Summer brings out the worst men in as much as it brings out the worst IN men. Standing in front of my mother’s house this evening, while discussing the latest in pop culture with the woman of the establishment, I was approached by a sidekick in a 4×4. I say “approached” when I’m starting to think I was stalked. I mean, riding up and down a street past the same house waiting for the right moment to wow them with your pick up line is considered stalkerish, right? I don’t …

I think I just heard world peace somewhere in the distance. I love a happy ending. Also love random Air Control Guy just chillin’ there in the background. I think I see a tear behind those sunglasses, sir.

A few days ago, the kids and I were stationary long enough to enjoy a movie in the living room. I can’t remember what we were watching but I do remember having the chance to observe the girls together. Having never had a sibling, I find their relationship interesting, weird and precious. Interesting because I’m a voyeur. I like to watch people interact with each other without having to talk to them myself. Precious because, well, they’re mine and it’s so stinkin’ cute. Then we get to weird. It’s mostly …

For the last few days, I’ve been sitting at my desk, in my house, staring. Staring at this site. Trying to figure it all out. Scrutinizing every detail. Twisting and turning the look of things. I just want to make this a place that, when I go to check it out or write a post, I go YEAH! That’s MY site. Right now, I’m not really feeling the connection. This feeling only pertains to the look of things. Not the content. I heard you walk out the door. Don’t do …