My parents new house has a skylight right above our bed. Ugh. Next time I’m bringing a tent with us because that would be marginally better than this.
We’re off to New Jersey for the weekend. Not Hoboken, but the *REAL* New Jersey. Have a fucking weekend, you awesome fuckers!
I just stretched and groaned a little bit at my desk (which I’m sure I do about 75 times per day) and realized that my daughter does the exact same thing.
Pretty cool. I didn’t even know that I do that.
It’s probably not nearly as endearing to my co-workers, I bet.
A lot of people will tell you not to place too much value on stuff. That it’s not healthy to focus on material things. But I’m holding on tightly to my Patagonia Micro Puff Vest. For starters, they don’t make this particular one anymore. More importantly, it was a gift from Jen on our first Christmas together.
There is more, though…
I love how the pocket edges are ripped slightly from years of use.
How the zipper hanger has tiny teeth marks from when Max was a kitten.
How it was my only winter coat for several years in my twenties (usually paired with a heavy sweater or hoody).
How I can still wear it all four seasons, and everywhere from the office to the trail to the mall to the chairlift.
Best of all, though, is how I can think back on all of the experiences it has accompanied in the past decade… vacations, adventures, concerts, milestones… just way too many to list here. These memories are vast and scattered, and I love how they can be recalled in relative accord, thanks to this silly piece of water and wind resistant fabric.
Anyway, the title of this post is from Fight Club. And I agree. I also think I’m cool with that, as long as my stuff has few good stories to tell.
There is a point where, if you don’t follow back or interact, I will drop you because I feel like a creep. This is especially true if you blog regularly about your daily life.
It doesn’t mean I don’t like you. It may mean you don’t like me.
Either way, buh-bye.
Watching New York Rangers hockey with Lila because hockey is her favorite sport and the Rangers are her favorite team. Says Lila: fuck da Flyers!
I’m more selfish than I thought I was…
Which causes me to lose patience easily…
And that has taught me that I’m a bit of a baby myself.
That’s three things, right? I dunno, I don’t like to dwell on the negatives but that is definitely the biggest area where I surprised myself. And it’s clearly an area I want to improve, because there isn’t much room for that kind of stuff in parenting. Frustrated, irrational dad might make for a good sitcom, but this is real life and I need to man up more.
Here’s a fucking lion in a sidecar riding a wall of death because sometimes you just need a fucking lion in a sidecar riding a wall of death. Look at that fucking lion. Just look at it.
* Spirit Animal ^^^