Tag Archives: the dad

Inwhich I make bad decisions that are sadly executed rather well

For the past week or two, I’ve been experiencing excruciating pain behind my eyes that I chalked up to the heater drying my eyes out. My left eye was really red and swollen and when I started experiencing an ass load of symptoms – Wednesday night saw I-think-my-eyes-have-fallen-out-literally and my BB!Reid could not (shockingly) make […]

January 21st, 2011

Happy Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day, Dad — you mean more to me than you’ll ever know (probably because I’ll never say it, but shush). …and before anybody asks, that’s the back of the Mom’s head — the Dad is not some hippy mullet-wearing dude (…OK, he’s a hippy dude, but still no mullet!), but from the reputation […]

June 20th, 2010

…the K-K-K Stuff!

While » …and the Indians Mated With the White People – the infamous entry about my Dad’s explanation on my heritage – was a hit back in the “day” when I ran on WordPress and still had all my comments, I never planned on making a second edition, or expanding that story in any way, […]

February 23rd, 2010

Doctor! Doctor!

I felt like using that title because it’s actually a song by The Blood Brothers », and you know me1, if there’s a reference to be made, it will be had. But I’m not here to talk about The Blood Brothers, or how awesome they are, or how I cried at the news of their […]

January 29th, 2010

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