Happy Thanksgiving Everybody

I'm thankful. Thankful for my life, my love and my health. Have a great season, everybody.

Thankful:

Double Improv Weekend.

Homey on Friday PrimeTime
THEMS gets a stowaway at 10:30

It'll be good to be back. I missed it, and my creative cauldron is bubbling over. Time to pour some out.
Of course I miss the improv, but what hurts the most is the people I don't see nearly enough. Improvisers are the most insane, childish, self-loathing, creative, wonderful, lazy, nerdy people in the world, and I love them. See you on Friday.

Suspension of Disbelief

For everyone who is clamoring for a resolution to the Facebook conundrum, here's what happened...

I actually signed up an account, went to my 20th reunion Facebook page, took the details and left. Never to return. I've since gotten 150 friend requests that I've ignored. Not because I don't like anyone, but because I don't like Facebook. I just don't have the time.

But, something interesting did come out of this. I reconnected with a person from Way Back. A girl. A first love, or at least first crush.

I was apprehensive to resume contact to say the least. To be completely honest, all of my happiness and successes have been a direct result of meeting my wife, so I'm not interested in anything that would jeopardize that. But, the impact of a girl from your past telling you that you're her greatest mistake is great for the ego.

My wife, of course, it totally cool with the whole thing. She busts my balls everyday anyway, so this is just fuel to the fire. It's why I love her.

So...to go to the reunion or not, that is the question.

On one hand, I loved my 10 year reunion. But we were all young and willing to party. And party we did. It was...interesting to say the least. It was like Less than Zero, and I was Robert Downey Jr.

Now, the plan is to go to Mass(catholic school reunion) and a possible picnic with kids and spouses. Not exactly my ideal weekend. In fact, it sounds like a snoozer.

Viva La Revolution

It's August now. Another short summer.

Interesting things afoot. I was just contacted by an old friend from Grammar School regarding a 20(ish, we passed it a bit ago) year reunion. The reunion itself is no big deal. I'm comfortable enough with my life, wife, money and status that it's not very stressful to me. What is much more fascinating to me is how they came to find me.

Facebook. Which I am most definitely not on.

Friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of my sister, who obviously knows my info.

Listen... I'm not hiding from anyone. As a matter of fact, the girl who originally wanted to find me grew up a block from my house now. The girl who finally found my sister...I saw her mom 2 weeks ago.

I'm back home everyone!!! If you can't find me, it's your own damn fault. I'm a believer in the fact that I kept in contact with everyone that mattered to me. If you don't have my info, it's probably for a reason.

Now I'm forced to decide whether or not to continue the blissful ignorance of a facebook free lifestyle, or sign up and be inundated with useless knowledge of people's whereabouts.

Here's Grace at her Ballet recital. It's cute and disturbing at the same time.


Here's Jack in his native environment.

Happy Father's Day

Father's Day. A contrived holiday, but I'll take it. This is my 4th. Until this year, I've never planned anything for Father's Day. Content to stay at home all day with Grace and Jack, I've never felt the need to go fishing, or to the nudie bar, or off to a baseball game or anything. I treat Father's day as a family day. I am a nerd.

But...

NOT THIS YEAR, Suckas!

My wife, the love of my life, mother of my kids, and all around kick-ass human, has given me 2 gifts this year.

1.
Wilson Ci7 Irons. Golf Digests 2008 #1 rated irons. Unlikely to help my game in any way, but pretty as hell. I can no longer blame inferior equipment.

Even more wonderful...



Full disclosure: I'm a hippy. A true blue, dreadlocked, mud covered, smelly, wookie trapped in the body of a nubile yet aging, middle class, fat white guy. My wife knows this fact about me. And is generously sending me across the midwest to follow the band that started it all for me.

Keep on keepin on, and I'll see you down the road.

Coming out of it.

My tulips are budding, so it must be spring. Currently raining and 38 degrees. Gonna drop some pics from our Easter trip to Colorado Springs:

From Garden of the Gods:


Pike's Peak Zoo:


Last but not least, Grace being Grace:


The bra belongs to the Mother-in-Law. I don't know how many husbands read this blog, but here's a friendly word of advice...Try not to ever see your in-law's giant bra. It leaves scars that don't easily heal.

Anatomy 101

Well, as is typical in the Higgins household, Late Jan/Early Feb is more about hunkering down and riding out the winter than anything else. The days of snowmen, snow forts, and snowball fights has given way to indoor activities like Wii's Enchanted Princesses.

But, one thing of note happened during yesterday's bath time. My wife wondered why Jack's balls were so saggy. So I got to invoke the "Do your balls hang low, do they wobble to and fro" nursery rhyme. So that was nice.

Yes, my son has old man balls.