In mid-2001, I was a Sales & Use Tax Analyst for General Electric-Client Business Services, and pretty damn miserable at it. One of the chapters in my upcoming book is exclusively on the year and a half I spent there, trying to fit in as a company guy, while it...
(It’s Sasha and Norah’s bedtime, and I’m laying at the foot of Sasha’s bed; the room is pitch black.) “Twinkle twinkle, little star–DADDY!! NO!! DON’T SING WITH ME!!” “I thought we’re supposed to sing together.” “No, I sing it, then you sing it!” “Okay.” “Twinkle twinkle little starHow I wonder...
One of the nice things about working from home is that any time I simply need to step away from the grind, I can walk a few steps and instantly be with my family. Yesterday, I did exactly that. It was a few more steps, because Evi, Sasha and Norah...
Drinking from my favorite coffee cup today. It’s a white ceramic cup with faded print that says in big letters, “THE WORLD ACCORDING TO DAD”. In much smaller letters it has cliché dad sayings, such as “GO ASK YOUR MOM”, “YOU DON’T KNOW HOW GOOD YOU GOT IT”, and “BECAUSE...
“You’ve lost twenty degrees.” It was my physical therapist. She had some measuring contraption next to my still-recovering shoulder. “Um, what?” “You’ve lost some range of motion since the last time we measured. That’s not good.” I sighed. I knew what this meant. And I knew that she knew what...
Okay, I’m totally cheating this time. I like bragging about waking up early every weekday morning to write, but I’m actually composing this at 10ish PM Wednesday, and will schedule it to auto-post at 6:30 AM. Why am I doing this? Who’s to blame for this charade? As is usually...
Evi went to the dentist yesterday, and had a procedure done that cost roughly about half the GNP of Canada. She put it on our debit card. Things like this are supposed to be charged on our Health Savings Account, but that would require us having, you know, a balance....
I’m writing this before I go to bed and scheduling it to post at 6:30 AM. There’s an excellence chance that by the time you’re reading this, I’ll still be very much asleep. It’s been one hell of a night. I’m not even setting my alarm for tomorrow. I’m way...
Evi wants to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day tonight by going to the block party in downtown Fort Myers. She wants to dress up the kids in green, maybe some face paint, then truck down there and see the events. I don’t know; If it’s anything like the St. Patrick’s Days...
I read an interview of Keanu Reeves about ten years ago in which a journalist asked him, “what would you be doing with your life if you weren’t an actor?” I don’t remember his exact answer, but I’ll never forget the part where he said (heavily paraphrased), “I love acting,...
My alarm went off at 6:30 AM. Needing to buckle down and attack the day, I valiantly reached up, hit ‘snooze’ and went back to sleep. I’ve never been much of a morning person. Evi set hers for 6 AM. When it went off, it woke us both up. We...
“This doesn’t look like the way to the Imaginarium.” It was Sasha from the backseat. At four-years-old, she’s actually gotten pretty good at figuring out where I’m driving to or from. She routinely says things like, “Hey, this isn’t the way home!” or “This isn’t the way to ice cream!”...
I think I’m suffering from a bit of survivor’s guilt. Last night I had a dream that members of the Ukrainian army were serving my family dinner, and I was complaining about the meal. Firstly, I never complain about the food I’m served in a restaurant. I’ve never sent anything...
If you happened to pop by this website at just the right time this weekend, you would’ve seen a bunch of errors and technobabble across the top. That’s because WordPress had been asking me to update my software for months now. Saturday night, like a fool, I did it. ***...
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