dad...you're a discoball

dad...you're a discoball

Random bits of a single dad

The bro-in-law known as Alpha Male sent me my annual box of Tees.  I was ordered to take this pic and send it to the sister unit.  Except more inappropriate/weird t-shirt pics soon.

The bro-in-law known as Alpha Male sent me my annual box of Tees.  I was ordered to take this pic and send it to the sister unit.  Except more inappropriate/weird t-shirt pics soon.

I’m not always so good with the gifts (or cards)…but when I do…I really nail it.   
Look at all those pretty fake leaves from SoCal.  I can’t wait to see them (and Treat Lady) at Thanksgiving!!!
penelopethechug:

Treat Lady’s favorite cup from Uncle Disco Ball Dad

I’m not always so good with the gifts (or cards)…but when I do…I really nail it.   

Look at all those pretty fake leaves from SoCal.  I can’t wait to see them (and Treat Lady) at Thanksgiving!!!

penelopethechug:

Treat Lady’s favorite cup from Uncle Disco Ball Dad

Fall is here.
Sitting my my roof…drinking a beer…in my undies…on a warm breezy autumn evening…after an amazing day. NBD.

Fall is here.

Sitting my my roof…drinking a beer…in my undies…on a warm breezy autumn evening…after an amazing day. NBD.

This afternoon after dropping my daughter off at the bus stop, I sprinted up one of my favorite Vermont mountains: Mount Abe. An amazing day. I did it in about 2 hours 15 minutes…which isn’t bad for a 2.5 mile (5 mile round trip) mostly vertical ascent. 
It was glorious…even at a fast clip. This is my fifth mountain this summer. It has been way too long since I’ve hiked this much.  Definitely going out next week too!

This afternoon after dropping my daughter off at the bus stop, I sprinted up one of my favorite Vermont mountains: Mount Abe. An amazing day. I did it in about 2 hours 15 minutes…which isn’t bad for a 2.5 mile (5 mile round trip) mostly vertical ascent. 

It was glorious…even at a fast clip. This is my fifth mountain this summer. It has been way too long since I’ve hiked this much.  Definitely going out next week too!

You know what I suck at?

I mean…I suck at a lot of things. But after looking for my social security card for the last 2 hours (which I finally found) so that I can get my driver’s license renewed (which expired on my birthday), I came to the conclusion (again) that I really suck at the whole keeping important/legal shit in in order. I think I missed that day in school…or I was just never born with the gene. Some people are ninja masters at filing stuff. I’m a piler, which works in Gmial (thank baby jesus for email search), but not in the physical world. 

A serious question for the ladies…

So…at home I am a bit of a dictator when it comes to lifting and closing the toilet lids (one or both depending on one’s business), but particularly closing them both when done.   However, when I’m in a co-ed public restroom - like the one in the coffee shop I’m working in this morning - I leave the seat(s) up after I’m done peeing because most guys never put them up before spraying all over them. 

I wonder though, is this the proper co-ed public restrooms protocol? Thoughts?

Finn left this at his mom’s over the weekend and gave it to me today (with my requisite/annual pair of socks and chocolate chip cookies).  I honestly have no words for this. It blew me away. It’s funny, it’s smart (it references an amazing book that he read at camp this summer) and it’s thoughtful. It’s the fucking trifecta you hope for your kid…at least I do with mine. 

Ok…I know you are tired of hearing about my b-day. This is it. I just needed to share this one last thing. 

For my birthday…

Both Finn and I got sick. Super sad face. 

No Montreal. No birthday shenanigans. I did sleep about 12 hours however. 

Now I get to work today..on Sunday. Yay me!

penelopethechug:

Happy Birthday Uncle Disco Ball Dad! Good thing Treat Lady isn’t there. From the looks of these pics of you guys as kids, she would be drooling over your cake and then get mad if she didn’t get a piece of cake quick enough.

40 years later…little has changed between me and my sister.

The early morning birthday selfie is the worst tradition ever.
Early Fall allergies are kicking my ass and after a late night at the Fair last night, my old crusty puffy eyes are showing my years. The filter on the pic is my gift to you today.
I always feel like I should write something profound on my birthdays. Like a list of goals for this next year or a reelection on the year just past. Or that I should pass on some valuable life lesson I’ve garnered in my 42 years. And year after year profundity eludes me. All I can think of is something like…I like coffee and kittens. 
I mean here it is: At 42…my life is good…and weird…and super complicated…and full of a lot of joy and love…and it will be like this forever and ever.  Part of it is that I’m ridiculously lucky despite the lack of any grand plan. The other part is that I’ve paid attention and (mostly) owned my shit to make adjustments as I go along and (try to) make good things happen moving forward. 
Do I wish certain things were different? Sure…doesn’t everyone to a certain extent? It’s not in my nature to dwell on the what ifs and should ofs (but I do have plenty of them). I have never prescribed to the school of thought that I will or should arrive at x place in life by y time.  The whole new agey “life is a journey and not a destination” axiom (embarrassingly) rings true for me. If I am constantly evolving and changing and growing - as is the world around us - it seems like a set up for failure to think that who I am and what I want now will be the same in 5, 10 or 25 years from now. It has always felt constraining to me to live life this way.
Well that escalated quickly. Oof…off your soapbox old man.  Honestly at the end of the day,  I find comfort and strength in the wisdom of the modern day sage…Taylor Swift (with some editorial license): 

