And I Think To Myself… What a Wonderful World
Sometimes, images inspire emotions and gratitude that can’t really be put to words. Seeing these pictures taken from the International Space Station, well, I think they pretty much speak for themselves without me getting in the way.
Thanks, Daily Mail.
Can I Get A Hallelujah?
Fall is putting up a valiant fight, but is quickly getting a beat down by an oncoming winter. I know this because winter’s legion of viral minions are wreaking havoc on immune systems and toilet bowls across the land. I’m at Defcon 1 (IE- “Cocked Pistol”) and have, in addition to the protein shakes I …
Quotables: Little Dude and the Worstest Days Ever
Another installment of the ongoing adventures in the lexicon wonderland of Little Dude Vinton. NOTE: Quotables has been MIA since May. In the months since, Little Dude has grown a beard, moved out and now owns his own Social Media upstart somewhere in the Pacific Northwest.
Little Dude …
Panning for Optimism
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 …
The Pub in the Fridge
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 …
Thwarted
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 …
This Is Lady-Friend
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 …
Mud Bath
Mud is rad. You know, when you’re not trying to work in it. Or tracking it through your house. Or scraping it off your shoes. Or losing your car keys/loved ones in it. Ok, so mud is mediocre at best.
Still, for a couple five year olds with the green light to build a sloppy mud …
Facelifted
So yeah. Vintonville has undergone a major overhaul– the website equivalent of a facelift, nose job and new boobies. I’m not sure about that, booby analogy– but you get my drift.
I hope.
In the mean time, this sucker’s still a work in progress, so things may change a bit (backgrounds, logo, a few extra boxes here …
Jumper
So Little Dude’s made hijacking the Flip Camcorder a regular occurrence- which is fine, because it’s pretty fun to discover them and get inside that kid’s head. Usually, his digital shanghais are nausea-inducing camera shakes and “Woo-woo-wooooooing”, but this time, when it comes to filming a stunt off the recliner, things are very deliberate.
For a …
