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I'm a stay-at-home dad of three.
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In all honesty, the clouds were a little intimidating in the morning and we spent about 45 min at the treeline waiting to see if they'd move on or keep gathering. We didn't head out until we saw blue sky. Turned out to be a beautiful, but cold, day!
M Is for Murder. And Mountain. Murder Mountain.
Sharon is using her vacation days to murder our children. I am certain of this. Back in May, she unfolded a map across our dining room table, mindless of the syrup drops and those tiny, dried end-bits of steamed broccoli that somehow escape from our children's dinner plates like green photons fr...
M Is for Murder. And Mountain. Murder Mountain.
Posted Aug 16, 2015 at awright Brian
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Check Box
My pen hovers over the check box on the yellow card, the ubiquitous yellow health card that I've had to fill out every year my kids have been in school. The yellow card they haven't updated in decades except to squeeze in a tiny spot for parents to write their... Continue reading
Posted Sep 3, 2014 at awright Brian
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Happy Cinco de Mayo
The perfect not-really-Mexican drink to celebrate the perfect not-really-Mexican holiday: Mexican Martini 3 to 4 oz. good tequila 1 oz. Cointreau 2 oz. sour mix juice of one lime jalapeño stuffed olives Place all but the olives in a shaker.... Continue reading
Posted Aug 15, 2014 at Looky, Daddy!
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Summertime in a Glass
Summer posting will be light. That's unavoidable. To make it worthwhile to stop by anyway, I'm going to be randomly posting summer drink recipes, and by random I mean every Monday. Watermelon Mojito This recipe makes two tall glasses. Find... Continue reading
Posted Jul 6, 2014 at Looky, Daddy!
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Perseid
Just after 1 AM I stand in the wet grass behind my aunt and uncle's suburban home south of Minneapolis. I'm scanning the sky for shooting stars. For five minutes, maybe more, I see nothing. The sky is hazy and almost purple. A bat swoops low and I duck. Then,... Continue reading
Posted Aug 12, 2013 at awright Brian
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Frankly, Susannah, hope for more Kaldi's was the reason I started blogging again.
$3 at a garage sale. Kids said no chance they'd have all their pieces.
$3 at a garage sale. Kids said no chance they'd have all their pieces.
Posted Jul 6, 2013 at awright Brian
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Glad you found me! And the first rule we gave our kids when it was time to choose pets? NO BIRDS.
The Tarantula Is Dead Long Live the Tarantula
So yesterday, Kathryn's tarantula, Imelda, looked like this: It looked like that for a long time. I know it was a long time because it was my job to keep Kathryn from seeing it. Apparently even children who keep tarantulas have feelings. Though possibly not feelings you or I would recognize...
Foo Foo is alive and well. He's bigger and a bit more aggressive than Imelda, but possibly more beloved because of it. Mainly because he kills his crickets right away and doesn't leave them chirping until 3 AM in the morning.
The Tarantula Is Dead Long Live the Tarantula
So yesterday, Kathryn's tarantula, Imelda, looked like this: It looked like that for a long time. I know it was a long time because it was my job to keep Kathryn from seeing it. Apparently even children who keep tarantulas have feelings. Though possibly not feelings you or I would recognize...
And see, I hate goldfish. Can't stand the blighters.
The Tarantula Is Dead Long Live the Tarantula
So yesterday, Kathryn's tarantula, Imelda, looked like this: It looked like that for a long time. I know it was a long time because it was my job to keep Kathryn from seeing it. Apparently even children who keep tarantulas have feelings. Though possibly not feelings you or I would recognize...
I shared this comment with her, Robyn, and now she's as close to happy as a twelve-year-old can get. Which is oh so far from happy.
The Tarantula Is Dead Long Live the Tarantula
So yesterday, Kathryn's tarantula, Imelda, looked like this: It looked like that for a long time. I know it was a long time because it was my job to keep Kathryn from seeing it. Apparently even children who keep tarantulas have feelings. Though possibly not feelings you or I would recognize...
It ate the dime.
The Tarantula Is Dead Long Live the Tarantula
So yesterday, Kathryn's tarantula, Imelda, looked like this: It looked like that for a long time. I know it was a long time because it was my job to keep Kathryn from seeing it. Apparently even children who keep tarantulas have feelings. Though possibly not feelings you or I would recognize...
I am so almost sorry, Nicole. So very nearly sorry. Also, *snort.*
The Tarantula Is Dead Long Live the Tarantula
So yesterday, Kathryn's tarantula, Imelda, looked like this: It looked like that for a long time. I know it was a long time because it was my job to keep Kathryn from seeing it. Apparently even children who keep tarantulas have feelings. Though possibly not feelings you or I would recognize...
The Tarantula Is Dead Long Live the Tarantula
Posted Jun 4, 2013 at awright Brian
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Fifteenth
Warning: This in an anniversary post, where I say things about the woman I married fifteen years ago. It's short, but feel free to skip it anyway. God knows I wouldn't read it on your blog. Sharon and I got married fifteen years ago today, almost exactly six years after... Continue reading
Posted Mar 21, 2013 at awright Brian
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And that was hardly the worst section, Anne. It was kind of a sick joke that the ice and snow showed up just when the drop was at its steepest and we were at our most tired.
Two Pictures that Tell You Everything You Need to Know About Hiking the Grand Canyon in February
This is what it was like at bottom of the canyon, on the banks of the Colorado River: And this is the weather near the rim, ten long miles up the Bright Angel trail: It's like hiking from Mexico to Canada in one day. We started hiking out at 9 AM, most of us still sore from the knee-shredd...
Two Pictures that Tell You Everything You Need to Know About Hiking the Grand Canyon in February
Posted Mar 8, 2013 at awright Brian
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Rosebud
Posted Jan 29, 2013 at awright Brian
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Now Is Not the Time
I have two daughters in the second grade. Once every two days, they go to gym class. Once every three days, they have music. Once every six days, they study Spanish, and once every eighteen days, they pretend people have come to their school to kill them. It's New Jersey... Continue reading
Posted Dec 16, 2012 at awright Brian
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Police I Have Known
Posted Dec 14, 2012 at awright Brian
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The Best Place to Watch the Olympics
The best place to watch the Olympics is the isolation ward of the local hospital in Usti nad Labem, a town located between Prague and Dresden in much the same way your anus is located between your butt cheeks. It... Continue reading
Posted Dec 14, 2012 at Looky, Daddy!
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My van has windows now, so there's that.
The Saddest Thing You May Ever Read About Growing Up
This post is the saddest thing you may ever read about growing up. I'm not even kidding. There's no tragedy. Nobody dies. Nobody breaks anything. It's almost casual, this saddest thing. On the surface it's even cute, but the depth of pathos underneath could well swallow you whole. My neighbor h...
Hmmm. Interesting...
The Saddest Thing You May Ever Read About Growing Up
This post is the saddest thing you may ever read about growing up. I'm not even kidding. There's no tragedy. Nobody dies. Nobody breaks anything. It's almost casual, this saddest thing. On the surface it's even cute, but the depth of pathos underneath could well swallow you whole. My neighbor h...
I like that. Maybe I'll sign up to teach an after-school class called "Santa Claus: The Myth, the Legend." And then write a screenplay "Most Dogs Don't Go to Heaven."
The Saddest Thing You May Ever Read About Growing Up
This post is the saddest thing you may ever read about growing up. I'm not even kidding. There's no tragedy. Nobody dies. Nobody breaks anything. It's almost casual, this saddest thing. On the surface it's even cute, but the depth of pathos underneath could well swallow you whole. My neighbor h...
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