Cheryl and the kids wanted to take a trip to Busch Gardens Friday afternoon, and I finally gave in and went along. My white cell count is still low, but I kind of like the idea of the kids having a few fond memories of me doing fun stuff with them.
I even felt adventurous enough to bring our old camera along. Sure, we’ve already got tons of pictures of the place, some going back almost…
It’s not often that I catch myself saying, “boy, I wish I saw that tennis match.” I’ve had a couple of those moments this week. Every time I catch the result from the exhibition matches between Roger Federer and my boy, Pete Sampras, I feel a twinge of regret. I heard about the matches a little while back, and I cringed at the thought. Federer is crushing everyone he faces…
“I don’t expect to find anything, but I’d like to have this test done just in case.”
How many times has your doctor dropped this little number on you? I’ve gotten it lots of times, and it never used to bother me. Then one day a test came back and I was summoned to the office… sooner than previously arranged.
Those of you who have studied behavioral psychology…
How many of you started reading this post thinking it was criminal justice related? Come on, give it up. You thought this was another political rant, didn’t you?
No friends, this one’s just fluff… a cotton-candy piece, if you will.
What I really want to know is this: has the wiring of the brain of a three-year-old boy gelled enough to pick his own paint color for his room? I ask…
We stopped buying bottled water about a year ago. Here’s a few good reasons why:
From Think Outside the Bottle:
Worldwide, consumers spent $100 billion on bottled water in 2005.
Making bottles to meet Americans’ demand for bottled water required the equivalent of more than 17 million barrels of oil last year – enough fuel for more than 1 million U.S. cars for a year – and…
There aren’t many things that make me feel more fallible as a parent than trying to be one with a hum-dinger of a headache. There aren’t many things that make me feel much better than my kids showing me it doesn’t matter.
I woke up from a nap on Saturday with Beth kneeling next to me, asking “Are you feeling better dad?” You know what? I was. She’d asked me that…