Mad Crazy Strong

Last weekend I took the Heathens to the movies. Just they and me, us just three. We saw “We Bought A Zoo”, a heart-wrenching tale of a father and his two kids who undertake ownership of a zoo as part of buying a house, all brought on by their attempt …

A Little Thanks For The Giving

You know, we have so much to be thankful for, you and I. If you’re reading this, you have access to the internet, which means you’re not spending you time hunting down raccoons for a meal. Likely you have a roof over your head, the ability to live outside of …

You Crazy Kids

There’s an old school song lyric that I recently saw made into a tattoo, and it’s one that’s been rattling around the confines of my addled mind for more than a few minutes: “Gaudemus Igitur Juvenes Dum Sumus” Translated from Latin, it means: “Let us rejoice therefore while we are …

Gotta Keep On Keepin’ On

Vapor lock. Two words when that come to mind when I wrap my warped mind around the concept of moving back into town: “vapor lock”. We bought this house 5 years and 10 months ago, an excited and younger family, eager to get out of the suburbs and onto our …

How Did I Get HERE?

We become our parents. It’s a fact of life and one that makes me want to chew on rocks when I think about it too much. This point was driven home the other day when I was pointing a finger at one of my boys and telling him to “sit …

The Day The Heathen Turns A Page

Six years ago today, he came barreling into our lives, a chaotic storm of character, panache and humor. Six years and a day ago, I had no idea I could ever love someone as much as my firstborn child, he who craftily stole my heart twenty three months previously. This …

A Quickie For The Comrades

It must be time to lay out another essay: there were 99 comments in the spam filter, almost all of which were either in Russian or advertising porn and cut-rate Cialis. I’d hate to disappoint my perverted Soviet core support group, so I thought I’d write up a little something. …

My Latest Last Will & Testament

Tomorrow, I’ll be undergoing some sort of exploratory procedure. The details are somewhat murky, but the long and the short of it is that some people who practice this sort of thing will be trying to discover why I can’t hardly eat a solitary slice of apple without having a …

This One’s On The House, Kid

It was only a matter of time before the painful pangs of budding relationships would begin to enter into the lives of my boys, The Heathens. #1 is now seven years old, and within what seems like the blink of an eye, has immersed himself into drama-laden girl troubles that …

A Distinct Lack Of Funny

I’ve not posted in a long while, long in the internet-based-relative sense. There are a couple of essays in the hopper that go into the trip to California last weekend, and how about that one where most of the Springfield firefighters were wearing pink tee shirts for the past couple …