The Very Few Times I’ll Admit to Having a Soul

A bald head and really bad bangs still just go together. Even if they’re miles apart.

August 8, 2014

We met in the second grade in Miss Johnson’s class. We had to sit by each other in those double desks that grade schools had back then.  We immediately hit it off. We gave each other full permission to dig in each other’s cigar boxes. (That was what we had back then…not the fancy stuff […]

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The last thing you need from me is preaching…so just be kind and I’ll spare us all the ridiculousness of it. Plus, I probably can’t see over the pulpit anyway.

August 6, 2014
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Yeah, yeah. We went RV’ing last weekend.  You already know this.  And are sick of hearing about it, but don’t click off of here just yet. Our drive to the campground and our way back home had a little something in common. Something most people probably don’t think about or even do on the road. (I […]

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The other night we walked for two years. And I have yet to break a sweat.

June 19, 2014

Just as I’m closing up the laptop the other night and clicking off the bedside lamp, this came forth into the universe. Me:  Don’t forget we have a date next Saturday night, June 28th, for the two-year anniversary of our first date. Keith:  Ok.  It’s a date for the two-year anniversary of our first date? Me:  Yes. Keith:  So, we’re having […]

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We have heroes and we have daddy’s and if we’re lucky…they’re one in the same.

June 12, 2014

You have military heroes. You have world leader heroes.  You have sports heroes. You have celebrity heroes. You have all kinds. I have my Daddy. He lived in a house with mom and us 3 girls.   That’s a lot of estrogen. For years, he had a “panty drawer”.  Why?  Because little girls wear panties and when the clothes were washed, […]

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A good Daddy will always do what he has to do…even if it means doing it alone.

June 9, 2014
Keith Cayla Softball

He said the minute he held her, he knew his reason for being: To be her daddy. They married young.  He was in law enforcement and she was a young professional. For years in their marriage, she struggled with an unbeatable addiction to prescription medication.  It was the skeleton in their closet.  He did his best to […]

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I always win. Even when she’s a jerk and mouthy and makes me want to punch her in the gut. I always win.

May 29, 2014
Me and Cayla

My girl had her 16th birthday back in mid-May. She’s a teenager, so as you can imagine, we experience a bit of drama-queen crap every now and then. More ‘now’ than ‘then’. This was one of those ‘now’ and also one of those ‘then’ times.  A double-dose of the drivel. In a very authoritative voice […]

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If I’m the only one high-fiving me I’m fine with that because I did this for me.

April 10, 2014

Last night I got a little irritated with the family. Or maybe aggravated. (Is there a difference between those two?) Then I realized I was really irritated and/or aggravated with me and they were just an easy blame. Let me do a little back-tracking.  I’ll keep it short. I’ll start with the subject of my […]

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Crickets and pigs and horses and chickens and I guess a jackass if you include me.

July 29, 2013
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I figure if I keep really good people around me, one of two things will happen: 1. Some of their goodness and kindness and do-goodery will rub off or I can somehow scrape some off and use it as if it was mine to begin with, or… B. Other people will just assume I’m as […]

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Not all poop is bad because you can look at it more than one way and even though you might not want to…you should.

July 10, 2013
Chicken Leg

Can you talk about poop too much?  Probably. But can “I” talk about poop too much?  Never. At home, it’s a daily topic.  Nothing too detailed, just who did and who didn’t.  And who needs to.  And who should. And who shouldn’t. (At least not when another breathing human is home.) And at work.  The […]

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Because that girl of mine is 15, I gotta be all motherly and act like I know what I’m doing. Damn it.

June 9, 2013

That girl of mine wants so bad to grow up. When it’s convenient. And when it’s not painful. And as long as it happens after she wakes up at noon. (And when it doesn’t cost her money.) Otherwise, being a punk kid with ass breath until noon is perfectly fine. Her daddy has done a fine […]

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