March 2011
22 posts
Facebook Profile
You guys! I still haven’t posted a Facebook profile picture after 3 years.
I’m like the creepy egg follower except on Facebook. And I’m totally okay with it.
I like my women like I like my eggs...
Hard on the outside, soft on the inside.
Over easy with a pat of butter.
Unbeaten.
Following me on Twitter.
Folded over gently and filled with meat. (omelet)
Sunny side up and occasionally scrambled.
Hot, baked, and cheesy. (souffle)
This simile is more fun than coffee, right?
February 2011
22 posts
Wearing Black
For Johnny Cash’s birthday. Many celebrations in his honor tonight around town.
Ms Shay
Last week I posted about a teacher who meant a lot to my daughter. This won’t be a weekly thing, but today I am compelled to tell you about Ms Shay.
Ms Shay worked at my kids’ previous daycare. I’ve only seen her once in the last 18 months. But I’ll never forget her. She was an inspiration to her class and to me as well.
Here’s why:
Ms Shay taught a classroom of...
I have never
Mowed my own lawn
Been to NYC
Slept in a waterbed
Liked tequila
Had Mongolian BBQ
Gone hunting
Listened to any hair bands
High school meme
I started high school in Hawaii. It was a K-12 private school. I had been there from 4th grade, so by 9th grade I had some really good friends and many more acquaintances.
I fit in with pretty much everyone. I was in the honors and AP classes. I played water polo and orchestra. I could hold a conversation with most people in our class.
Sophomore year, my family moved to Seattle. I went to an...
Killing Bad Guys
“My dad likes to kill bad guys. He kills bad guys all the time. Sometimes, he lets me watch him kill bad guys. He kills lots of bad guys.”
My son, explaining to his teacher how I like to play Call of Duty in such a way that Child Protective Services and the FBI will likely get involved.
goodybrains asked: The Oxford English Dictionary has asked you to come up with a new word. What is it and what does it mean? (Please submit in entry form.)
Yesterday was one of those days
Where I nearly lost my voice from yelling at the kids so much. And that was before dance lessons.
I was busy watching my daughter dance when my son slipped away. That’s okay, right? Because parents look out for each other?
No. Some asshole held the door open for for a three year old and let him run away.
As I approached the door, he asked me if I was looking for a little boy. I said...
My Kids' Teachers
It’s rewarding to see the bonds develop between my children and certain teachers. The kids are still in daycare/ pre-school, but they’ve already developed close relationships.
My daughter was very close with her teacher Ms Sarah. Last fall, when she moved out of Ms Sarah’s class, she insisted that we still visit her each morning for a hug. That lasted for a few weeks until she...
Middle Name
My middle name is Paul. My first name is Jonathan, so technically I’m also a John Paul. This is irrelevant except that I also shared a birthday with Pope John Paul II. I’m not Catholic, but I always thought it was cool sharing both a name and a birthday with a world leader. My middle name seems less important since he died. Silly, huh?
Drinking in Bed
Do you ever fall asleep with a glass of wine or a bottle of beer on your bedside table? And then finish it the next morning? I love that. I’m doing that right now in fact.
Measuring Age
When my daughter was first born, I measured her age in hours. They were marvelous hours. I celebrated each one.
Then, I measured her age in days. Then weeks. Then months. After about 18 months, I started using one-and-a-half instead. And eventually, the half years didn’t seem to matter either. I just measure her age in years.
I think years cease to matter after about 21. After that,...
Ratatouille
My mother likes to cook meals and freeze them for me when she visits. I occasionally grab one out of the freezer on the way to work. This helps me eat fewer lunches from the vending machine. Not that I mind eating Jalapeno Cheetos for lunch.
Anyway, this morning I found an 18-month old serving of ratatouille. I was worried, but it reheated really well. You can even smell the thyme from across...
Wearing Crosses
“A lot of Christians wear crosses around their necks. You think when Jesus comes back he ever wants to see a fucking cross?” - Bill Hicks
I thought of this for a tweet, but I found out it was already done after searching on google. Still worth sharing though.
Meyer-Briggs
INFP - Healer
- Introverted 67
- Intuitive 62
- Feeling 12
- Perceptive 22
I’m not sure I agree. I’m usually more analytical.
Hello World
I finally joined Tumblr so I can stalk you all more effectively. It’s working great so far.
