With almost six months of boob under her belt, we’re introducing Little Sis to “real food”. Somewhere in the infant development rule book, that means starting off with some kind of rice cereal.
At first glance, the stuff looks innocent enough; like an infantalized version of Malt-O-Meal– that hearty breakfast staple of old men everywhere. …
Little Dude’s getting into the whole drawing thing. I like to think he’s a chip off the old block, but then I look around and remind myself that christening scribblers as “Mini-Picassos” is a universal point of parental braggery. Let’s face it– most little kids like to draw and there’s a whole refrigerator/magnet industry to …
Another installment of the ongoing adventures in the lexicon wonderland of Little Dude Vinton.
One of Little Dude’s favorite shirts is a bright orange tee with big numbers and a football player. To promote the whole “It’s fun to like sports” thing, we sat down to watch some football and grunt and “wow” at all …
With so many other vices to indulge in Vegas, one of the last things I’d expect to come home feeling guilty about would be doing the “conductor’s pump”, yelling “Woo- Wooooo!” and summarily stuffing 24 oz. of ground beef, bun, cheese and sauce down my fat pie hole. But I did, all thanks to …
Way back when, medieval Christianity put some serious hurt on Islamic/Western relations for, oh like… the next 800+ years. Taking a page from the Our-Way-Or-The-Highway Guide on How to Successfully Punch Community Good Will in the Face, modern day geriatric crusaders have successfully done the same in our creek-hugging neighborhood. BUT, since nobody likes a …
So I’m in Vegas. Vegas! Land of the buffet, the place retirement accounts go to die and current home to naked Carmen Electra shenanigans. Carmen Electra- you know: Baywatch chick, Dave Navarro/Dennis Rodman wife and professional clothes taker-offer.
Right now, this very MINUTE, I’m supposed to be downstairs at a meet and greet with Ms. Electra …
A few months back, the Vintonville crew chalked out a weekend, stuffed the Sorento and logged 117 miles under rubber on our way to hit up a favorite getaway locale for both Lady-Friend’s birthday and some summer relaxation… summer relaxation… summer relaxation… summer relaxation…summ–
Sorry.
So yeah, there we were, basking in the ample bosom …
Little Sis is five months old. That’s almost half -a-year in regular person speak. She’s practically dating. Strangely, she hasn’t taken to speaking in full sentences or walking yet, so we’ll keep working on that. In the mean time, two out of two dudes in Vintonville think she’s pretty rad.
Mine looks posed. I …
When talk turns to danger, the obvious go-to examples might be curling or straightening your hair in the bathtub, hand-feeding sharks off the coast of Africa or running a bi-weekly scissor relay race. But not here. No, when talk turns to danger at Vintonville, there’s only one obvious choice: public porcelain. And by public porceline, …
So right about the time sub-60′s were kicking summer in the pants, a cold was kicking me in the respiratory system and our evil, myopic and self-centered neighbors to the South were closing off access to our homes in the most amazing display of groupthink fanaticism I’ve ever witnessed, October hit.
October’s a conundrum. On the …
