Someone told me my last post sounded like it was written by the crabby old guy that yells “Get off my lawn!!” That wasn’t the tone I had going in my head, but I can totally be the get off my lawn guy. I have an excellent Get Off My Lawn Gabe story. Those of… Continue reading The Day I saw Osama Bin Laden and Matt Damon at the Airport
As Dave Matthews sings, "So much to say so much to say so much to say." I haven't been at the old MacBook in awhile. All kinds of things rolling around in the circus that is my brain. I should be upstairs sanding the floor of my latest Pinterest project. Pulled the grossest piece of… Continue reading So Much to Say
Here I am again putting off starting my next home improvement project and/or mowing the lawn. Waiting for my pre-workout Bro Drink to kick in while I pregame with some Diet Dew and sunflower seeds. I'll be sorry later, but what a glorious shoulder workout this will be. The one good thing about pre workout… Continue reading The Only Person that Really Gets Me
Music is like the Force in my family. It runs strong. Especially on the Zwilling side. Before I could afford a therapist or could even admit I needed one, I had music. When my dad would disappear, or my parents were getting divorced, remarried, and then divorced again, I had music. When I got dumped… Continue reading My Morning with Lauren and Aretha
I tried to have a little heart to heart with my brain this morning to convince it that just because I actually went to bed early for once, did not mean I wanted to get up early. Yet here I am. My twelve year old chocolate lab Copper seemed to know I was getting up… Continue reading Contemplating Life at 3AM Whether You Want to or Not
Edit: 08/14/18 NOTE: After some further thought and wise comments I want to point out that without volunteer parents flawed (like me) though they may be, there would be no hockey for us to enjoy at all. They take a lot of abuse and are accused behind their backs and to their faces of favoritism… Continue reading Worst Part About Youth Hockey are the Parents; Chapter 1 Screwing up Tryouts/Evaluations
We found out this morning this world got a little bit darker. We lost our friend and brother in Christ Mike Mire. I guarantee Mike came busting through the gates hands raised and hollering in his best Cajun, his excitement to be home. I also guarantee whomever mans that gate immediately thought, "Uh oh this… Continue reading Heaven Won’t Know What Hit it
If you were paying attention I actually deleted the Part 1 entry due to becoming anxious over the use of the douchebag terminology. I began to imagine all the people who might see that and think lowly of me. However, while at the gym ironically it occurred to me if I'm doing this honestly as… Continue reading Part 2….Douchebaggery at the Gym
Before I begin, the urban dictionary provides the following definitions I will be using. Douchebag The term "douchebag" generally refers to a male with a certain combination of obnoxious characteristics related to attitude, social ineptitude, public behavior, or outward presentation. Though the common douchebag thinks he is accepted by the people around him, most of… Continue reading Douchebaggery at the Hockey Store, the Gym, and in General Part 1
Jacked Up Dad 