I have long forgiven my parents for dressing me like a miniature golf caddy from the 18th century, but I know the adverse effects still linger somewhere in my psyche.
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Crying Wolf
September 25, 2009 – 7:11 pm
Certain personality traits lend themselves to mythologizing, and in light of certain events, even common words can take on mythic proportions and special connotations. Most of these small, quite ordinary happenings take place on the way to the grocery or church or baseball practice.
Finally, an iPhone app I can fully endorse
September 23, 2009 – 6:36 pm
A child never has to snuggle up in your lap and point to the pictures again! iStoryTime takes all the hassles out of putting kids to bed. Buy it today.
We’ll call it our DeSextroyer.
September 10, 2009 – 11:27 am
If only we could both be like McGyver and use his favorite hair pick, his Braun electric razor, the blade from his Simplicity riding mower, and parts from his Daiwa fishing reel to make a ray gun that would castrate every sexting jerk in the universe.
Who are the parents of these kids?
August 24, 2009 – 4:47 pm
“Love your neighbor as yourself†and “Lay down your life for your brother†get thrown out the window with any variety of projectiles—balloons, eggs, donuts, festive gourds, even biscuit dough.
How I lost my curfew
August 20, 2009 – 4:41 pm
My goal was always to be as quiet as possible. They needed to remember in the morning that I had satisfied the requirements of our arrangement, but I wanted drowsiness to prevent them from focusing too much on the exact time of my arrival.
Christians and Sex
August 17, 2009 – 9:51 am
* WARNING :: Read at your own risk. The following post is inappropriate for people of all ages. If you are uncomfortable with your sexuality or if a young white middle-class male’s detailed recollections of sex ed classes at a small private Christian school offend you, find another blog to read or subscribe to Joel […]
Piercings and Bill Leftfoot
April 30, 2009 – 2:46 pm
I celebrated my graduation from high school by doing things of which my parents would disapprove. Rebellion is nothing unique to me. We see the light at the end of the tunnel—freedom! No more rules, no more curfew. No more questions about where we’re going, who will be there, or when we’ll be home. No […]