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I built a blog. I built it fast and furious, and spent a pile of hours, money and energy trying to keep it growing.

Every day was consumed with ideas for growth, transactional commenting, focusing posts on what would draw people rather than what I really wanted to say.

I built it with the excitement and fervor that I put into everything initially, and then it only took a couple of events to push me away from it.

Now some, including my wife, would call that ADD. Hell, I have called it that myself.

But the past few months have taught me something else that has been slapping me on the back of the head for a very long time, and I've been ignoring the hand.

I have a life out of balance.

I recently went on an outing with my daughter. We went to do something that she wanted, that it was uncommon for a Daddy to attend, and we spent the whole day, just her and I. And she has talked about it every day since.

And I realized I have a life out of balance.

I've been working hard. At work, at home, at my life. I'm simply trying harder. At everything. Trying to be a better Dad. Trying to be a better husband. A better employee. For as much as I have tried to paint the picture of the humble father who is fully in attendance in his life, I have growing room still. A lot.

So I am back to blogging today, but it is going to be different. Because like my daughter and her friend peering into the abyss of a scarcely populated tank and wondering what they are supposed to be looking at, I am seeing things in my life that shouldn't be, and not seeing some things that I should.

Join me in my quest if you wish. I hope to catch up with each of you at some point soon, but give me time. I will be going at this slowly. But know that I think of each of you, and read you often still.

Thanks again to Angie
for another ragin' Wordful Wednesday..."

Tuesday's Tribute - Target Angel of Death.

I need to learn how to read the signs better.

When you're about to leave for an important meeting, it is NOT the time to go ask someone to bend your glasses.

When you walk in to make this mistake with your glasses ANYWAY, and the lady who comes up to help is the same Angel of Death you almost strangled last time,

and when you don't run from her, and allow her to take said glasses to her contraption of doom without even looking at how they currently sit on your face,

and when you try to inform the back of her head that the glasses are crooked because your ears are as well, and that they simply need a slight adjustment...

and finally she says over her shoulder "I hope you don't need these today".

That's then the Angel of Death plunges her trident into your ignorant soul, and further informs you that your favorite frames are no longer stocked.

Target giveth, and Target taketh away.

Eat it, Target Angel. Tuck into a big steaming pile of it. I will be cursing you all week as I blindly fumble through my own powerpoint presentation entitled, "How to keep your job despite the trident in your ass."

WW - I was all like Dr. Doolittle and sh*t.

Some days I really suck at this Daddy gig...

But the on other days...

I rock the kasbah.

As male, Daddy, co-head of household, and feature testosterone-laden headliner, when given a task such as attracting and handfeeding hugefuckinganimals from our car while my adoring fans sit feet away screaming their heads off...

I rock. Hard.




And then there was nothing left to do but take my bows, boil my hands, and return to fatherhood sub-mediocrity. sigh. little moments.

I'm coming back soon, not that I was ever really gone...I'll explain more later. In the meantime, my friend Em has the right idea. Smart cookie, that one.

Thanks again to Angie
for another ragin' Wordful Wednesday..."

You have lost your punctuation privileges.

Ok, that's it.

If you don't know what an apostrophe is for, you are ordered to cease using them.

And before you waste the energy to tell me I am an elitist hypocrite, be advised...I already know. I knew before you did because I'm better than you.

By the way, you can find this punctuation abomination as well as many more at HomeGoods.

If you need me, I will be filling my afternoon looking for semicolon opportunities in Domestics.

WW - SSShhhhhhhh........

Seriously.

Nobody. Move.

Thanks again to Angie
for another ragin' Wordful Wednesday..."