tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122431492011-07-28T03:45:40.260-07:00Kids, No ChaserHenrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.comBlogger1781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-25485977624562160742010-08-29T23:00:00.000-07:002010-08-30T19:17:49.166-07:00

Something funny happens with parenting. About year 5 or so…you finally let go of your life before kids. It’s like some hazy distant memory bathed in golden dappled sunlight from that summer in Mexico in 1986.Early parenting is like sporting fresh heartbreak, you go from day to day in your new situation unable to shake or accept the fact that you’re no longer dating Angelina Jolie. And to make

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-31290418582006430262010-02-25T21:28:00.000-08:002010-02-26T00:32:10.421-08:00

Yeah we’ve gone zone defense. Tres kids. I had this great idea to blog more with the birth of my third child, to document the first year of his life with great detail in order to preciously encapsulate his entry into this mad crazy world. What the hell was I smoking.You know, going from zero to one child is definitely the hardest. It reshapes your entire identity. I don’t give a damn who the hell

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-49564155251270481082009-12-01T14:22:00.000-08:002009-12-02T08:01:17.526-08:00

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-34996978025416810572009-09-22T19:48:00.000-07:002010-08-29T23:36:34.612-07:00

You take an LA punk band named after a NYC borough and have them release a Mariachi album. You know what you get? The beautiful soundtrack to my current life. With the house we bought and all that comes with it ( you see what I did there Dan?) 2009 has been a series of dervishes and small fires. But with 60% of our boxes unpacked after living here for 4 months, I’m starting feel enough of a

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-45598913440793252452009-08-10T11:23:00.000-07:002009-08-10T11:28:11.461-07:00

That’s odd. Yeah I’m sitting here in my living room and it’s oh…10 am and I’m all alone. I don’t work Mondays and the kids are in preschool and the wife, she got called in to work today to sub out another doc. And I’m thinking to myself…when in the hell was the last time I had a day to myself?Damn. Maybe 4 or 5 years?I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m kinda into this parenting/husbandry thing. But I’

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-4820386519955891412009-08-02T23:37:00.000-07:002009-08-03T00:16:08.146-07:00

So I was at a kick ass brunch this morning celebrating the double baptism of my boy Fayedunnaway’s daughter and nephew when his wife, who I usually try to hit on because our boy Puffy is no longer around to hit on her, turns to me to tell me something about MetroDad.First of all MetroDad is my boy becausea) We’re eerily similar in numerous odd ways.andb) Homie gave me a shout out on his blog way

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-27649382281155531542009-06-13T10:26:00.000-07:002009-06-13T10:35:26.962-07:00

“What’s that?”“It’s the Stanley Cup Final”“What’s that?”“It’s called Hockey”“How come they---“AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGHGHGHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”“How come you yelled?”“AAAAARGARRGGGH NONONONONONONONONOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”“How come NONONONONO?”[heavy breathing]“No Yelling Daddy!”“It’s called Hockey”“Ok Dad”“See the puck?”“No”“It’s right there”“No”“Now it’s there”“No”“It’s there now”“No”“See it? It

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-74988312033684327182009-05-21T12:08:00.000-07:002009-05-27T22:28:53.882-07:00

This is not a home. It is a love story.It was at the end of what would later be called our first date, looking for furniture for her home, me along for the ride solely because of my cargo capacity vehicle, that I walked into her house, burritos (that she bought us) in hand: fat chubby Salvadorian payment for my schlepping assistance.You own this house?Yeah.Sweet.She gave me a tour. I saw her tiny

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-9344297777187438842009-04-28T16:29:00.000-07:002009-04-29T22:07:54.466-07:00

Your mom packed you kids up along with a bunch of toys and met me after work at the other house, the one that we didn't want to buy but the one we had to see nonetheless because it was on the market and a bunch cheaper than the house we wanted. You kids ran amok in the dark old walls of this wacky home as I looked at all the potential it held. Your mother saw only a dilapidated old house with bad

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-41142935438093028642009-03-17T21:40:00.000-07:002009-03-17T22:04:43.274-07:00

This month has been a complete whirlwind. We've been undergoing supersecret project 9000 which is of a sensitive nature and a complete timesuck. However from within this frantic dervish of which I shall share much of in the future upon its supersecret completion...I rise my head long enough to whisper...ahhhh it's my favorite day of the entire year.We've been so busy that tonight is the first St.

