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MY PAIN IS YOUR GAIN

I'm a single father of two beautiful chidren and I live in Novato, CA. I am also the embodiment of several neurotic tendencies. But you will find that out soon enough.

I'll be writing honest blog entries about my trials and successes as a single father. Tune in to hear about my foibles and learn about all the mistakes you shouldn't make. I take the hit, you gain the knowledge.

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Brain Dump

Just some odds and ends that don’t deserve full posts....

O and A and I hit some garage sales yesterday. They seemed to charm the owners out of tons of toys that I didn't drop a penny on.
"Oh, just take it." or "You can just have that, sweety."
We came home with a fools ransom of castles, dolls, clothes, tiaras and more.
They then proceeded to play beautifully together in their room with their new treasures for five solid hours.
Sometimes the universe is kind.

Have you backed up your data recently?

In July, four ex girlfriends, from many years ago, found me and emailed me. What is it about the alignment of planets that makes things like this happen?

If you have a baguette that sat out a little too long or has been pulled right out of the freezer, lightly rub it with a wet hand and place it in the oven for 10 minutes on low heat.

How often do you clean out and reorganize your refrigerator? Mine gets completely disorganized in about 24 hours. I don't get it. I swear some icy leprechauns do it in the middle of the night.

Last week I made a list of 100 things that have made me happy in my life. Looking back over that list, I realize I am a hopeless nerd. Nerd things make me happy.

The one time I walked along the north coast of France, I couldn't believe my amazing luck at coming upon a retired British Airman telling a small circle of people about him piloting the first bomber run on D-Day. It was an amateur historian's wet dream. I was only able to hear about thirty seconds of his tale when I was called back to the car by the group of people I was traveling with. They were not going to wait, and they didn't care about my complaints when I climbed into the back seat. Success in traveling has less to do with where you go than it does the people you go with.



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