Hello World,
How are you? I hear you’re having some difficulties as of late. As much as I would love to be of service, I’m just as sequestered as you. Perhaps more than some, perhaps less than others.
All in Dad Life
Hello World,
How are you? I hear you’re having some difficulties as of late. As much as I would love to be of service, I’m just as sequestered as you. Perhaps more than some, perhaps less than others.
It’s been a confusing time, as of late. We’re facing an unprecedented moment in history and though I’m certainly no authority, I feel like I am somewhat of an expert on the matter at hand.
My favorite thing to do on this planet is… hold that thought. Maybe I should think about this. No, this song is true. Bring the verse, chorus, verse.
Happy New Year!
If you’re here on the east coast of these United States, this bloggy is posting smack dab at the stroke of midnight at the start of a new decade. There’s a 96 percent chance I’m sleeping through the festivities.
What’s the worst thing that could happen to a bloggy? It gets run over by an 18-wheeler only to wake up from a coma 10 months later, in traction, every bone in its bloggy broken, and come to find out, the whole world is now made of tapioca pudding.
Well, I’ve done it. I’ve been bouncing back and forth and around the horn and through again between and upside out with these templates.
I’m not blogging this week. Why? Because I’m on a bloggy break. This one doesn’t count. There’s nothing to see here. Just a placeholder for the week of July eh, what’s today’s date? 24th? I don’t think it’s the 24th yet.
The calendar says we’re now in the second half of 2019. Really, time? Is that how you’re going to play it? Very well then, let’s reflect.
I’m busy contemplating many things, including but not limited to marketing Marcus, finding time to draft new projects, figuring out how to present/possibly package said projects, reading and blogging Shakespeare, anticipating Frozen 2 with frosty breath (OMG it’s gonna be so good!)…
This is what a thousand words looks like. This is how it feels to be inside a thousand words. Welcome.
Routine. Routine. Routine. It goes on and on. Everyday you make the doughnuts or do whatever it is that you do. For me, I wake up next to the boy. Usually he’s crawling all over me by 6:00 and I submit to morning.
It seems that most successful blogs do a lot of Buzzfeed-esque writing. Since I don’t have the staff or the mindset to deliver clickbait content about Jennifer Anniston’s latest hairdo (does she still have hair?), I’ll have to supplement with another trick I’ve learned from perusing other blogs: create a worthless list.
As is often the case when I’m out and about with my kids, strangers do often stop me in my tracks to give their honest opinions on what they observe.
Being that my bloggy is now fully functional and borderline self-aware, I want to use today’s space to lay down some ground rules. And then break them.