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-12887496892516284562009-02-16T22:01:00.000-08:002009-02-17T00:35:19.318-08:00

Uggg the rain. Yeah I'm not a rain person. I'm not a cold weather person either. Most people think it's ridiculous that I would consider Northern California as too rainy and too cold but....it is. And yes I do understand that compared with the rest of the world, the Yay Area has a comparably high warmth/dry score. Meh. Still too cold. Still too wet.So we're all cooped up inside. The backyard is

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-77093679545547916062009-02-14T00:00:00.000-08:002009-02-14T00:00:00.667-08:00

I was in 5th grade. Me and my buddy Mike had gotten his older sister to take us to the movies. It was a cold night...and we were warmed only by the fact that we were getting into an R-rated film. Little did I know, during the next two hours I was about to permanently form every notion I would ever hold about Love for the rest of my life. The year was 1983 and the film was Valley Girl.Anyone who

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-12085785446160316552009-02-10T21:43:00.000-08:002009-02-10T22:23:17.408-08:00

Our default Monday is spent at the California Academy of Sciences. Golden Gate Park is beautiful....as is the drive over this rickety old bridge soon to be replaced by some newfangled thingermabob.We usually think we're gonna save money by bringing our packed lunches which is an absolutely marvelous idea...until we break down and blow $20 on two desserts and 4 drinks. You know what though...only

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-50076623769530892922009-02-07T16:56:00.000-08:002009-02-08T00:17:48.740-08:00

Yeah so there's this thing called the recession. Times are tough and money's tight. Funny because growing up in my family no matter how much money was flowing into the family empire...times were ALWAYS considered tough and money was always tight. In a dramatic reenactment of a scene from the Cosby Show, one day my immigrant father sat me down to have a serious conversion about fiscal realities to

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-29569194827711782222009-01-27T19:56:00.000-08:002009-01-27T22:16:11.963-08:00

David Blaine's got nothing on us. I mean c'mon...buried underground for a week, trapped in an ice cube for a few days, standing on a pole for awhile. Pshaw. Try parenting nonstop for four years. You just got pwned Blaine.Yeah it finally happened. Me and the wife got our first real break from parenting in 4 years. We got away for a weekend without the kids.You know that look on Blaine's face when

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-59393742059432982392009-01-19T16:54:00.000-08:002009-01-20T22:52:52.493-08:00

I owed my boy a toy kitchen. I'm talking over a year now. My wife claimed he loved playing with toy kitchens. Just like she claimed he would LOVE a toy stroller. I'd be the first to admit that I really didn't want to get my kid that stroller. My wife thought I was being a Neanderthal about it. I told her it was like seeing him wearing a USC jersey....I know it doesn't mean he's going to go to

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-46909693438463786042009-01-14T13:27:00.001-08:002009-01-14T22:41:42.405-08:00

Yeah time huh. It um...flies? As you can tell by my last post I've been in a bit of denial about the whole winter thing. In fact, what better way to ignore winter than to...ignore winter. So let me stretch here a little bit and put on my blogging slippers. Shake my head a bit to get the gears/marble rolling and begin explaining my absence.My garage was a mess.It's almost clean now. Wow what a

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-81625469543433226342008-10-10T23:13:00.001-07:002008-10-10T23:20:13.291-07:00

Yeah I'll admit. I'm in denial. I refuse to accept the fact that summer is over. Seriously, when the hell did time decide to ramp up all of a sudden? I turn my back for one second and suddenly there are Christmas trees up. Can't we at least wait for Holloween? Jeeze I'm trying to finish a damned snowcone here. Ahh well...Here's the latest Offsprung.com contri. Smell it before the ditto ink dries

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-1344290925458778412008-09-04T14:35:00.000-07:002008-09-08T21:34:08.002-07:00

Today you are a man. Childhood is over and it's time to stare life squarely in the eyes and say defiantly, "My man-ness has no equal, my ferocity no joints". This summer I finally ended my academic career, and today I packed you up in the morning to begin yours, and like some long distant nomadic son of Ghengis I gave you some figurative yak milk as you mounted your little horse and rode over the

