A few years ago, I found myself thinking about buying a Jeep. Not a Grand Cherokee, or a Liberty, Patriot, or Compass, but a proper the-doors-and-roof-come-off Jeep. I realized then that nobody makes a better Jeep (that I can buy here in North America, that is) than the Jeep TJ (now the Wrangler). This meant that for a very attainable price, I could have "the very best." Sweet, I thought, I can have the Bugatti, the Louis Vuitton, the Dom Perignon of Jeeps.
I bought that Jeep. It was horrible. And months later, I sold it.
So I decided to take my over-powered computer speakers home. Well, technically I took home the subwoofer and threw out the crappy speakers, but that's another story.
Saturday mornings usually start one of two ways: a gentle kiss on the cheek accompanied by two smiling faces hovering over mine, or violent shaking accompanied by two tiny, impatient, chattering faces hovering over mine. Either way, I'm up! We let mommy sleep as long as we can (usually while we make pancakes) and eagerly await her sunny face peeking around the corner to join us. That's when some of the best Saturdays take shape. When my wife wakes up, she often does so with an inspired idea for a day trip.
This is the first time I've ever written on the subject of Father's Day. It's not a day I really look forward to. I mostly think of it as a chance to sell greeting cards. My kids and my wife tend to spoil me, which I like, but despite their efforts, I feel odd about this day. Guilty, even.
I was at the park the other day with Mason and Story when my friend Jason appeared with his twins. He lives close by, but this was not his local park. He told me that he and the kids were "park hopping." Great idea! I'm totally banking that idea for next weekend.
Not even lousy weather could take the warm and fuzzies off of an opportunity to climb behind the wheel of not one, but two different Police Interceptors (that’s fancy police jargon for cars, I think) on a closed course and driving them like I stole them.
Thanks to Ford Canada, I had just that chance on a cold, grey day in April.
As the husband of a successful mom and entrepreneur, this is a topic near and dear to my heart. I've seen first hand how tirelessly Alexandria (also known as Clippo) worked to build her business. Which is why I'm so happy I was able to help out early on to vet her business ideas to find one that paid her a decent wage for her blood, sweat, and tears.
Personally, I use a full-sized brewer. It makes copious amounts of coffee at once in the most cost-effective way. But sometimes one cup of coffee is really all you need. Whether you’re grabbing a little alone time, or married to a weirdo that doesn’t “do” coffee (seriously, that’s weird), there are times brewing a full pot is both a waste of time and potentially a waste of the other black gold.
There's no getting around it, I don't have a current enough vocabulary to describe the 2012 Hyundai Veloster in terms that will resonate with the 20-somethings I figure are the Veloster's target market. At first glance, at least, this looks like a car designed for 20-somethings, doesn't it? Is it hip? Dope? Rad? Sweet? I haven't the foggiest idea — I'm a dad, and even if I did, coming out of my mouth they'd still be awkward.
