caused my jaded heart to turn all …
As Joshua gets older, one thing is becoming clear: Christmas has the potential to send us to the poor house. It’s not that Joshua’s demanding– I found one half of a busted .25 cent Rubik’s Cube and after handing it to him, became the coolest Dad ever. No, no. It’s not him.
It’s me.
See, when I …
Inevitably, we got a little snow yesterday. While I was not all over it (as my friend calls it, being a “crybaby”) and at the office earning some bread, Joshua totally was all over it. Being the great Mom she is, Mari-Catherine took him outside for a little winterland adventuring, where they joyously whipped up …
