Saturday, February 28, 2015
Friday, February 27, 2015
If ever a work of art has captured the essence of familial love, it is this one. Gordy's attachment to his grandmother is clearly unmatched as she takes a break from packing boxes to explain to her daughter why she and Gordy were excluded from her recent marriage ceremony. Additionally, it portrays without irony the artist's deep understanding of matrimonial bliss as Hanna is empowered to move herself into her man's apartment the day after her wedding.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Meanwhile, Dave is telling his buddy Mike, "And our dual incomes will let me finally achieve the lifestyle of my dreams!"
In honor of Amy being able to quit her job, I've added the song Pretty Woman to the Jukebox.
But, really, I can't say it better than Josh did today at the Comics Curmudgeon.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
Oh, Little Gordy. What do we really know about you? You love television, and cartoons about rockets and big brown mice. You like robots and riding in the front seat like a big boy. And now, I'm just guessing, there's a new man in your mommy's life. So if you thought you were neglected before, you ain't seen nothing yet.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Since I can no longer follow this complex plot -- it's just that amazing -- I thought I'd share a few other thoughts.
Yesterday, we had snow. It started at about 10 a.m., and by the time I was driving home from work at 5 p.m., the freeway was packed with ice and piles of slush that slopped up on the undercarriage with a sloshy grate. Most of the cars on the Interstate seemed to be following best driving practices, with an occasional jerk weaving aggressively past anyone with hazard lights. But the rest of us caravanned at a steady 20 m.p.h. knowing full well that one wrong move would ruin the drive for everyone coming next.
My wife and I went to Maui last September, as you might remember, where the speed limit actually is 20 m.p.h., so I told my wife that basically it was like driving in Hawaii. I'm not sure everyone on the freeway agreed, but the association got me home calm, collected, and definitely cool.
Speaking of making it through the cold, here's a column by my favorite writer Michael Perry, that I know you'll enjoy.
If you like the article, you will love his books. This is one of my favorites:
Thursday, February 19, 2015
The Valencia Resort in Goleta. It's not a real place, unfortunately. Although there is the Bacara Resort & Spa in Goleta, and the Rancho Valencia in Rancho Santa Fe not too far away. Both are very expensive, but I've been reading about making your goals a reality through the power of visualization. I keep trying to visualize these resorts, hoping to go someday, but unfortunately, my visualization always drifts to Hanna and Sean's honeymoon. I lose interest, really fast, and start visualizing the Goleta Jiffy Lube instead. It's one of the best.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Monday, February 16, 2015
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
It was inevitable that Sean and Hanna would spend their lives making comparisons to their first marriages. I just didn't expect it to start on the way to the alter.
"I remember my first wedding, it was in a beautiful church. I remember my first wedding cake, it was moist and chocolate. I remember my first wedding witness, she was really young." The comparisons continue for six whole years. That's how long they have to live right?
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Monday, February 9, 2015
Hanna and Sean both look kind of embarrassed. As if they may have actually forgotten her, and had to turn around.
Speaking of embarrassed, the other day I saw my friend whose last name is Hastings and kept calling him Sean. His name is Todd.
Friday, February 6, 2015
This is a great plan, with lots of positive outcomes. Not only does it deny Amy the opportunity to attend her mother's wedding, but it means Hanna won't even have to tell her husband about their daughter and grandson until it's too late for him to back out. It's win-win.