Singing Time With The Weed UPDATED

Oh, boy! You guys are in for a treat! So, tomorrow morning, I am playing a violin solo for a church meeting. At 7:00am. On a Sunday morning.  Because my life is awesome like that. Anyway, I got on here to write about this thing that happened while I was...

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Cujo Satan Kitty UPDATED

Have you ever been looked at or approached while walking down the street in a way that made you feel uncomfortable and a little bit dirty inside? In a way that made you feel a little violated? That happened to me the other day. I was on a little evening stroll around...

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Adventures in Potty Training

I don't mean to brag, but I think it's pretty safe to say that Wife and I are Potty Training Masters. We potty trained Viva last week. In one day. I know. *exhales on fingernails, then buffs them on shirt* <----Did that make any sense? Wife and I both knew how to...

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The Gym

Seriously, who needs to be able to walk up a flight of stairs? I sure don't! Now that I go to the gym and my body has decided on mutiny, I've come to realize that there are a lot of really "extra" things I was accustomed to in my pre-gym days that...

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A post about drugs and a bathroom

Part One The following are photos of the posters I have up on my wall in my office. Take a look. Do you notice a problem here? Look at them again, and then review in your mind what I do for a living. And what my last name is. Yes, that's right. my friend Jennie, a...

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Father’s Day Song

I forgot my razor in Utah. Because that's how I roll. (Did I ever explain that after taking the train to Portland I drove 14 hours in the car with my brothers and parents to Utah and that's where I visited my grandma?) Wife ran and bought me one (thus breaking the...

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Musings on a Great Lady

I’m sitting in an airport now. In Phoenix. Because nothing makes more sense when flying from Salt Lake City, Utah to Seattle, Washington than to take a quick pit stop in Arizona, which is precisely the opposite direction of my destination. Thank you Expedia.  Why...

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The “Train”

I’m on my way to Portland because my grandma’s not doing too hot and my family’s getting together to be with her. I was supposed to take the train. I love the train. It’s serene, and they play a movie, and it’s beautiful to watch the Great Northwest through your...

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You just became my personal trainer. (FAT PICTURES!!!)

Oh wow. My size 34 slacks are groaning in discomfort right now. And that's because they're being ruthlessly strangled by my growing fat rolls. This is not pretty. Have I mentioned that I used to be fat? And when I say fat, I don't mean like, oh, look at that guy's...

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Grandpa Gaga

The other night, my oldest daughter Anna (who just turned five years old--I can hardly believe it) was watching American Idol with her Grandma when she saw a special musical guest on the show, Lady Gaga. "Who is that, Memaw?" she asked. "That's Lady Gaga," replied my...

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