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-71788089106227952532008-09-03T19:59:00.000-07:002008-09-03T21:09:25.934-07:00

Ahhh Labor day. There's a Holiday for my Dad. Let's celebrate Labor! Labor is the only measure of a man...and it always wins. That's unfortunate because it trumps my charming potbellied smarmy je ne sais quoi. Labor.....always.....wins. The whole turtle and the hare thing. Brains and talent really really mean nothing. The sheer bruteforce strength of labor can overcome every obstacle. Not too

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-34562818572901534032008-08-31T23:25:00.000-07:002008-09-01T23:51:43.264-07:00

Everything comes to an end. The gaming clan I founded rose to become an international powerhouse before it's founder (me) and leader (me) woke up one morning (3 days ago) with the sobering realization that he (me) was applying Six Sigma to a group of kids who typd lik dis. WTF? Seriously, I'm pretty sure it's almost over. And it came just in the nick of time because this weekend was Labor day.

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-12300765907922910532008-07-05T13:55:00.000-07:002008-07-06T01:35:43.729-07:00

Let me just put this out there. I hate the environment. Ok ok environmentalism. I prefer the correct term of conservationism or preservationism because I still hold onto my belief that oxygen was the greatest poison that this world has ever known, and if those poor little anaerobic species had any clout or opposable thumbs, they might have been able to stave off the apocalyptic disaster that

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-44561000383947118352008-07-01T20:53:00.000-07:002008-07-06T15:05:52.398-07:00

So here I am. Driving in my old beat up Jeep, down a hill, with the evening peaking and bathed in the last little bit of Northern California light which seems to last forever during the summer. The dirty bits of Oakland and strip mall heaven of Hayward down below. Like the day I drove to my wedding, crossing the Bay Bridge to a weird and wacky life before me, I was now heading into new territory

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-41578468791231011212008-05-03T09:43:00.000-07:002008-05-03T10:52:51.959-07:00

Ok in my defense you do have a bit of a reputation for crying wolf. Someone even looks at your train funny and you scream bloody murder...."What happened little buddy?""My Train""What? Someone took your train?""No. Someone wants it.""Err...what?""He wanted my train.""But he didn't touch it?""NO."Hmmmm. So this morning I heard you crying in your room and I thought maybe you just woke up on the

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-50809750338477678442008-04-19T21:11:00.000-07:002008-04-19T21:40:42.065-07:00

These are apples and pears, cockney for stairs, hand picked and shipped to me from a small family organic farm. They sit on some sort of fabulous silver thingermabob. Now as parents you toss aside many things. I got no nights out. I got no fast car. I got no city view. I got no entourage. I'm losing my mojo/steelo/and street cred along with my hairline to some far off land called thetwenties. I

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-60234011337142088222008-04-11T14:39:00.000-07:002008-04-11T20:56:22.868-07:00

I kissed my son goodnight and he was two years old. And I awoke the next morning, and he was gone. And in his place stood a three year old and I smiled and wished him happy birthday. And the son I knew, the one who was two, I realized that I had kissed him for the last time the night before, and I would never get to see him again. "Im Treeees?!"Yes son, you're three.I am a broken record, with a

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-92226599628127611632008-03-21T20:28:00.000-07:002008-03-21T21:25:01.130-07:00

So yeah I have a little problem. I play Team Fortress 2 like nonstop. Can't stop. It's too awesome. I'm seriously thinking of scrapping this blog and switching it over to a TF2 fansite. Yes I am retardeded. Anyway, I've always prided myself in being able to add things to my life without too much disruption. Work. Family. School. That kind of stuff. Each new thing just kind of streamlines

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-33105079007681588342008-03-10T20:25:00.001-07:002008-03-10T20:45:53.972-07:00

Yeah I got a backlog of material. I got stories of old time Mexico. I got airport hacks. I got wisdom about celebrity babies. Yeah I got a lot of stuff to spew...But right now, at this second, all I have is this... I just delivered the deliverables to my marketing client. Consulting project is done. Client happy. A crapload of work completed. Kids are asleep, well almost...Conman is loudly

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-17075310003354530232008-02-27T20:18:00.001-08:002008-02-27T21:12:29.659-08:00

