Today (the Third of December), I finally put up our first Christmas decoration, an Advent calendar. Now, I can keep track of how far behind I am with the Holidays.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
All posts by Dave Paulsen
The Edge of Delusional
I must admit, one of my favorite parts about winter is breaking out my warm hat.
Personally, I think it makes me look like The Edge from U2. Truth is, it makes me look like I am on the constant edge of dorkiness. No worry, it’s warm with or without my delusional self perception.
Home Alone
One child at ski practice, a second at basketball, a third just dropped off at confirmation. An uneasy feeling washed over me. I was home alone.
What to do? I had no real clue. So I took a deep breath, turned on the radio, and began to fold laundry. Why? Well, because it’s what I do when no one is watching.
“That Explains It” – Attractive Spawn Edition
My son explaining his level of attractiveness, “(I am) hotter than a black bench on a summer day.”
Well, I think we have self confidence mastered. Now, it’s time to learn a little modesty.
Some Things You Cannot Explain
Black Friday, the one day you get out of bed at 3AM to stand in line outside in the snow for a free stuffed goat, but somehow it all makes sense. God bless America.
Thankful for Small Miracles
Headed to the store, I needed just two boxes of refrigerated pie crust to complete my holiday baking.
The last two were waiting for me on the shelf. Yep, Thanksgiving miracle.
Pie Delay
Sorry that I was late with this evening’s blog post. You see it is Thanksgiving Eve and I have pies to bake. Did I mention that I have pies to bake? Gotta go! See you tomorrow with a healthy dose of thankfulness. Thankfulness for pies, that is.
Missing Branch on the Family Tree
When your son says to you, “Siblings are really ‘zero’ cousins,” it makes you start to question the quality of genealogy studies in our public schools.
The Bottom of It
I would like to think that there is a good reason that my dog keeps stealing my underwear and burying it. Oh, I know! He’s gross!
That is all. Goodnight.
Health Inspector Future, Not So Much
When seeing how my son wrapped his half eaten sub for refrigeration…
…I realized that a future in food safety may not be in the cards for him.