I have 6 year old and 3 year old girls. I was 37 when the 3 y/o was born. I'm definitely happy that I didn't have them when I was in my 20s.
Story: When the 3 y/o was a baby, her sister liked to get up super early and wake me up to hang out with her. It was sweet but since I was already getting very little sleep due to the new baby, I had to lay down the law. So instead of waking me up, she started standing next to the bed and creepily stare at me until I woke up. One morning I opened my eyes, was startled by the non-blinking toddler standing 1 inch from my face and opened my mouth to yell. Right then, she needed to sneeze. Right into my open mouth.
Advice: Everyone is going to have an opinion. Just use your best judgment. They'll get over it if you don't listen to them. You'll inevitably regret some decisions but, as long as you're always trying to do best by the kid, things will turn out well.
About 5 years back, the wife and I decided to start having a Christmas Day open house. Anyone who's looking for a place can stop by anytime for food, drink, relaxation. It's partially about giving people without a better place to go an option and partially about having a reason to not have to drag my family all over. Every year it's been a fight with my mother-in-law and every year I've had to put my foot down. Totally worth it.
For reasons I cannot explain, the only thing I can clearly remember about the comments from those days was a specific and rousing discussion about Boblo Island.
I'm sitting here just South of you in Toledo trying to work but every time I hear something, I have to run to the window to make sure it's not my trash cans, etc. rolling through the neighborhood. We do still have power though and haven't heard from the kid's school. So I got that going for me... Which is nice.
Gotta be one of the best games I've ever seen at the Joe. Not going to win the cup (or maybe even make the playoffs) playing like that but it made for an entertaining game. Fans were going crazy.
I remember well the broken promises of VR from the 90s (Lawnmower Man, anyone?) and am very excited to see the technology actually come to fruition. My wife gave me the ok to pick up a Playstation VR headset for Christmas but now I can't find any available. Middle class people problems, right?
Not a Pats fan but TB is the QB on my fantasy team. After an ill-timed injury and otherwise lackluster play, my team had dug itself a nice hole going into tonight's game. I needed a miracle and got Tom Brady.
My response: "I'm just happy to have a coach who is willing to put it on the line to stand up for his team and doesn't do things that are truly dickish like punching opposing players when things don't go his way."
I'm telling Buckeye fans that they absolutely should enjoy this win. And if acting like a jackass is part of it for them, go for it. Then I'm reminding them that in Jim Harbaugh's second year, in Columbus it took a goal line fumble and pick six from our injured 3 star QB and A LOT of help from the refs to barely pull out a 2 OT "win". Then I'm asking them if they think it's going to get easier or harder for them to win in the future.
Those sister kissing, zebra molesting mouth breathers better hope that the unlikely doesn't happen and we make the playoffs. Won't be any B10 refs to bail them out.
That video is one of my all time favorites. At the time, it gave hope that things would get better (oh, if we'd only knew...) I've since added the song to the beginning of my Michigan Football playlist as a reminder of the dark era and our emergence back into the light. Can't have one without the other.
Wife lined it up for a date night. Maybe I'll end up being proven wrong but, currently, my impression is that it will be a night of sitting in metal folding chairs and forcing a few "oohs" while adults do their version of a kids' gymnastics class but in bright colored costumes. No alcohol.
It's been years since this one was relevant to use but it's fresh in my mind as I was just talking to someone about it: For a short time after their 2002 championship, all you had to say to an OSU fan to shut them up was, "pass interference".
(Also, I really like to refer to Urban Meyer as "Urbz". Really pisses off my father-in-law for some reason.)
Now that I have kids, pretty much anything (movies, commercials, etc) that preys on those paternal feelings can get me. But, even before the kids, there is a scene in the movie Backdraft that gets me every time. Mortally wounded Kurt Russell is watching his screw up little brother step up heroically and he says, "Look at him. That's my brother, god damn it!" Chokes me up every time.
I was surfing the interwebs, looking for info/tips on tailgating with an RV. Never was able to put together the RV tailgate but I've been on here almost daily since.
I don't post often but I still love bitching about this:
I was 22 & my car was totaled by a drunk driver. Insurance was sending me a check so I went car shopping. Found a guy selling this pristine Cadillac Eldorado. Parked in a garage, clean all around, working 8 track, 30k miles on it. I shit you not, $5k. Told the guy I'd be back with the money the next day & when I returned, he had already sold it.
The kicker was, about a year later, I happened to meet the guy who bought it. He didn't even appreciate the gem he had. He had intended to turn around & resell it for a profit but wanted way too much and was still trying when I talked to him.
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I have 6 year old and 3 year old girls. I was 37 when the 3 y/o was born. I'm definitely happy that I didn't have them when I was in my 20s.
Story: When the 3 y/o was a baby, her sister liked to get up super early and wake me up to hang out with her. It was sweet but since I was already getting very little sleep due to the new baby, I had to lay down the law. So instead of waking me up, she started standing next to the bed and creepily stare at me until I woke up. One morning I opened my eyes, was startled by the non-blinking toddler standing 1 inch from my face and opened my mouth to yell. Right then, she needed to sneeze. Right into my open mouth.
