There are no married people problems. Before you prove me wrong by pointing me to your marriage (which has obvious problems), let me beat you to it by admitting ours is definitely a work in progress too. So let me say this: There are no married people problems, only people with single people problems who get married. This slightly revised concept of Andy Stanley’s retains … Continue reading No Married People Problems
Every year my mom would trot out the ghetto blaster (interesting name), take the Boney M Christmas album cassette out (look up what cassette means) and play the world’s most painful music while I descended into madness. My childhood memories aren’t many, one tends to selectively block out the stupid things one attempted lest one get caught, but I remember things like Boney M Christmas. … Continue reading Boney M Christmas
What a shock when the least likely of my daughters, in a fit of restless energy, decided to start wall-kicking in the tv room downstairs. She even tried to talk one of her sisters and her friend into it. Eventually she put her foot right through the drywall. I was not expecting it from my firstborn. Arwen is lovely most of the time aka all of … Continue reading Wall Kicking
I have four daughters and one wife. That’s five women in my immediate vicinity every morning. Growing up with only one brother was…. different. Less talk and more eating. It’s very interesting, and amusing for my mother that I am the one who most often deals with the emotional highs and lows of my own girls. My wife certainly … Continue reading Mornings with Daughters
Yes it is. So my wife joins this unholy movement of other girls “sweating to the oldies” (or whatever it is they actually do there) and has now been sworn in to the inner circle of this cult. It seems to me she goes between 5 and 100 times a week (I haven’t had the time to count) and comes back infused with energy and … Continue reading Is Jazzercise a Cult?