Month: December 2011
Mix and mingle
Me: “Hey Micah, do you know what D.O.B. stands for? Hint: it’s something they ask you for at the doctor’s office.” Micah (8): “Oh! Di-O-Betes.” – – – – – – – – Mom: “Mix up your soup.” Tyler (6): “Yeah – mix and mingle in a jinglin’ beat.” – – – – – –…
Second place
Today is my last day at Emma. My sweetie friend Miles – the one who played guitar for my original LÄRABAR song, the one who gave me my most favorite nickname of all time (“Persnicket”), the one who makes work so much more fun – made me this. That? Is awesome. And hilarious. Thanks for…
The time I said “EXPLODE” to homeland security
So there I was at the Denver airport, heaving my bulging black suitcase onto the conveyor belt for the x-ray machine. This was just my carry-on – my REAL bag (a behemoth red Samsonite) had already been found 6 lbs. overweight at the ticket counter, leading me to put on my boots and jacket, stuff…
Having already cleaned up barf today
Toad has no remorse. She does bad things and doesn’t know they’re bad. She just keeps wagging her tail and dog-smiling, and it’s impossible to be mad at her. She has never known shame. Ugh, I love this damn dog.
Catch-up confessions
Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned. It’s been 7 days since my last blog post. But maybe you’ll have mercy if I tell you that plenty of life has been going down around these parts. For starters, my friend Carl (SHOUT OUT) came to Colorado to visit, and stayed at the Hooker House for…
New plates
It’s Monday, December 5th, and I have now been without a car for 20 days. On a few occasions, I’ve had a friend or two go out of town and bequeath me their vehicle in their absence, so don’t worry: I’m not starving, I’ve made it to the gym here and there, and my December…