Tag: daughter

The Ballad of Ball-O

The best part of Ball-O is the story of how we got him…

It’s like living in an Adam Sandler movie.

No one has to validate your happiness. You just have to feel it.

It’s a mixture of bad advice growing up and a few too many times where I felt that I was putting other people out with my presence.

In my day, we didn’t have internet. We had prank phone calls and they were awesome.

I had no idea where this concept came from. For the record, I have never stolen gas.

Here’s the twist. I don’t wonder that.

Glitter, rainbows, and the pure, unadulterated chaos of a Scandinavian Death Metal mosh pit.

The thing is, I get it. I get why he wants to run around in the middle of the night…

It’s not about speech, spectrums, or understanding. It’s about who we are as people.