I just saw that at some point the Missus DVR’d Heathers. I hit play and am now listening to Prong, Sepultura and watching Heathers on mute. My daughter is asking me to put on The Little Mermaid. I’m so conflicted.
I don’t like asking for money. I’ve been given great opportunities in my life and have been able to maintain steady employment since I was 12 years old. As such I’ve been on my own supporting myself and my family since I was 18. I’ve had some pretty lean times, like the summer in which I lived off of rice, Top Ramen and fish that I caught from the canal on the west side of the valley. I’ve...
I think I will spend the rest of my day listening to Sepultura and Prong.
Please file under ‘Words that don’t apply to me today’, Thanks.
Sometimes I kill my family.
Some years ago, shortly after the arrival of my daughter, my wife would spend a lot of time traveling from Fresno to Dana Point. On occasion she would call me as she drove and be in tears. “I killed you,” she would say in between sobs. “You have to be careful, okay? Don’t die.” Yesterday I was in Mariposa training one of my drivers and I killed my wife and...
I don’t trust raisins.– Me—because I don’t. They do taste good.
And now it's in print.: How are we funding this? →
A lot of people have been asking how we’re funding “And now it’s in print”. The answer is that we’re mostly self-funding it at this stage. We’ve also received some support from a range of other people who get what we’re trying to do and are happy to help make it happen. We’re also reaching out to…
The Missus and I managed to get away for a weekend without our children. I think this is the longest we have been without children since 3 was born. There is a little guilt because it’s only now that we’re on our way home that I’ve even really thought about my children. Bottom line is that it’s way to early to be headed home. It was a great weekend and gave the Missus...
There is an art to smacking a dog. You’ve got to hit hard enough so she...– My Father in law. May class never die.
Driving around San Juan Capistrano…Hey look! A mission.
I’m currently driving around Norwalk. Not sure why…
I received a phone call yesterday from my wife. “I need you to come home now,” she said. “Is everything okay?” I inquired. “Yes, I need you to come home and take my clothes off.” I set the phone down and do a cartwheel in my office with the thought of a nooner. “Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.” “Great, I worked out way to hard and now...
Ladies! You too can now participate in a pissing... →
The She Wee has my vote for Contraption Name Most Likely to Appear as a spoof product in an Episode of Family Guy.
Hiking Makes Me Happy →
Creature comfort: the British 'safari jet' that... →
I really should be drinking more water. I think my body is craving it. Does anyone have a Coors Light?
Watching and listening to my boy (1.5 years) giggle and guffaw at a hiccuping bear.
If you can’t be with the one you love, love yourself.
haikubuena para nada: I Love Haiku - reblog with... →
pigtailsandcombatboots: … I have a boner For Ron Swanson’s big mustache I need therapy. The love of my life I’ll never forget that night Miss you Betty White Hannibal, Murdock, Face, and B A Baracus. Fuck Yeah, A-Team. Bitch. I need to go out. I can’t stop scrolling Tumblr. Doomed as… The warm spring weather, makes laboring terrible, now eat a Twinkie.
If you are interested in tracking my motivation levels look no further than my email in-box. When I’m firing on all cylinders in that kick-ass take names kind of way you will see my inbox at 0. When you’re lucky to have me stringing together coherent thoughts you will find my inbox overflowing. I’ll read and respond and take action when it’s warranted but for some...
The following is an outline of the trip I’ll be taking this summer. Most of the trail description comes from here. I have one spot remaining on my tour permit. If you’re interested in joining up for this journey email me. (I have never lost anyone in the back country). Farewell Gap Trail to Mount Whitney Thursday August 19, 2010, 7.2 miles, 2787/-887 Depart...
gabbytron: azspot: The hero of the Times Square bomb attempt was an immigrant. A Muslim. Senegalese newcomer Aliou Niasse was the first to notice the smoldering car and draw attention to it. He had no time left on his cell phone and realized his English probably wasn’t up to the task, so he got a passerby to call 911. In Arizona the cops would have hauled him off to jail while the car...
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So I think I may have crossed over into old.
Last night I did something I never do and watched American Idol with the Missus. Usually she records it and watches it while I’m at work. She told me Harry Connick Jr. was on which made me a little happy. I’m a fan and have seen him several times. He’s very entertaining. So, to get back to my point, we’re lying in bed watching American Idol and they announce Lady Gaga....
Beaver, why not? →
I’m sitting in South Lake Tahoe on my Vacation in a hotel that is not my hotel so that I can discuss a Labor case that’s pending. Gotta love working when you’re not supposed to be working. Then again this is better than trying to do this over the phone. I hate doing business on th phone.
My hair is a source of contention. It’s history has at time been tragic and others a wonderful journey of self discovery. I am not at risk of going bald. My hair is thick and dark. When I was a child it was straight and blonde. With age it began to wave and became a dark brown. The 90’s hit, I was in a band, I tried to grow my hair long much to the consternation of my parents. I...
I will say this for Wes, though- one awesome thing he’s done is bring back...– Shit Randy Hates
A love affair with decay.
My girl showed up 2007 her hair was an Auburn Red color and has since faded to a strawberry blonde although the strawberry is a little more pronounced than the blonde. My boy arrived October of 2008 and his hair was a classic ginger though the nurses said that he was Copper-Gold. We are stopped constantly when we’re out with people commenting on the boy’s red hair. The conversations...