Advice: Everyone is going to have an opinion. Just use your best judgment. They'll get over it if you don't listen to them. You'll inevitably regret some decisions but, as long as you're always trying to do best by the kid, things will turn out well.
About 5 years back, the wife and I decided to start having a Christmas Day open house. Anyone who's looking for a place can stop by anytime for food, drink, relaxation. It's partially about giving people without a better place to go an option and partially about having a reason to not have to drag my family all over. Every year it's been a fight with my mother-in-law and every year I've had to put my foot down. Totally worth it.
For reasons I cannot explain, the only thing I can clearly remember about the comments from those days was a specific and rousing discussion about Boblo Island.
And such.
Wife and I have a hotel room on Saturday night just a few blocks from there. If we manage to check in early enough, we'll stop over.
23-9 UM
Or maybe that's "Conroy"...
I'm sitting here just South of you in Toledo trying to work but every time I hear something, I have to run to the window to make sure it's not my trash cans, etc. rolling through the neighborhood. We do still have power though and haven't heard from the kid's school. So I got that going for me... Which is nice.
Likes soda...
Gotta be one of the best games I've ever seen at the Joe. Not going to win the cup (or maybe even make the playoffs) playing like that but it made for an entertaining game. Fans were going crazy.
Urban Meyer ate more boogers this week than he scored points in the Fiesta Bowl.
I remember well the broken promises of VR from the 90s (Lawnmower Man, anyone?) and am very excited to see the technology actually come to fruition. My wife gave me the ok to pick up a Playstation VR headset for Christmas but now I can't find any available. Middle class people problems, right?
Going with Brady. Because it's Tom Friggin' Brady.
Not a Pats fan but TB is the QB on my fantasy team. After an ill-timed injury and otherwise lackluster play, my team had dug itself a nice hole going into tonight's game. I needed a miracle and got Tom Brady.
My response: "I'm just happy to have a coach who is willing to put it on the line to stand up for his team and doesn't do things that are truly dickish like punching opposing players when things don't go his way."
I'm telling Buckeye fans that they absolutely should enjoy this win. And if acting like a jackass is part of it for them, go for it. Then I'm reminding them that in Jim Harbaugh's second year, in Columbus it took a goal line fumble and pick six from our injured 3 star QB and A LOT of help from the refs to barely pull out a 2 OT "win". Then I'm asking them if they think it's going to get easier or harder for them to win in the future.
Those sister kissing, zebra molesting mouth breathers better hope that the unlikely doesn't happen and we make the playoffs. Won't be any B10 refs to bail them out.
Yup
bits of real panther in it.
38-14 UM
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That video is one of my all time favorites. At the time, it gave hope that things would get better (oh, if we'd only knew...) I've since added the song to the beginning of my Michigan Football playlist as a reminder of the dark era and our emergence back into the light. Can't have one without the other.
63-0 Michigan
"To crush your enemies. See them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women."
Wife lined it up for a date night. Maybe I'll end up being proven wrong but, currently, my impression is that it will be a night of sitting in metal folding chairs and forcing a few "oohs" while adults do their version of a kids' gymnastics class but in bright colored costumes. No alcohol.
42-13 Michigan
44-7 Michigan
48-6
38-6 UM
I'd like "Things that pirates with a steering wheel in their pants say" for $200.
Wouldn't he be a Colonel?
It's been years since this one was relevant to use but it's fresh in my mind as I was just talking to someone about it: For a short time after their 2002 championship, all you had to say to an OSU fan to shut them up was, "pass interference".
(Also, I really like to refer to Urban Meyer as "Urbz". Really pisses off my father-in-law for some reason.)
That's the kind of thing that should tear you up a bit.
Now that I have kids, pretty much anything (movies, commercials, etc) that preys on those paternal feelings can get me. But, even before the kids, there is a scene in the movie Backdraft that gets me every time. Mortally wounded Kurt Russell is watching his screw up little brother step up heroically and he says, "Look at him. That's my brother, god damn it!" Chokes me up every time.
He'll raise Cthulhu from the depths of the Pacific just to challenge him to a staring contest.
Allows me to quote drunk me. Who is hilarious, I'm told.
I was surfing the interwebs, looking for info/tips on tailgating with an RV. Never was able to put together the RV tailgate but I've been on here almost daily since.
This comment made me think of Arrested Development where the Bluth family treats Spring Break like a national holiday. Also, good points.
I don't post often but I still love bitching about this:
I was 22 & my car was totaled by a drunk driver. Insurance was sending me a check so I went car shopping. Found a guy selling this pristine Cadillac Eldorado. Parked in a garage, clean all around, working 8 track, 30k miles on it. I shit you not, $5k. Told the guy I'd be back with the money the next day & when I returned, he had already sold it.
The kicker was, about a year later, I happened to meet the guy who bought it. He didn't even appreciate the gem he had. He had intended to turn around & resell it for a profit but wanted way too much and was still trying when I talked to him.
40-17 Michigan
40-17 Michigan
47-10 Michigan
36-6 Michigan
31-13 Michigan
30-10 Michigan
Michigan
24-23
42-9 UM
17-7
You've given everything away!