February 2010
The Reality
trinilikesalt:
What? Both spawn napping at the same time? Wife! Where are you, woman? We got ‘bout 10 minutes, 15 tops!
There is so much truth in this it is frightening.
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The Atomic Flinch
The Atomic Flinch first occurred in the late 90’s. There was a young boy-man named Marty who enjoyed greeting everyone he met with a hug. His hugs for the ‘ladies’ typically lasted longer and were more ‘intimate’. For most of the ladies Marty hugged they would tolerate his presence while looking frantically around their general vicinity in hopes that an officer of...
dear Erin & Ross: i really love you guys.
erinmargrethe:
atsirhc:
and i’ve seen people say before that they’d be nervous to meet you both.
NOT ME.
BE AFRAID. BE VERY AFRAID.
Not all it’s cracked up to be. You’ll know where you stand based on whether or not Erin commits the Atomic Flinch based on your approach.
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Cock Fighting
Wife: I wish those dogs would quit barking.
Me: Yeah, I think they've been going for two hours! I'm about to go down and silence them...permanently.
Wife: Kill that rooster while your at it.
Me: The one across the street? Yeah I've been thinking about setting up a sniper tower and blowing it's head off when it starts crowing at 4:30 in the morning.
Wife: Thats a little more graphically violent than I was thinking.
Me: Well what did you have in mind? Did you just want me to choke the chicken?
awkward silence
Wife: What the hell is wrong with you? Seriously,
Me: I thought that was very funny.
Floodgates
I’m supposed to be working now but I stopped to take a few minutes to follow up on a WOL prompt to write about something I do in my bedroom. I working through my third draft of that prompt and it’s releasing a floodgate of memories (both good and bad) that is making me a little nostalgic and sad.
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Weathering the Storm
Thus far the tumblr52 posts have come pretty easily to me. This one however has been a bit more of struggle. I’ve read many of the other submissions and have identified with many of them. I weathered a helluva storm yesterday.
Professionally I’m a frantic disaster. I running a sparse operation one person short and while to some degree it has been enjoyable to see how much I am...
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The head of a pin
Girl: Where are we?
Me: In your room
Girl: Where's my room
Me: In our house
Girl: Where's our house
Me: In Winton
Girl: Where's Winton
Me: In California
Girl: Where's Califor...
Me: In the United States, in North America, On Earth, in the Solar System, In a Galaxy in the UNIVERSE!
....
Girl: Whats a Universe?
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I know people whose idea of fun is throwing stones... →
indefensible:
Oh let me be as free as them, don’t let her pass this way again.
A link to Billy Bragg playing The Warmest Room.
ARB because last weekend when taking my 3 year old on a walk in the Great Valley Grasslands park I was concerned with covering distance and seeing what I could see and my daughter wanted to find big sticks and throw rocks off the levee. I had more fun doing what she...
January 2010
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You little shit.
My boy was born in October of 2008. In June 2008 my paternal Grandfather passed away. I was disappointed that the two of them never met. As my boy has grown I’ve found myself looking at him and seeing my Grandfather.
Recently my son, in making noise has started muttering ‘shit, shit, shit, shit, shit’. There is no emphasis on the word and I am entirely positive he is not...
Commuting
dulltrev:
They sat across the table from me on the train, side by side. He was by the aisle, she by the window. Both were dressed smartly, and I imagined they were returning home from a day in the office. I’d seen both of them before, recognising them in that dim way commuters do - you’d never miss them if they weren’t there, but they are familiar enough to stand out in the crowd.
He fiddled...
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Revenge
My friends and I used to go to parties in high school that more often or not we were not 100% welcome. We would always initially begin to try to have a good time and fit in with the people who’s interests we didn’t share and who’s contempt for us was palpable.
After spending an hour or two feeling uncomfortable, one of us would go outside, the other would go to the kitchen and,...
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