Posts Tagged ‘Family’
Secrets to a Big Family — This is the Food Edition
I had an interesting discussion yesterday with some co-workers at lunchtime. One of my co-workers had gone to dinner to celebrate his girlfriend’s birthday. They went to a steakhouse and dropped over $100 on their meal. Read that again, $100 for two people for dinner. No big deal? Maybe it’s just me then. I was…
Read MoreOne-minute Finances
One-minute Finances Two steps to how I manage my money. 1: Direct deposit. 2: Let the wife handle all our money. Ahhhh…success! Next post: How to ask my wife for lunch money.
Read MoreHow to Parent Using the Seniority Method
“Shotgun!” Back in the day (yes, I just said that), when it was time to go somewhere, you’d quickly call “shotgun” to get the front passenger seat. It was a quick form of victory. If you weren’t driving, then being the co-pilot was the next best spot in the vehicle. Though playing the seniority card…
Read MoreEating pie and treading water.
We’ve finally come to the point that it’s nearly impossible to not offend someone, simply by the fact that we exist and have our own thoughts and beliefs. As I look at the world, I get dizzy from the innate need to shake my head. I do this so frequently now that I’ve smartly decided…
Read MoreBe Vulnerable and Dunk an Oreo
Do you have the right to give advice about a topic if you’re not a guru in that field? This is something that I think about most every time I begin writing a new post. If you don’t know me, then maybe you would consider the fact that I am a master of the field…
Read MoreYou say Home, I say Castle
My home is my Castle, in many traditional senses of what a Castle represents. My Castle stands as a means of protection from the outside world for my family. Our Castle is intended to be the one place where they could recharge, recover, and gain the physical and mental strength to go back out and…
Read MoreReal men say, “I Love You”
I love my wife. I love my kids. I love my grandkids. How do they know? I tell them. I was raised in a very traditional home. My father worked at this his job outside the home. My mother was a housewife and took care of us kids. For this I am thankful. Nothing replaces the…
Read More“What Matters” — statistically speaking, of course
One thing I’m learning down this road of life (a little too cliche?), is that my time is becoming more critical — and less bounteous — the older I get. For you statisticians, let’s do the math… Birth to 85 Years (I’ll take it) = 744,600 hours 50 Years old to 85 Years = 306,600…
Read MoreSleeping in the woods in the middle of the desert
My house is slowly turning into an anti-arthritis cabin. What? Hold on, I’ll explain. I grew up in Alaska as a kid — even graduated high school from there — and it was cold (I know, thank you Capt. Obvious). I remember it hitting 40 below zero, without wind, but it was a dry cold,…
Read MoreEmbracing the Inevitable — Passing the Genetic Baton
When my siblings and I were growing up, my mom used to send one of us in the store with our father, with the rest of our crew waited patiently in the car for him to pay for gas. Why? To encourage him to hurry back out to the car and remind him that…
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