Most of my weeks sucks because I have to work and it’s been an eternity since my last holiday. What makes matters worse is that both my kids have finished their final exams of their respective grades and they’re sitting at home doing nothing. Sorry, that’s technically not true; they’re hanging out with friends around the pool playing pool, getting hooked on PS4 and YouTube crazes, sleeping in…you know keeping busy like teenagers keep busy.
And I have to pay for all of it with blood, sweat and tears.
Then this happened… Continue reading
I’ve been taking part in the #FabFridayPost feature over at Ethan & Evelyn, Family and Lifestyle. And guess what?
No, I didn’t forget to wear pants to work. No, I’m not losing hair. No, I didn’t win the lottery. This is bigger.
My post, From Nemo to Dory: The Inevitable truth about Alzheimer’s disease has been picked by Sarah over at Kippers and curtains as one of two for their #FabFridayPost.
And that’s kind of a big deal! At least for me.
This post was sort of a tribute to my grandmother who passed away since it was published. An attempt at shining the light on this dreadful disease. It remains one of the more serious posts I’ve written since my time at Ah Dad…
Anyhow, go check out her blog and participate, why don’t you. It’s fun. Especially if you get mentioned. All hail Evelyn for hosting another great #FabFridayPost linky party!
It turns out I’m kind of special. And not the kind that requires pity. The kind of special that makes you want to sign autographs and yell at the damn incompetent butler of your penthouse that it takes a very specific kind of stupid not to know that one needs to chill the water that they squeezed out of a rock from Mars BEFORE serving it on a bed of dead fairies.
Help, these days…
Getting back to my life of luke-warm tap water and no butler because “You can certainly do that shit for yourself!”, said Mother.
Third time lucky!
In my spare time…bawahahahahahaa.
Sorry. Sometimes I just crack me up. Spare time? Being a parent implies the disappearance of “spare time” just like those lovely, quiet, romantic dinners for two.
What I meant to say was in moments when I do find the time to do other things beyond working, sleeping, training, parenting, husbanding,
gardening, watching movies, socializing, travelling, and most importantly, blogging, I experiment with a little flash fiction. Continue reading
All in a Dad’s Work (catchy isn’t it?) felt the need to give other people homework (I think he’s a teacher) and therefore nominated me with a “Blogger Recognition award”. I’m eternally grateful for this as I haven’t received any kind of award in a very long time. It’s unfortunately not the type of award that I can place on the mantel next to my participation in a play, which I received in third grade. It’s not a physical object. Unless off course you print the image displayed in the content below and put it in a frame. I just hope he also nominated a few blogs of colour…I certainly don’t want to be in the middle of a whole new #bloggerrecognitionawardsowhite controversy.
Whether that be the case or whether I end up framing it or not, I’m going to run with my nomination. I like recognition. Any kind of recognition. Mainly because we have two teenagers in the house and the Wife and I are becoming more and more invisible every day.
Any reward has rules. Continue reading
Humor is a funny thing. Even though most people enjoy a good laugh, different people laugh at different things. Different strokes for different oaks. Some crack up at slapstick. Others enjoy one-liners. There are physical comedy, situational comedy, ventriloquists, stand-up acts, song parodies, humour blogs and the list goes on and on and on. Some sickos even lose their shit when they see a friend/stranger/parent hurt themselves in a spectacular way.
I came across this video and was laughing hysterically and decided to share it with all my lovely readers, not only because I get off when I make people laugh, but also because I found it extremely interesting. Check it out and you might understand why…
I always wondered where he got the tender cuts of fillet and sirloin, as I’ve never tasted anything like it before. When the chef stormed out of the kitchen and plunged a meat-cleaver deep into my chest, I knew…
Image source: http://screwyouacne.com/2014/09/30/red-meat-cause-acne/
My first threesome!
I knew it was getting close but I never realized it was today. Much like that time I forgot to mention my wedding anniversary, only to end up with a new version of my loving soulmate called Disgruntled Wife. This ones comes with visual but no audio, at least for a while.
(Ah…the happy times…)
Can you believe it to be three years since this post? Continue reading
Middle-aged men are notorious for changing things in order to feel young again. Like coloring their hair, buying a fancy car and dumping their wives. I haven’t done, nor am I planning to do, any of the above. I like my grey hair, I don’t earn enough money for a fancy car and after all these years, do you really think I’m crazy enough to house-train another female?
Besides I’m almost forty-two, it’s too late now.
I did however went for a face-lift. Continue reading