Sure, I suppose I could call it Halloween but then in 6 months when I post to Vintonville again this post is going to be very, very dated. I guess with pumpkins you’re kinda screwed either way.
So here it is, the official Vintonville family ala pumpkin. Heyo!
It’s a rare occasion when Lady-Friend–or anyone these days… drip, drip– posts to Vintonville. Like, Yeti-in-the-wild rare… which makes this latest entry a double-shot, extra caffeine-hold-the-coffee dose of excitement:
On every technical level these are all wrong… but I LOVE them. Maybe it’s the secret rebellion in me that loves technically wrong pics or that they …
OK, this may come off like it’s a little bit of gushing and that’s because, well, it kind of is considering I’m a Dad and there’s this unwritten bond between Dad and daughter and gun that I’m seeing congeal more and more as the days go on. Lady-Friend snapped these pics of Sis just hanging …
The previous post gave away the huge-mongous spoiler we went to Moab, so now that the cat’s out of the bag, here comes the photographic deluge. I don’t know that it was ever a real secret but when you operate all clandestinely because of fame and notoriety, you need some time to gather your thoughts …
“There is a sick high in pushing your body beyond what you “think” you can!!!”
— Lady-Friend, 2011
So you know my [insert gushing/fawning adjective here] Lady-Friend likes to run. Not a “Hey, I enjoy a leisurely jog around the block” kind of run– I’m talking “Wow, this shearing pain up my leg feels terrible but …
Unfortunately for our kids, Vintonville is kind of slim on the sweet treats and desserts. And while that’s good for Mama and Papa’s physique, it’s not good for the sweet tooth. Still, Lady-Friend and I usually whip up a few treats for the kids and enjoy a protein shake/bars for our “treat”. When …
A few months back, I had a general feeling the world had woken up, wet the bed and ate a bowl of manure to top it all off.
Negativity was the new hotness. Being right trumped being reasonable, emotional entitlement trumped patience, easily offended replaced equanimity and mean-spirited reprisal was regularly karate-chopping friendly humor in the …
Lots and lots of months ago I heard about some magical, beer-sauce based lawn concoction. Apparently, you brew it up, pour it on the “dry yellow” spots and watch as your front yard welcome mat grows into a lush grass carpet of barefoot welcoming bliss. I never did try the recipe because, well, watering helps …
Sometimes Lady-Friend doesn’t get a chance to luxuriate in the shower. That or even take one.
But I’m not judging. When I come home at the end of the day and Lady-Friend tells me she’s sorry she’s a “grease ball”, I’m cool with that as long as I get a high five and a “Man, you’re …
Sunday evening, we took this pic for Lady-Friend’s RPM/Boot Camp trainer positions at Gold’s Gym. I likie, so I’m posting it all while I continue dunking my head into an ice-cube filled toilet/poking myself with hot needles every morning in amazement that middling levels of charm, an ’88 model car, and a hairy back won …
