tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34660106453525411572024-10-06T23:52:19.483-05:00Life Between NapsJimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-60794096020850110502015-02-19T11:31:00.001-06:002016-01-25T09:01:05.920-06:00Eight Years and Two Quarters
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Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-48681699078148067642014-03-05T10:20:00.001-06:002014-03-05T10:20:55.246-06:00The PictureAll I can tell you about the picture is that it’s perfect in every way. It is perhaps the only known photo to carry every single human emotion on the face of the Earth. It is splendid with exhilaration. Oozing with terror. Overcome with joy and speaks to an infinite sadness. Every time I look at it, I have a hard time remembering anything else that happened that day; there is only this momentJimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-62345384419159577362014-02-11T11:13:00.000-06:002015-10-22T19:51:26.609-05:00Romancing the StoneThis has been rewritten and edited for your viewing pleasure. It can be found in the soon to be released book Life Between Naps. Link and info coming November 2015.
Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-24768005819317789762014-01-14T09:49:00.001-06:002015-10-22T19:52:08.435-05:00Costco and The Bigger Picture
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Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-32446742126515052762012-05-14T09:28:00.000-05:002014-11-06T09:56:35.264-06:00Say You, Say FreeOur downtown date night is nearly upon us! And in anticipation of this event, I've been tidiously toning my body through a strict regiment of cardio and Pilates. A body, which is being fueled by an abusive cabbage diet. All this - - so that I look my best when the lights go dim. As the days grew long and the nights short, the anticipation surrounding our night grew. With the smell of Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-88910959952818057552012-05-02T11:49:00.001-05:002014-11-06T09:50:47.236-06:00The Hulk & The PalomarLast year I forgot our anniversary. Forgot! Like not even close to remembering! I just thought the tickets to see Ricky Gervais, the dinner, the uh... other stuff was just an awesome weekend. Then Cathy asked whether or not I got her anything. I paused, smiled and tried to give her the uh... other stuff again. It took 2 nights on the couch and an all to easy (for her) day of silence and Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-63517264668241101952012-04-23T09:20:00.000-05:002014-11-06T09:47:06.750-06:00Cooking with Gods (The Cocotte)I'm devastated, she was a member of our family. She was close to 60-years-old and a part of every meal, its been hard on the whole family. Its been a very sad week indeed. She always wore teal, she was strong, but nothin' last forever. My Le Creuset 5qt, round french oven has died, broke, in fact.. She split, from the handle to the bottom, her enamel's chipped and I got a piece of it stuck Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-64063648046080366972012-04-09T10:34:00.000-05:002012-04-09T12:15:30.520-05:00Awesome Puma Man (A "free" for me letter)Since joining the gym it's been hard to feel the burn when my clothes don't have an attitude. Target brand shirt, Umbros I've had since 1993, black socks and whatever pair of shoes that have the least amount of dog poo on them. I need a gym look, an awesome gym look, so I wrote to one of my favorite companies... Puma.
Dear Puma,
The other day I was at the gym whaling on my quads and Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-9046608053813870652012-03-28T10:40:00.000-05:002012-03-28T11:55:30.222-05:00The Cost of HappyWhen I was 6, I wanted to a Cowboy. One year later my expectations grew and I decided to pursue a career as an astronaut. By the time I turned 8 there was a regression of sorts… I wanted to be a Polar Bear.
Finally, at the age of 36, I got my act together and figured it out. I want to be rich. I don’t want to worry about things I can control if I have the means to do so, that’s what moneys’ Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-28182686377050737072012-03-07T11:15:00.001-06:002015-10-22T19:52:48.092-05:00From Beneath
This has been rewritten and edited for your viewing pleasure. It can be found in the soon to be released book Life Between Naps. Link and info coming November 2015.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-88943697333940613192012-02-27T09:00:00.000-06:002015-10-22T19:53:09.884-05:00The BudgetThis has been rewritten and edited for your viewing pleasure. It can be found in the soon to be released book Life Between Naps. Link and info coming November 2015.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-64726383200621140212012-02-22T16:12:00.001-06:002012-02-23T09:27:04.135-06:00Newer Update.Wait for it.... Wait. For. It. LBN is coming back! New look! New stories! Guest writers! New Ocean Breeze scent! Audio (I'm not sure if this is possible). Photos! Weekly reviews of shows I don't watch! All that and more completely ridiculous and nonsensical utterances, which may or may not be limited to celebrity appearance and product placement. See you in a bit.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-65847091596114795832010-08-05T09:27:00.002-05:002010-08-14T10:07:53.223-05:00An Agument for Nice Things“Why do you have to argue with me?” Yes!!!!! The fact she’s suggesting we’re currently engaged in a verbal joust of right and wrong should be all the information she needs to swallow her pride and walk away, but it’s too late…
