Mouse loves school. Always has. Until two weeks ago when we saw a crack in her armor. And then there was that day she came home, and collapsed crying into her over-sized stuffed animal bear.
This week, I again boarded a plane with my dad to watch baseball. And again it was a White Sox road game. And again the Indians were involved. That has to be more than a coincidence.
“There’s a fine line between brave and stupid,” said someone, somewhere.
I’m not entirely certain on which side of said line we are standing at this moment in time.
It’s like the TP industry has been creatively constipated, and the brilliantly simple idea of Cottonelle Flushable Cleansing Wipes took forever to plop out.
There’s always a tipping point when something brilliant becomes something bad…or at least less brilliant. Imagination too. Ya wanna foster it, allow it to flourish, but you maybe don’t want your kid dressing like a fucking wizard when they are 22. Too much. Too much.
No one under the age of 28 probably knows his name, but there was a time not too long ago when Dennis Miller was hilarious. He was maybe one of the five funniest people on the planet, and he once said that “Nobody finds Jesus on Prom Night.”
Late last night, just before I retired for the evening, I was presented with the opportunity to write a story for The Good Men Project about what fuels my passions. The piece is sponsored by Nissan and their new Versa Note, but I don’t mention the car in the piece. […]
I knew that someday soon my oldest daughter would start to be presented with real life dangers in a constructive way to help her navigate through potential pitfalls and hazards on the way toward becoming a happy and productive adult. But I didn’t anticipate this.
