Here’s a shoutout to all my amateur psychoanalyst readers, and you know you all are, deep in your hearts, amateur psychoanalysts, otherwise you wouldn’t be trolling the depths of the Internet to nibble on the ramblings of the Big Ugly Man Doll. So here’s the setup: First, I’m actually a pretty liberal guy, about as liberal […]
Number One Son is attending Catholic Indoctrination Classes, because, ya know, everyone should have to, otherwise he’ll grow up to have nothing to talk about with his therapist. Anyway, he came home several months ago complaining that, “all they talk about is God, God, God, God, God.” Today I found that, clearly, the topics have diversified, […]
A Aaargh! Quiet back there! B Both of you, be quiet! C Christ, will you stop talking while I’m on the phone? D Damnit, I said be quiet! E Echoes are for canyons, which is where I’m going to throw you if you don’t stop talking! F For the love of God, shut up! G […]
So there I was, taking number one son to his swimming class. This class is run by the county and relies on volunteers to help the kids with everything from proper swimming stroke mechanics to the more basic “don’t drown in this, it’s wet” kind of instruction. As we approach, the guy in charge waves […]
In the continuing saga of “We’re Doomed”… The alarm starts the radio this morning and WifeOfTheBigUglyManDoll hits snooze. The secondary alarm walks in and asks for breakfast – the Very Hungry 7-yr-Old would like two slices of leftover pizza. “Sure,” says I, and I get up and fetch his pizza while he fetches a plate. […]