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humor

what the backyardigans can teach you about god

December 18, 2009

Christmas snuck up on me this year. It often does, and I know I’m not alone. The older I get, the faster time accelerates. I fully expect to wake up any day and find out it’s 2025. Which will be cool, because surely by then we’ll be able to teleport. But Christmas snuck up on [...]

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if they really knew me

December 7, 2009

This is my second entry in the Write-Of-Passage Writing Well Challenge. Check out the links at the bottom to see some of the other great writing being contributed. Gotta say, this week’s challenge is hard, yo! It’s FICTION! Ack! Here are the instructions: Find a person in public today and study their character. Make a [...]

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bam bam

November 24, 2009

We’ve never been really big on nicknames for our kids. I mean, we call our kids by pet names — Owen is often “O,” “Little Dude,” “Big Guy,” while Nicholas is “Baby,” “Little,” etc. But neither has really had an official nickname. Now one of them does. From this point forward, Nicholas shall officially be [...]

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dear badass dad

September 2, 2009

Dear Badass Dad, Hi! Remember me? It’s been a while so I just thought I’d make sure you hadn’t forgotten about me! LOL! Like you would! Ha! Luvs, Your Blog –––––––––––––––––– Dear Badass Dad, Hi, again. I don’t want to be a pest – LOL! – but since I didn’t hear back after my note [...]

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girls and their toys

August 1, 2009

As a father of boys, I consider myself lucky. When it comes to buying toys for my kids, I know if I get them something I think is cool, they’ll be totally happy. Spaceships, super heroes, dinosaurs, pirates — none of this is a stretch for me. But what about all the fathers of girls [...]

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dangers of re-entry

July 1, 2009

In high school I experimented with various mood-altering substances. There was alcohol, naturally, but also marijuana and one really lovely afternoon on hash trying to play it straight in front of our friend’s mom as she drove us home. To this day I don’t know if she knew how high we were, but I can’t [...]