Somewhere far off in the distance there is a hint of a life once lived. A nagging memory that I cannot for the life of me reel in. A small voice that lifts itself from the surrounding din. It whispers to me..."UR teH suxXorzz". tEh nettertubes? Is that you?You know that scene where the dude is somehow turned into the evil dude and he's running around doing awful things much to the glee of the

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-3263285289131742732008-02-17T22:25:00.001-08:002008-02-18T08:51:33.156-08:00

Since Henri has gone underground (well, more literally, downstairs) and all but vanished from the blogworld I've been left with the remnants of abandoned blog ideas and jokes. Does he really think I can entertain the masses like he does? Here follows the most lamest suburban mom journaling. D**n I can't even figuire out how to move the pictures around.Cabo 2008: was a blast. Mix 8 parents (

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10497938165006951662noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-40475883574258915612008-01-20T12:27:00.000-08:002008-01-28T14:24:50.775-08:00

T'was the week before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring because the kids were asleep and the Mom had the flu and she had made one desperate plea to her confused and slowly angering husband before she passed out in bed...please....make....the....toffeeDear baby Jesus, please come down from heaven with your little baby Jesus powers and strike me dead as I stand

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-40097875725823484022008-01-17T21:56:00.000-08:002008-01-17T22:12:28.640-08:00

Woohoo I'm alive. Sorry for the absence, I've been on sabbatical. I've spent my time delving deep into personal growth areas comprising mainly of my skill and ability in the field of a little something called Team Fortress 2. In fact, I cannot guarantee that I will ever post anything ever again. Toss in the fact that Capcom is working on Street Fighter 4 and the Vegas odds makers have put my

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-64733624203100341202007-12-20T01:15:00.000-08:002007-12-20T01:56:17.098-08:00

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-60990078247040844532007-12-04T22:51:00.000-08:002007-12-05T00:29:24.817-08:00

The past few days I've been thinking about James Kim and one thing that really brought a smile to my face was reading a Yelp review that his wife Kati wrote about a club in the city. And although some might imagine that she should act the grieving widow 24 hours a day, forever and a day, I couldn't disagree more. Getting on with happiness, or as close as you can get to it, is what it's all about.

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-46769324115202911802007-12-03T23:33:00.000-08:002007-12-03T23:45:41.259-08:00

A year and all that it holds. The laughter, the farts, the bad jokes and a few good ones. The bravado, the hope, the awkward uncertainty, the mundane and the brilliant. The beers and whisky, milk and toast. The time-outs and pirouettes. The love. That big crazy love. The hope and healing. The reflection of all that we strive to be. The appreciation of but one day more of this world. One day more

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-51613549652965073412007-12-02T14:50:00.000-08:002007-12-02T14:55:37.180-08:00

I dare you

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-74217283821043911922007-11-18T10:56:00.000-08:002007-11-18T10:58:26.071-08:00

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-17470424621507890282007-11-17T11:06:00.000-08:002007-11-17T12:02:40.645-08:00

1. Henri doesn't get tagged, tags get Henried2. Henri doesn't check which side of the diaper is the front, nothing can turn their back on Henri.3. Diaper Genie asks Henri for wishes4. Henri doesn't potty train, Henri potty bullettrains5. Henri's kids don't get Time Outs, the universe pauses so Henri can talk to his kids about sharing. 6. Henri doesn't know the 5 types of baby cries, Henri only

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-24516358799799859212007-11-14T20:33:00.000-08:002008-11-15T04:04:45.274-08:00

It was like any other day. I had spent the day working. Had eaten my lunch. Had come home at the usual time. Had played with the kids. Sat down and had a nice dinner. Got the kids to bed. Watched Out of Ireland. Oh wait....big announcement. I am trying not to drink beer. Oh wait never mind. Upon reading the silliness of that statement I have immediately cancelled my new health and fitness plan.

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-31951016309451210472007-10-31T00:05:00.000-07:002007-10-31T01:16:35.583-07:00

I don't like hoedowns. I don't like hay or tractors or square dancing. But you sprinkle a bit of Fatherhood on it and suddenly I find myself on a hayride. Seriously I was sitting on a Bale? I believe they call it a bale of Hay. On a tractor. Going really slow. I was passing scarecrows holding little joke signs such as the wildly witty: Where do mummies swim? In the dead sea. Seriously. Or take

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-34674291103663016132007-10-26T09:30:00.000-07:002007-10-26T09:40:37.580-07:00

Here's the latest Offsprung video.

