Not an iPad. This sweetness:
Look, I’m 35 going on 36 which inevitably means I’m on the losing side of the “not that old” argument and have some decisions to make. The most important –the one I’ve been going back and forth on– is whether or not to “age appropriate” my wardrobe.
I’m not even sure what …
I’ve just been to lazy to post anything about it. That and there’s too many pictures to sort through. Soon enough.
When the first day of spring greets you with a snowy kick to the privates, sometimes caution can eat it. And right now, caution is stuffing its face.
College funds, debt elimination, investing, saving, budget-based sanity: weak-willed excuses of the past.
We’re going to Hawaii. Soonish. And when the brain comes up with some …
I bet you suckers think twice before showing up for spring again.
Leftovers are what happens when when Monday is uninspiring.
Still, Little Dude’s 2008 B-boy moves looped to “Sandstorm”? Always inspiring. Then again, I’m his Papa.
Figures Luck would be a Lady considering my luck with ladies, on par with my luck with luck, was always crap. Not crap in the sense of odor-imposed celibacy; I never had a problem dating or meeting girls*, it’s just that dating and meeting girls inevitably ended with me as their springboard.
That’s kind of expected …
Tampons. Other than being the mule who suffers the man-slapping indignity of plunking down variety-pack boxes of purse bait on random grocery runs, I don’t know the first thing about them. Which probably explains my “you can’t buy your own?” attitude and why I’ve been subliminally duped with tampon commercials and their romantic, sterile display …
When did Saint Patrick’s Day become the new Easter?
What happened to a good ol’ St. Patrick’s Day of fear and anxiety- a day kids had to wear green or face bruises from some maple-syrup scented, pinch-happy, booger muncher named Rory? When did Ireland’s eco-terror celebration of serpentine holocaust morph from wake up, wear green, eat …
Complacency aside, life has two approaches:
A) Be a reactive, passive-aggressive, victim establishment jerk.
B) Be a proactive, “take-your-lemons-and-make-a-savory-pizza-without-lemons” not-jerk.
Inspired by real-life parental paranoia and this hard hitting expose at CNN.com:
Example A: The Jerk
Example B: The Not-Jerk
Not-Jerk wins.
Lady-Friend thinks I’m a big, fat sissy.
Not that she’s wrong, it’s just that when I feel under the weather– like this past weekend– I tend to become, well, less productive. So when I was feeling like Job, savoring a case of hives piggy-backed to an ongoing case of antibiotic-induced indigestion and crawling into …