I don’t know about you
But I’m feeling 42
Everything will be alright
If you keep me next to you
You don’t know about me
But I’ll bet you want to
Everything will be alright
If we just keep dancing like we’re
42, ooh-ooh
42, ooh-ooh

The early morning birthday selfie is the worst tradition ever.

Early Fall allergies are kicking my ass and after a late night at the Fair last night, my old crusty puffy eyes are showing my years. The filter on the pic is my gift to you today.

I always feel like I should write something profound on my birthdays. Like a list of goals for this next year or a reelection on the year just past. Or that I should pass on some valuable life lesson I’ve garnered in my 42 years. And year after year profundity eludes me. All I can think of is something like…I like coffee and kittens. 

I mean here it is: At 42…my life is good…and weird…and super complicated…and full of a lot of joy and love…and it will be like this forever and ever.  Part of it is that I’m ridiculously lucky despite the lack of any grand plan. The other part is that I’ve paid attention and (mostly) owned my shit to make adjustments as I go along and (try to) make good things happen moving forward. 

Do I wish certain things were different? Sure…doesn’t everyone to a certain extent? It’s not in my nature to dwell on the what ifs and should ofs (but I do have plenty of them). I have never prescribed to the school of thought that I will or should arrive at x place in life by y time.  The whole new agey “life is a journey and not a destination” axiom (embarrassingly) rings true for me. If I am constantly evolving and changing and growing - as is the world around us - it seems like a set up for failure to think that who I am and what I want now will be the same in 5, 10 or 25 years from now. It has always felt constraining to me to live life this way.

Well that escalated quickly. Oof…off your soapbox old man.  Honestly at the end of the day,  I find comfort and strength in the wisdom of the modern day sage…Taylor Swift (with some editorial license)

I don’t know about you

But I’m feeling 42

Everything will be alright

If you keep me next to you

You don’t know about me

But I’ll bet you want to

Everything will be alright

If we just keep dancing like we’re

42, ooh-ooh

42, ooh-ooh

When Finn got his new camp name this summer (Owl in the Forest), I came up with a silly name for myself: Hammer Thyme. Guess what Finn gave me for my birthday? :)  I friggin love that kid.

When Finn got his new camp name this summer (Owl in the Forest), I came up with a silly name for myself: Hammer Thyme. Guess what Finn gave me for my birthday? :)  I friggin love that kid.

You are my favorite!

7 Days of Midlife Awesome

Rather than continuing to call my 40s a midlife crisis, I’m going to steal a saying I read. I’m now officially having a Midlife Awesome! 

In the run up to my birthday and keeping with the significance of sevens theme, here is how I’m ramping up to 42:

Sunday - 90 minute deep tissue massage

Monday - Beautiful long after dinner walk with Finn

Tuesday - Workout with Finn (I’m really loving working out with him these days). 

Wednesday - Drinks and Trivia night with friends

Thursday - Dinner with Finn

Friday - Best Fair Ever!

Saturday/B-Day - Montreal

Additionally, next week my gym is going to do a workout I designed for my birthday (there’s a competition there this weekend so they couldn’t do it on Saturday). It’s 42 reps of 7 movements, but with a kicker if you don’t do all 42 unbroken. I call it…yep…

The Midlifer

Chipper of 42 Reps of each:

-Toes to Bar
-Box Jumps 24/20
-Pullups
-Wall Balls 20/14
-Kettlebell Swings 24/16
-Air Squats
-Pushups
Prescribed: Each time you stop before finishing 42 reps, do a two burpee penalty. 
Then: 72 Double Unders  (I was born in 1972)
So much numerology voodoo in that one!  It should be fun.
I’ve been so busy today, I never got around to posting this. I hope you all had a good Wednesday.

I’ve been so busy today, I never got around to posting this. I hope you all had a good Wednesday.

GPOY - The all prettied-up for client meetings edition.
Or… Just another self serving dickheaded car selfie.

GPOY - The all prettied-up for client meetings edition.

Or… Just another self serving dickheaded car selfie.