When my son was a preemie, we were told RSV IS THE DEVIL.
I was a paranoid, germ-a-phobe literally walking around making people Purrell before they could LOOK at the baby. If I had face masks, I would’ve made you wear them.
No, I’m serious.
Now I’m much more relaxed with germs. “Bah! It’s the floor! Whatever, just wipe off the gummy bear and eat it anyway.”
My kids go to public schooling institutions. There’s not a lot I can do to prevent illness anymore. I’m over the whole “baby... Read more
I recently posted a photo. The title was, “Such a thin, small window separates us. Literally and Figuratively.” I watched the homeless man wander on the sidewalk as I sipped a latte. I looked for him later to give him a few dollars but he had already left by the time I stepped out to find him.
It is in this spirit that several amazing people have entered our lives recently.
It’s been a rough year. It’s been a tough month. It’s been a really hard few weeks.
We’ve been discussing our life a lot lately. We both feel that the culmination of events of the past... Read more
I get asked to do a lot of giveaways. Why don’t I? A lot of the time it’s crap. People, I have no shortage of crap. If you live anything like I do, I’m thinking you don’t either.
So this particular giveaway is hand picked by me, from my heart, to you.
Yesterday I had the joy of launching an exciting new venture at work. With an amazing designer working after hours in Ireland while I tossed in code, we pulled together a freaking BEAUTIFUL page (if I say so myself) to promote our participation in the Fusion Ads Bundle.
Right before Thanksgiving, a feast of turkey and more
Our daughter danced in socked feet, slipped to the hardwood floor
Busting open up her chin, seven stitches she bravely took
After all the kids were settled, we promptly went to Redhook
Another day of working from home, a fire I could not attain We were at the dinner table the other night, when the conversation turned surreal: “No, look, Elmo and Zoey would never get along as a married couple. Zoey is way out of Elmo’s league.” “You think? I dunno, Elmo is pretty famous. Maybe she’d marry him for the money.” “Do you think people without kids even know who Elmo and Zoey are? And why do we know this shit so well?” “You think if you asked someone without kids which Wiggle they thought was the hottest, they’d think we were on something?” “We should be on something. Clearly it’s the blue one.” “Oh, yea, I can see that. The women all want the blue wiggle. But I’m pretty sure the red one is...
My daughter came home with her usual bouncy, free spirited, attitude. She usually rolls through the door like an electrically charged ball, so when she flopped through the door with the daily spastic energy I’m used to, I didn’t think to ask if anything could be wrong. It’s been a few weeks of this now, assuming things are going well, listening to her stories of school, until last week the little girl that usually sits by her on the bus chose to sit six seats back from my daughter. I asked her about it later that day, “Why didn’t Liv sit with you?” “Oh, she and Rose don’t like me anymore. I don’t know why. They just don’t talk to me now.” Apparently this had been going on for a little while....
Look, before I say anything, let me just tell you that I’m a pretty safe person. Aside from sky diving and climbing mountains here or there or biking down ski paths, I’m pretty safe, really. I always get tied in when I rock climb. So it’s no surprise that when I walk in after grabbing my daughter from the bus and the living room is suddenly filled with smoke when for the last four hours it was not, I freaked my shit out and called 911. And hey! Firemen! They took my info: I was home all day (working). I tried to start a fire at 9AM but I suck at it so I put it out. At 3PM I took a shower (let’s discuss how I didn’t have a chance to shower until now. No? Now’s not the time?) and walked out of the house to get my daughter. After...
I’m nearing the end of a freelance project. It’s been an exciting process as my skills develop and I build better and more robust, well planned code. Each site is a little better than the last. But each project comes with a theme song and I hear this one building in my mind as I near the climatic finish. Bird by Bird, I remind myself. Just take it Bird by Bird. I recite the title from one of my all time favorite writing books, “Bird by BirdRead more
Wow, y’all. Was that a week or what? The week started out as usual. Monday morning came with the furry of gathering children to breakfast, rushing them to dress and hurrying out the door. The snow started just hours later and by noon, [all of Seattle] I was in a mass panic to get to Sea-Tac in a...
Nobody wants to hear you wax morose about the things in your life you’d change. It’s not a very good blog post. It’s a much better bartender story. Bartenders are trained in that sort of thing: Indecision, Regret, Wondering. The Internet as a whole, not so much. But, oh hell, you’re getting it anyway. I’m so busy being a “jack of all trades” that I haven’t narrowed down my one passion. I’m so.. passionate… that I haven’t figured out where to concentrate that passion on. I’m actually, literally, A-D-D with my passion. This is ultimately what’s wrong with telling our children they can have the world. THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER! Which, side-note, gross, right? Why not my...
Smoke suddenly filled the house, we waited in the rain
Two fire trucks and four firemen
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We were at the dinner table the other night, when the conversation turned surreal:
“You think? I dunno, Elmo is pretty famous. Maybe she’d marry him for the money.”
“We should be on something. Clearly it’s the blue one.”
Apparently this had been going on for a little while.... Read more
And hey! Firemen!
Bird by Bird, I remind myself. Just take it Bird by Bird.
I recite the title from one of my all time favorite writing books, “Bird by BirdRead more
Wow, y’all. Was that a week or what?
The Internet as a whole, not so much.
But, oh hell, you’re getting it anyway.
I’m actually, literally, A-D-D with my passion.