The cool thing about being a dad, I was telling Camdyn while putting on my shoes, is that we can wear anything we want.
She gave me that look again, the one you’d see from someone on a practical jokes show. 681 more words
Last time I was here, in gratitude land, I posted the blog on dial-up.
Okay, so maybe that’s a stretch. I’m grateful as hell, but just haven’t had the time to be grateful as hell. 794 more words
There’s some serious reconstruction happening, friends. It started right around the time I left for Detroit and it’s happening now. It hits me when I step back into this blog and realize it’ll be more than a month since my last post. 884 more words
I love to walk.
If it’s within a mile or so, I’m so hoofing it. Unless I’m pressed for time. Or it’s all highway with no sidewalks. 683 more words
I’m in a spot with not enough time to finish this, but also not so little time I can’t start.
And that’s sort of been the calling card in my life lately. 668 more words
I’ve been doing these surveys online.
You can earn money on them. I’ve probably gathered $10 toward my stupendous PayPal balance by revealing my spending habits, taking quizzes about commercials that air during Live PD, and disclosing just how… 909 more words
Even when you ain’t writing, you’re writing.
Kinda like the Rockies’ bats lately, my words have ground to a crawl. When this happens, you churn on. 914 more words