All posts published on September, 2010

Lordy, Lordy, look who’s 40, erm, 1.

Lordy, Lordy, look who’s 40, erm, 1.

My birthday. Was. Awesome. First, I participated and promptly got my butt handed to me in Fight Gone Bad 5. Sucked huge air, “scored” less than I did the first time, but did push and pull and throw more ...

We found it.

We found it.

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na… Ewan and I went on a scouting mission this week and I used him as a placeholder. He wasn’t really stoked about it, but we did sneak into a salvage yard to have a look around. He has ...

The way of the flip flop.

The way of the flip flop.

I’ve been thinking a lot about happiness and joy lately. Is it weird to say that I’m serious about my happiness? About the happiness of my family? About teaching these boys to live life in big, happy gulps sprinkled ...

Strange brew.

Strange brew.

Who cares how time advances? I’m drinking ale today.     Know who said that? Edgar Alan Poe. It sounds much more poetic this way. Originally, this post would have been titled something like, “White Trash Sunday” or “What ...

Mom.

Mom.

Today is her birthday. Today is glorious. Today is THE day to celebrate all that my Mom is. For she is everything. She was a secretarial pioneer, back in the day of display writers and electric memory typewriters. She ...

An American Town.

An American Town.

I’ve said this before, yes, but tonight it wells up inside and spills out. I love where we live. This is the place of my dreams. A small town, but full of ex-urban people. In the suburbs, but not ...

Asssspen.

Asssspen.

Aspen, Colorado. Beautiful. Kinda not easy to get there. Independence Pass scared the crap out of me in a “Are those the CLIFFTH OF INTHANITY??” way. We learned that this might not be a family place. When did they ...

In awe.

In awe.

Understanding that there have been a few posts over the past few weeks strictly CrossFit based, I just wanted to share a bit more. I’ve never seen people put their everything into what they’re doing like this. As I ...

Fran.

Fran.

The name “Fran” can mean different things to different folks. Your Aunt Fran. Grandma Fran. Distant Cousin Fran. Regardless, she just sounds gloriously like someone who would either pinch your cheeks or make yummy cookies. But not this Fran. ...

The setting sun.

The setting sun.

A few nights ago, the boys and I were coloring at the patio table after dinner and I saw it. The perfect light. I’d been waiting for about a month for the afternoon storms to leave us with early ...

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