Putin and other neighbors
Most of my neighbors are so fucked up I can barely look them in the eye, but the Bear and the boy keep dragging me into conversations with them.
Fat Biker: A hill grows in Gilbert
In the flat land, a bike overpass is king. Gilbert Az just crowned it’s new “bridge” for bikes and people over the railroad tracks just west of “downtown.”
Masking the LJBTC
Sure the rooms were $350 a night, and we could only get a room up the stairs with a “street view,” and the restaurants were closed, and no barbecues on the beach, and there was no food or booze service on the beach. But it came with a “free mask.”
Ceiling Stroke
Did I tell you the Bear had a stroke?
Don’t worry it was long ago, and there are no obvious lasting effects other than (once in a while) she won’t shut up about it.
My Love is Bigger than a Subaru
There’s a list of advantages to only spending weekends with the spouse. Surprise visits is not one of them.
Forgotten Dad Lessons
We often forget the impact we have on others. Here’s a little reminder that came from The Boy (now age 29) through Facebook Messenger of what a shitty dad I am.
Headbutt
As a parent, there are a few moments when you don’t know whether to be pissed or to be proud.
Listen to this bullshit, and tell me which I should have been.
My final attempt at Christmas shopping
I’ve been in “husband” boot camp for 32 years. There’s no graduation in sight.
Susan B. Anthony got Spade
The fucking Savages started this trend of mini-dogs. The Boy followed and several months ago picked up a 13-pound rat that exhibits dog-like behavior.
Father’s Day Party
Last year, the Bear set up a big family dinner for Father’s Day. This year she hosted a giant fucking party for 60-100 people.
Fake Facebook Birthdays
I fought the Facebook, and the Facebook won.
Puff, Puff, Pass
It had been 25 years since I had smoked pot, when the Bear and I learned the new rules: Puff, Puff, Pass. We were visiting the Boy’s house
Douchebag Millennials
This generation of douchebag millennials is lazy, stupid and incompetent…
The Boy
I have a son. He has a name, but I usually just call him “The Boy.”
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