Posts tagged: life
She looks hot, sexy-hot, mowing the lawn.
Cars 2 cross-promotional materials showing up in newspapers, fliers, and diaper ads. Son is pumped. Here we go. Honestly I’m very excited for the day I will spend with my son. I’ll pump this up and we’ll just dive deep. He’s 3 1/2 yrs.
He’s obsessed with this new Grand Prix car. Who’s that papa? What’s his name? I’m guessing French cousin.
Seriously, my son won’t close the flier of the Grand Prix guy and leaves it on the foot rest thing.
Well done Disney marketing. I’ll just set aside a paycheck.
Reasoning with a 4yr old is 1/2 as difficult (or 2x more effective, for those of you reading this upside down) than reasoning with a 2yr old.
I guarantee that I did not know that 2yrs ago. Back then, I was so young, i was like a 4-yr old.
A (literal) lifetime I’ve wanted to see this. This was my first 12yr old gtr solo (note for note), learned the entire Wall front to back, D-G, some Am in there. My second favorite band ever.
And yes, Red is coming out tonight. Grab that yellow pick…
I should call Witter.
One of my top recommendations, ideal for food preparation sessions, Robert Plant and Allison Krause, Raising Sand. Can’t go wrong.
For you scuba divers and underwater fans, the Disney Ocean’s DVD has the BEST whale footage I’ve seen and one amazing Great White swim along at the end. And it’s on Netflix streaming too.
Just make sure you turn it off before the outro song begins.
He wasn’t only my father, he was one of my very best friends. He was my golf buddy. He was my sports guy, that I could just randomly call to talk sports shit and just shoot the shit. And so much more… And I miss him so damn much.
Working on my Sam Elliot for Spring. It was a big hit over Christmas.
“The Dude” “He may have been the laziest man in LA County, The Dude”
Cranking Vagabond (the song).
Dancing with kids.
Laughing dancing, papa turns it up.
Oliver gets up to piano, starts playing (softly).
I dance out of the room with Danyka, fatherly moments of envisioning her wedding day.
Oliver falls off the piano bench, tongue gashed.
Blood everywhere.
Death scream.
More blood.
Much crying.
Family is worked-up.
Things mellow.
Stick out tongue game, as papa roles on the ground (sneaking peek at under side of tongue).
Crying.
No emergency room.
Danyka makes tea (girls toy tea set).
Whimpering.
Little blood.
Mellow.
Bed time.
Papa fires up DC Blues quietly on head phones.
The ‘Boss Button’ is the greatest UX design element ever invented. I wilt in its UX shadow.

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My Canadian wife still calls my Social Security number my Social Insurance number.
There’s loads of fun BBQ conversation with that. Invite us over.