J.R. Reed muses on a song that brings back memories of younger days.
A tribute to Lucy, the rescue dog who has been taking care of J.R. Reed and his daughter for ten years.
“There’s my anxiety, let’s knock it on its ass and go score a goal,” sometimes works in the short term, but isn’t so hot for the long haul.
Hilton HHonors is hooking up two of my readers with a baseball related prize package. Two winners will each receive: an official Little League Sports Bag, Little League Aluminum Water Bottle, Rawlings MLB Official Baseball, DVD of Moneyball, The Art of Fielding novel, David’s Sunflower Seeds and a pack of Topps 2012 baseball cards.
Anyway, the times Mrs. Something had me read aloud and I was having an herbal moment, I would be reading and then think oh shit I think I’m reading too slow or too fast and then words would just sound really funny to me so I would start laughing.
To me breakfast is loaded with flavor. There’s nothing wrong with a muffin or oatmeal but I prefer something with a little kick. That’s probably why there’s almost always chicken chorizo in my fridge and fresh jalapenos on the counter.
When we’re not walking to parks, learning letters, making playdough, tattling on friends, getting crafty, eating breakfast, lunch, and various snacks…we’re totally doing nothing.
Two Wednesdays ago, it rained. I decided to take a walk out to the boat house as the rain poured down from the clouds floating overhead. I walked slowly and deliberately, without shoes. My feet sank into the wet grass and squished into the mud beneath.
I’d want Superman on the job. People look down on Superman because he’s so goody-goody. But he’s super strong and nearly invincible.
My 14-year-old daughter, who I lovingly refer to as Drama Queen thinks Glee is all that and a big bag of chips. As a 46-year-old heterosexual Caucasian male, I think its lame.
When it comes to creating magic in the kitchen I tend to spice things up a bit. And no, I’m not talking about kitchen sex. It doesn’t matter if you’re a world class chef or if you rock a hot plate like no other, there are a few things that you always want at your fingertips. I guess you would call them your “go to” items
No Radio Shacks, but the electronics department at Walmart is bangin’.
Mom’s rock. They totally do. This is for my mother and for all mothers. Including the guy mothers.
I have told every single guy (and girl) I’ve ever dated this fact to avoid them bringing me flowers. It’s not that I wouldn’t appreciate the gesture. The thing is, the gesture of wanting to bring or send me flowers for no reason is quite nice. I’d rather it never happen, though.
Today I “discuss” Amanda Bynes, Octomom, Kanye West , what to get your MILF for Mothers Day and more.
That’s Jack in all his glory. He’s someone I look up to and I’m appreciative of his straight forward answers. “With a keyboard and a computer,” might seem like he put no thought into it but I know he did. I also know he answered the question exactly as I asked it and I should have known better than to ask a smart ass a question like that.
Saturday morning I woke up, thought about doing something worthwhile, then went back to sleep for a bit. After waking up I decided to ride my bike and do some soul searching.
An hour later I found myself dodging people around the Long Beach Harbor and thinking about my life, how I view myself and how I need to do something about both those things.