Like an old western television serial, we pushed open the doors to the burger joint. It was lunch for the taking.
The clock was about to chime high noon. The countdown was upon us to feed small people and get them to nap before meltdown. Every man (or mom) for himself. Continue reading
Spring has arrived. Corporate conferences abound. And work travel is in the air (pun totally intended).
Baseball games have good people watching. Vegas has better. But the airport? That one can’t be beat.
What characters have you seen that need to be added? Continue reading
“Don’t you wish you could…” is not a concept present in the mind of a child.
It is truly amazing to watch little ones discover the world – unencumbered and uninhibited by impossibilities. They don’t wish they could. They just do. For better or worse. Continue reading
My militaristic-type friends (by which I mean veterans of our armed forces) have shared that the tactics needed for escape and evasion are known as “SURVIVAL.” And it appears my future paratroopers were born with Man vs. Wild style instincts inherently embedded in their tiny fighting spirits.
At their present age, such methods are generally invoked against bathtime (apparently germs are to two-year-olds as long luxurious hair was to Solomon’s power) or bedtime (because no toddler has ever admitted to being tired in the history of evolution – the first rule of toddler sleepy time; NEVER MENTION BEING SLEEPY). Continue reading
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“How to Train Your Dragon: Reinterpreted by Search and Destroy in a photojournalistic essay on this fine sunny Sunday – as MLB Spring Training ’13 and the World Baseball Classic play in the background. Continue reading
So I hear the Northeast is experiencing a bit of a snow flurry. Nevertheless, the boys and I got bundled up for our morning adventure – gloves, scarves, and a Cheshire Cat hat for me – it was 34 degrees and cold.
While out and about we encountered a fellow parent. The expected mundane chatter about weather ensued. The frozen tundra blanketing the other side of the country came up.
“I guess they’re Finding Nemo,” I chortled. (I know, I’m sure there are PLENTY of terrible puns going around. But that’s what happens when the media nicknames a storm “Nemo.”) Continue reading
Last week I had to make a return trip to the psychiatrist. Every now and then the docs like to re-evaluate my medication to keep me from going completely crazy. Since it was my first visit with this particular MD, I had to fill out the anxiety/depression questionnaire. Continue reading
Search and Destroy are fraternal twins. Once they go away to college, each will make his own individual decision on whether or not to join a fraternity – a group of persons associated by, or as if by, ties of brotherhood. Just in case, they’ve begun practicing for their pledge class. Continue reading
Search and Destroy are talking up a storm. Pretty much every other comment is bloggable. I have a feeling this will be a recurring series here – a toddling stream of conscious if you will.
Two and half years old. As they discover the world.
So let’s kick things off with a November holiday sampling. We were home to visit with my parents, who have equally awesome contributions. Continue reading
Friday afternoon I sat across from my punk ass colleague dear friend who had been with me on my prior…um… encounter with HOMELAND SECURITY. He decided it was necessary to regale everyone else who happened to be sitting in the company conference corraller with my story. (But who am I to judge – I AM posting these delightful anecdotes for the world to see.)
“Don’t forget socks,” he concluded smugly. Continue reading
