Core Beliefs

Man at Work

stubbygray@gmail.com (Un-doers) — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 16:17:00 +0000

Corey is working all kinds of crazy hours at the warehouse during the holiday season. He *doesn't have time* to write or post. Please come back in January.

Despondence

stubbygray@gmail.com (Un-doers) — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 13:28:00 +0000

Susanne found this at Me Against Them.

Thank You for Voting Early

stubbygray@gmail.com (Un-doers) — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 16:02:00 +0000

Today Susanne and I pulled up to our designated polling place. In the past, we would have had to park three blocks away and step directly from our vehicle into line. This year we parked right out front and strolled past volunteers sipping coffee and chatting--unlike past elections where they were shouting orders and breaking up fistfights. There were four empty sign-in stations so we chose the ones closest to the door. We received our ballots from the volunteer who, I could tell, was proud of us for doing our civic duty. We filled out the proper circles, fed our ballots into some sort of robotic mailbox, received our stickers, and we were done.

I'd like to offer my sincere appreciation to all the patriotic and impatient Americans who helped make my election day experience so delightful. Thank You.

Illicit Behavior

stubbygray@gmail.com (Un-doers) — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 18:15:00 +0000

Last night Susanne and I did something naughty. After we put Kiddo to bed we retired to the bedroom. We dimmed the lights and I waited on the bed while she got her "surprise" out from its hiding place. She returned with a shopping bag and dumped its contents onto the bed. My eyes widened and a wicked grin spread across my face.

"This is OUR secret," she said. "No-one can know about this."

"Oh, don't worry," I said. "I don't want anyone finding out either."

We were about to begin when she said, "Imagine if Kiddo walked in on us right now and saw this? Oh my god, how would we explain it?"

We exchanged horrified glances and Susanne ran to lock the door.

She jumped back onto the bed and we began tearing into the biggest pile of candy I've seen since I was a kid. There were Swedish Fish, War Heads, Nerds, Blow Pops, and dozens of other various forms of fruit flavored sugar. It was ecstasy.

The cost of sleeping in

stubbygray@gmail.com (Un-doers) — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 14:56:00 +0000

I awoke this morning to the scent of mayonnaise. When I opened my eyes I saw a cheese sandwich sitting on the bedside table. My four year old daughter rushed into the room and informed my wife and I that she made breakfast for us, but she might need some help cleaning up because there was peanut butter "all over."

Yesterday I emerged from my room, bleary eyed and semi-conscious, and had to steady myself in the doorway before attempting to navigate the "obstacle course" she'd set up in the living room using every toy she owned.

These are just samples of the many "projects" Marley undertakes in the few hours she has to herself before the grownups get up. The extra sleep we get is so important to the overall health and happiness of our family that we never scold her for the colossal messes she makes. Instead we may offer some advice, such as, "You may not want to microwave eggs in the carton kiddo," or, "Daddy isn't really hungry for a ham sandwich first thing in the morning, Angel, but thanks for thinking of me."

Quiet Time

stubbygray@gmail.com (Un-doers) — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 14:48:00 +0000

Monks take vows of silence in order to achieve inner peace.

The only way I could reach inner peace is if everyone stopped talking to me.

Alone Time

stubbygray@gmail.com (Un-doers) — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 20:57:00 +0000

I've heard that there is a feeling called loneliness, and that people sometimes suffer from it. I don't have this problem. I suffer from something I call togetherness. It's a feeling I get when I need to pick my nose, but there are people in every room of the house.

Love Letter from Your Wife

stubbygray@gmail.com (Un-doers) — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 02:38:00 +0000

Have fun with your blog, baby.

You're the (Core)man.

I love you.