There’s a time in life when we all dream big. When I was a child, I wanted to be an oceanographer or veterinarian. Astronaut was up there too. Even writer. But then something happens. We turn twelve and magic starts to disappear from the world. There is no Santa Claus. Mommy and Daddy work all day to keep a roof over our heads. They’re not particularly happy with their jobs. We start to understand that there’s a reality that exists…
I showed up to work ten minutes late and hung over from a Ted Nugent concert, clocked in, and was immediately called into the manager’s office at the Michaels in Humble, Texas. I was being let go. Not for being late and stinking of alcohol, but for making out with a cashier in the loading dock the day before. Being late and hung over just made it easier on the thirty-something-year-old store manager who himself wanted to make out with…
Our oldest daughter is ten and she’s been playing soccer for five years. We’ve tried turning her on to other sports, but she keeps coming back to soccer, so we support her in it. She’s played on a lot of teams over the years, from five-year-old kids who ran up and down the field in a big clump around the ball, to a group last year that went on to earn championships in both of their season-ending tournaments. I never…
If you know me, you know I have this thing about Walt Disney World. You can read about this mini-obsession in other posts on this blog, but this post isn’t about that – it’s about the resort itself. We just returned from a week at Disney and I thought I’d take a few minutes and drop some of my knowledge on you. After all, I’ve been there a lot in my lifetime. So if you’re planning a trip there with your kids…
I wish I was more like the superstar guys I see in social media. I’m sure their beautiful wives drive Mercedes Benz SUVs on their way to mid-day yoga classes or tennis matches. And I’m sure these guys have big, roomy offices with lots of windows and black leather couches around shiny black tables. That they wear their dress shirts unbuttoned just enough to look like a pirate – but no one says shit to them about this because Pirate…
I used to sport a faux hawk. I used to hold an orange in front of my face in my avatar. I used to engage a LOT more on Twitter. I used to walk seven miles each way in the blazing Florida sun to work on a migrant farm. I used to drink. I used to wander the earth aimlessly. I used to be about 15 pound lighter. I used to have dark brown hair. I used to have cut abs…
