Earlier this week I was at the office doing a little work on an off day. I was there in what is basically my non-office hours uniform: wrestling t-shirt, yoga pants, bird's nest hair and ancient, beat-up Chuck Taylors (seriously, I bought them when I was in the 7th grade. That's more years ago than … Continue reading What’s my age again?
As far as I'm concerned "Tues" is a four letter word, but not one of the fun ones. (I know it's not an actual word, but just go with me here). Monday gets the bad reputation, but we all know Tuesday is just the worst. At least with Monday you've had a Sunday to rest … Continue reading Tuesday, ugh…
This morning I woke up completely stressed and nervous for no apparent reason. That's simply no way to be on a Saturday. That calls for margaritas. I took the advice of my shiny new anxiety management app (it's called SAM in case anyone's interested) and took a "pop to the shop" (it's also British and … Continue reading Blackberry Margarita Saturday
A huge part of being a parent is apparently just having to sit back and see which genes and traits your child picks up from yourself or your spouse. (Or at least it appears to be in our case, but, as we often hear, our case is not necessary the most normal one.) You say … Continue reading Sweet genes.
OK, it's getting serious. Only 30 days until we pack the tiny family Fiesta and head west to Texas for WrestleMania, baby! For most normal people, the 30-day-out marker would be a good time to maybe kind of start thinking about what you might want to take. But, as you should have learned by now, … Continue reading Time to pack….
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