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-36973283792997153992007-10-25T21:45:00.000-07:002007-10-25T22:13:43.704-07:00

Once upon a time there lived this little Korean boy and one day he was passing by a storefront on the way to play some Dragon's Lair when he paused for a moment to gaze upon the reflected grandeur of his leather jacket with 47 zippers and metallic mesh shoulder pads. A strange thought entered his mind...maybe, just maybe, this jacket is ridiculous. As he scratched his head with his single silver

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-73468561908583495962007-10-16T20:55:00.000-07:002007-10-16T21:42:28.295-07:00

A man's gotta face his demons. Or at least say hello while passing through the hallway on the way to the bathroom. As fall shifts to winter, I know that as sure as the rains fall in Northern California, I will once again face Demon #256: Work/Life balance. And I'm not here to bore you about my ongoing struggle with this tired issue (too late) but I will say that up until recently I thought I had

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-28132077152620435322007-10-08T12:00:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:45.756-08:00

So there I was. Staring at some poo. And everything was in slow motion. There was a boy laughing at the toilet. There was me giving high fives and feeling like Rudy when he got into Notre Dame (Don't you dare make a single comment about the Notre Dame/UCLA game this past weekend, I swear to god I will reach through teh internetz and knuckle sandwich you). And when I was about to look for the

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-4012649921646982062007-10-01T23:24:00.000-07:002007-10-02T20:19:48.025-07:00

So we shot down to LA this weekend to revive my soul. I'm like a Beluga whale or Narwhal and um LA is like my arctic air and something about blowholes and metaphors about surfacing and blah blah blah. Anyways I was looking weak and my wife took pity on me and we all piled into the car for a micro emergency trip to Los Angeles to try and revive my constitution.We only had about 24 hours to spend

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-61258594109959982072007-09-25T19:53:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:46.222-08:00

So the wife, being an eyeball specialist, has these gigs occasionally where she must travel from one teaching institution to another. And on these occasions it's me vs. the kids. So I thought about liveblogging the whole thing when I realized...there's no way I'm gonna be able to free myself up in the midst of the madness to liveblog. So here's a brief review of my day as a single parent.Day

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-18451646940930487012007-09-17T21:58:00.000-07:002007-09-17T23:05:18.773-07:00

Some days you just plain get your ass kicked. Not a funny witty smart-ass isn't it cute ass kicking, I'm talking plain old fashioned knock your teeth out ass-kicking. I'm not going into details about how damn awful today was because hell, it was bad enough the first time, just know that it started off with a 4.5 hour Anderson Window consultation. I am not joking. 4.5 hours. These damn windows

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-71540958181669011012007-09-15T23:34:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:46.467-08:00

A long time ago I used to paint. I had my first solo exhibition the year I met my wife. I took her to the opening and conned her into thinking I was deep. And then got sidetracked by grad school and marriage and family and career. And suddenly I wake up one morning and think...whoa what a funny trip I've taken. That was fun, now let's get back to painting. The good stuff. The stuff that gets your

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-5891966120614328742007-09-10T21:12:00.000-07:002007-09-10T21:27:54.354-07:00

Ahhh the fence. So there's this picket fence that I have been working on for, last time I checked, like 1 year. You cannot let me try to design anything. I get lost in the process and think and rethink and design and redesign and just continue to chew my design cud and ruminate endlessly in design bliss for hours and days and months until finally my wife steps out of the house and screams "FENCE!

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-46082857164647946392007-09-10T01:14:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:46.976-08:00

Somewhere out there, if you're reading this in LA, could you do a guy a favor and hop on Pico and drive towards the ocean until you see this sign. Step inside, don't worry you'll eventually adjust to the lack of light whatsoever, can you order me a LK Martini, drink it, walk outside, light the camel that comes with it, point north and take a deep drag. Thanks, it's 1:30 in the morning and I'm

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-13964312815932108132007-09-08T21:28:00.000-07:002007-09-08T21:40:40.885-07:00

