Regular Life

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I once pulled up to a red light, looked at the vehicle beside me, and said, “Hey, that minivan’s kind of cool looking.”
Friend in the backseat: Dude, what did you just say?
I blame this on an old Hot Wheels car from my (as) distant (as it can [...]

Texas State Flower the bluebonnet and friends (click to enlarge and sharpen)
We all got up and had a boring breakfast of cold cereal bars and milk. I longed for a jacket. Ben and I hit the trail while Shannon quietly zipped herself up in the tent for a few more winks.
I knew based on the [...]

Shannon and Ben peek out from their test run in the tent. (click for bigness)
We took Ben on his first camping trip last weekend. We found out that Texas Parks and Wildlife officials are serious when they say killing is prohibited inside their parks. I’m just glad that instead of having to leave, we were [...]

I sat there in the minivan wondering what the policeman would say when he came back from his cruiser. I replayed the event in my head.
After a hearty and heart-stopping meal with my family, Ben and I got on the road to see his mommy and her side. Yes, the denotations “his side” and “her [...]

Photo by Shannon
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I overheard a dad talking to his son on the phone. I couldn’t hear the son’s end of the conversation, but I can imagine. Here’s what I heard…
The dad: Well, it isn’t going to get easier. I took 18 hours, sometimes 21 hours each semester, and I made it through.
Pause.
The dad: No, I didn’t work.
The [...]

It isn’t an elected position; it is an appointment. My memories of this no doubt will be fonder than the first time I received an appointment (more on that later). In turn, I would like to appoint five of my own (also coming up).
On Friday I was awarded the title of Thinking Blogger, by fellow [...]

I snapped 26 pics of Ben while he sat on a rock and talked. He moved his head the whole time, and this was my favorite shot. (click to make it bigger and better)
Although I try not to be “that guy” who only writes about his kid(s), it’s a simple fact that I’m a modern [...]

I realized while trying to shape this into a coherent post why I started writing.
Since my childhood friends and I first split into separate social circles, I prided myself on never succumbing to peer pressure. Until seventh grade, the kids who later became the jocks and cheerleaders regularly hung out at my house, and vice [...]

Click to enlarge and sharpen. (am I allowed to say that much?).