Vintonville - The life and times of a guy, his Lady-Friend, a Little Dude and a Little Sis.

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In my heart of hearts, happiness would be fueling the body with a diet of delicious, life-shortening crap. McGriddles for breakfast, corn dogs for brunch, Hamburgers for lunch, Pizza for dinner and ice cream/cookies for dessert.
Every day.
For the rest of my life. Which would, after the first year, probably be a short one.
In the mean …

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I know I’ve already pontificated once today, but I couldn’t NOT post this.
If you read Where The Wild Things Are as a kid, you’ll understand why I say it’s a childhood touchstone – the kind that morphs into a generational pass-along. Whether it was the dark and charming Caldecott winning illustrations, the realization of childhood …

It’s not like I haven’t wanted to post the last few weeks, it’s more like I’ve been depressed, disillusioned and hunkering down for the seemingly inevitable apocalypse A, apocalypse B, apocalypse C, apocalypse D, apocalypse E, apocalypse F, apocalypse G or all of the above. You know– collecting ammunition, doing inventory on BOBs, storing food, …

The Frontier’s had a rough year.
FIRST it was the street brawl with our surprisingly steadfast mailbox.
THEN, just a few weeks ago, she suffered from a random gearlock issue that had me artistically conjugating cuss words like an aural Van Gogh.
THEN2, on Friday: Child-Aged Mischief.
Acting contrary to the Frontier Owner’s Guide “Do not allow uncontrolled tailgate …

It seems like everywhere I turn and everyone I talk to is depressed right now! What a bummer.
Could it be the fact that everyday we hear how the world is going down the poop chute? Or is it that everyone (OK not “everyone” but a lot) thought Obama could and would …

This post was all ready for an on-time departure the morning of day 4, but a crashing Photoshop Elements (nyah!) kicked that flight right in the underpants. The post is now a week old, but that makes it vintage. Cherish:
Yesterday was the day we visited the land that some guy going by “Disney” built. It’s …

Not a single picture was taken today. Not one.
We did, however, go down a waterslide, block the sun with some kind of special lotion, reintroduce Little Dude to putting his whole head underwater, buy clothes for Baby Sis and make a local Red Robin whip up a cherry chocolate shake.
Other notable events include hearing Pebbles’ …