I think parenting young children (and old ones, I’ve heard) is a little like climbing Mount Everest. Brave, adventurous souls try it because they’ve heard there’s magic in the climb. They try because they believe that finishing, or even attempting the climb are impressive accomplishments. They try because during the climb, if they allow themselves to pause and lift their eyes and minds from the pain and drudgery, the views are breathtaking. They try because even though it hurts and it’s hard, there are moments that make it worth the hard. These moments are so intense and unique that many people who reach the top start planning, almost immediately, to climb again. Even though any climber will tell you that most of the climb is treacherous, exhausting, killer. That they literally cried most of the way up.
The Daddy Complex: From The Daddy Complex Archives: Van, Go
I saw a commercial recently in which a real live customer (not an actor!) explains why she bought a compact SUV or something. One of her reasons was because she would never be caught dead in a minivan. Those weren’t her words, but it was definitely her implication. It made me think of this post…
I’m looking forward to buying a van.
NPR: New Recycling Company Springs From Old Mattresses
Here is the national NPR article I mentioned two weeks ago when I recommended Spring Back.
Fat Tyler got cookies from Beth and Nolan
Taken with instagram
I watched the motherfucking sun rise on 440 this morning.
I may have…
Noodles (Taken with instagram)
On my drive from Cool Springs to Nashville today I noticed a Nashville Symphony billboard with Music Director, Giancarlo Guerrero. I thought to myself, “He looks similar to Muammar Gaddafi, “Brother Leader” of the Libyan Arab Jamahiriya. (Wikipedia makes me sound so smart!)
Then I thought about sharing my observation with the Internet and immediately cast that thought aside. Comparing someone to Gaddafi at any level is wrong. But then the Nashville Symphony called me this morning… again.
My last conversation was the Nashville Symphony wasn’t pleasant because I demanded to be removed from their call list. The representative on the phone had the balls to say “Well I have never called you before.” Fuck you.
So I told today’s representative that story and asked what I needed to do to prevent them from calling me. She mentioned a do not call list. She also said that they will call people again if the callee says “I’m not interested.”
Fuck you Nashville Symphony. Next time I’m going to pee into your fountains.
A lot of Nolan chauffeuring this week (Taken with instagram)
We researched Nashville chiropractors Sunday night for Beth’s lower back pain and I was surprised how shitty our results were. They are full of useless information for a new customer including generic articles and one has an auto-play video. Ugh.
Crist had the most professional looking site, all the information Beth needed, and the best hours. (What the fuck is with chiropractors having schedules with huge gaps and multiple half-days? Do they make rounds at hospitals?) I was so proud that Beth told them exactly why she called them when they asked her.
I desire to rewrite poorly structured & wordy emails I receive.
YOU DIDN’T EAT BREAKFAST AND YOU STILL HAVEN’T HAD LUNCH YET! I’M STARVING, ASSHOLE!
