Papa Bear

Call me Latke.

I have never kicked anyone’s ass, nor has anyone ever kicked mine. I made it all the way through childhood without ever being involved in a beat down. As a man, some will applaud me for this; others will take pity. I can’t deny that I’m glad to have never had my ass handed to me, but I admit there’s a small part of me that wonders what it’s like to be part of that club.
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Rainbows and Unicorns, Surfing, My Baby.

The roller coaster has been strong lately.  I’m on an every other day cycle.  One day I’m pretty happy, LP seems to be doing well, I’m thinking about the days when I was so sad, past tense.  I call that a rainbows-and-unicorn day.
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Why I call you Mouse.

I’ve been secretly calling Tater #1 by the name of Mouse for a while.  Thought I’d share why.  That, and I’m anxious about tomorrow’s appointment we have with the ENT so I’m using this as a distraction… (I also apologize for the formatting.  I’m clearly not in charge of this blog formatting.) Read the rest of this entry »


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