My eyes widen. Like a lion whose spotted a three-legged gazelle, my mouth begins to sweat. My heartbeat… Boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom begins to speed up. A euphoricJimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-50082023133155614692010-07-08T10:20:00.006-05:002015-10-22T19:53:58.705-05:00An LBN AnniversaryA year ago today I sat down and wrote about an experience I had at a grocery store and released it on a blog I called Life Between Naps. Since then I have written and placed many more of my experiences as a full-time, unemployed, stay-at-home dad here, there and everywhere else I could. To my surprise LBN got pretty popular, acquired many fans, was on the radio and slowly a following was born.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-24423060745439296432010-05-14T09:56:00.006-05:002010-05-17T10:54:33.260-05:00Death and the CityI look at the T.V. I look at my wife. I look at the T.V; I look at my wife, uh-oh… Don’t do it, don’t do it, for the love of God please don’t -- and there it was. It started as a slight upward curl of the lips, followed by the opening of the mouth, a flash of teeth and finally a faint breathy chuckle. Even before she uttered a word my stomach was rebelling and my mouth was beginning to fillJimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-63400694035528215022010-04-29T15:18:00.002-05:002010-04-29T17:53:13.484-05:00The Shape of DoughWell it’s officially that time of the year when the flowers bloom, the grass greens, the birds sing and I put together a feeble attempt to get into “banana hammock” shape. That’s right folks; summer is just around the corner, which means beaches, gardening and oddly choreographed shirtless flexing when I take out the trash or retrieve the mail. Its hard body time! No more hot dog breakfasts Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-27804361118908033272010-03-25T16:14:00.002-05:002010-03-25T18:53:25.705-05:00From Lucy's Lips IIII place a delicious looking plate of spinach and cheese quesadillas in front of Lucy. She takes a few bites before looking up at me…
“Daddy, these tastes awful.”
“Hey, that’s not a nice thing to say. Awful is a pretty mean word and I worked really hard on those.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. These tastes disgusting.”Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-71898010320330304332010-03-14T21:01:00.004-05:002010-03-15T13:02:10.471-05:00You Better RecognizeI refuse… flat out refuse to blame Cathy, my loving wife, for her crude assumption, lack of couth, class and respect toward a dedicated husband who after close to one year has painstakingly acquired all the finite skills necessary to be called a
stay at home dad Domestic Engineer. Instead, I think I’ll blame America. Oh wait, scratch that! Society, I want to blame society. No wait, maybe Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-71983874540726479882010-02-24T14:12:00.001-06:002010-02-24T18:49:54.085-06:00The Week OfLBN's new semi-regular feature about the things, thoughts and conundrums overheard during the course of a week. Otherwise a bunch of small instances that are good enough to mention, but didn't necessarily deserve a whole story.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Due to weather, distance and prior commitments the LBN team settled on this particular weekend to celebrate Christmas with my family in Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-74076827374859315372010-01-27T14:33:00.006-06:002010-01-27T15:31:18.535-06:00Fresh“Daddy, I want a different glass of milk, this one taste funny, I think it’s fresh.” I roll my eyes; knowing all too well that further questioning would be futile, for once Lucy deemed something “fresh,” it was otherwise undrinkable. With her arms folded squarely across her chest and her nose pointed up at the poorly hung chandelier illuminating our dining room table, she pleads for a new glassJimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-45055622986589292102010-01-21T08:27:00.003-06:002010-01-21T10:22:10.561-06:00UPDATE: 2010Hey Everyone-We're sick! We're not dead (stupid wikipedia). Between dodging speeding phlegm-bits and uncrusting snot covered nostrils, I've been working hard to get LBN crusin' into the new year, unfortunately a run of sleepless nights and the emergence of a new tooth have definitely slowed the creative process a tad. However, I'm hopeful that LBN will have a new post before Monday, if not Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-80519320395067214432010-01-07T08:39:00.003-06:002010-01-07T12:13:03.569-06:00One Too ManyIt’s hard for me to pin-point exactly where it all went wrong. But if I were to take an educated guess, my money would be on the moment Cathy said her company Christmas party was an “open bar.” Fourteen hours later I find myself cradling the toilet and looking up at a very curious three-year-old. “Daddy, you don’t look so good.” Her shrill voice pierces my brain and sends my eyeballs into my Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-73317227449714852252009-12-17T13:33:00.003-06:002015-10-22T19:55:03.137-05:00An Artificial CompromiseThis has been rewritten and edited for your viewing pleasure. It can be found in the soon to be released book Life Between Naps. Link and info coming November 2015.Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3466010645352541157.post-37435583331303187612009-12-07T23:29:00.005-06:002009-12-07T23:43:39.181-06:00Why I Can't FlyI think Lucy has super-powers. I know-I know, it’s crazy, but she does things… super-crazy, supernatural, super-powery things, that are quite frankly - - unexplainable. Had I been able to recognize her potential as a superhero sooner, we could very well be living in some super swanky underground bunker/fortress/hideout/cave, with aliens, Bigfoot, a slide and Tang… lots and lots of Tang.As I sitJimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12698970451961550606noreply@blogger.com3