You know what parents need? Alcohol. Ok maybe. Alright maybe not. Breastfeeding mothers sometimes skip on the alcohol. So what do Dads do when the want to drink girly mimosas all morning and then beer and then whisky at night? Ok maybe just two mimosas. Ok and I’m cutting down on the beer. Alright just one whisky at night. Jeeeeze has no one around this house ever read Leaving Las Vegas!? Let a

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-64067396992863615612007-09-04T22:19:00.000-07:002007-09-04T23:17:55.372-07:00

To My SonNever put anything in yourcoffeeorwhiskyThe rest you'll figure out. Love, Dad

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-44017725999079815252007-08-30T20:48:00.000-07:002007-08-30T22:38:21.148-07:00

may you ride forever and a daymy sweet sweetgirl.may life flow with a speed and direction thatseems effortless andlight.may all beauty come find yousated yet openmay viciousness heel and accompanyyou on your journey as yourcompanion and friend,may angels follow your light in theevening,may devils find reasonbeside and not within you.may flowering forces belie your presenceand like light gases

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Our Friend Mr. RattlesFun with Dog WaterThe Sun Looks FunnyFun, Fast, and Easy: Driving a SchoolbusSlingshots go Backwards TooLivingroom Campfires and Other Rainy Day FunGuess that Flavor!En Fuego: Bottle Rocketry 101McDonalds is MagicThe Spears Method

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Henri: Wanna do it?Cindy: Not this second.Henri: What do you mean “not this again”?!Cindy: I said not this Seconduh.Henri: Yeah, me neither. I was just conducting a marketing research poll.(time passes)Cindy: I thought you were busy watching Deadwood anyways?Henri: I’m living it.Cindy: Hardy Har HarHenri: I’m here all week folks.

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-28832759699934553622007-08-22T21:24:00.000-07:002007-08-22T22:48:57.692-07:00

If I have to read one more book about a lost caterpillar or talking train or some little plucky barnyard animal I'm going to lose it. And don't get me started on Dr. Seuss. So imagine my surprise when we opened up this old library book and I read...Every day, at sunrise and sunset,the pigeons burst into the sky.The pigeons belong to Mikeand live on the roofof an abandoned, burned-out building.He

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-470096900025933622007-08-17T13:33:00.000-07:002007-08-17T23:06:57.775-07:00

So once a year we try and make it out to someplace nice. Usually around the anniversary/wife’s birthday. One year we went to Gary Danko, one year we went to Jardiniere and oh yeah the year the first one was born all we could do was drag our tired asses half heartedly to Cheesecake Factory. For Lunch.Well we’ve learned to manage chaos a lot better and this parenting thing does in fact get a bit

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-17416155507770613802007-08-14T00:22:00.000-07:002007-08-14T01:04:17.373-07:00

Ahhh Sunday. Sometimes when the wife isn't looking I'll slip in an extra day of work into the week. The best thing about 6 day work weeks is that that seventh day feels so damn good. It feels better than having two days off. It's kinda like working on a bullet stuck in your arm with a pair of pliers for a few hours and then finally popping that sucker out. Ahhhhh so nice. Such sweet relief. So

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-22119881322689863522007-08-10T21:49:00.000-07:002007-08-10T23:53:58.623-07:00

Wooo Hooo! This totally trumps the "somewhat tolerable" review we got last year from that other magazine! For those outside of San Francisco, 7x7 is by far the coolest city mag here in the Yay Area. They have to be cool to dig our little indy blog out of the sea of superblogs, either that or somebody hit a deadline really hard and accidentally Googled "Puff Daddy Mohawk" instead of "Respectable

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-80847121344952006672007-08-09T15:18:00.000-07:002007-08-09T16:13:07.528-07:00

Anatomy of Domestic Disaster (Author’s Version)4:56 Phone rings when I'm with a patient, can't answer.6:45 Step out of office on my way homeOhh look a minivan!6:45 Check my phone for messages6:47 Get into Ferrari Helicopter listening to messages6:48 No messages from wife (extremely important part of story)6:49 Start driving6:55 Call wife, no answer6:55 Accidentally drop phone on passenger seat

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-24599560417966714572007-08-05T23:52:00.000-07:002007-08-06T00:22:12.554-07:00

There's something really strange going on in my house. I've watched like a crapload of CSI like at least 2, maybe 2 and a half, episodes and I know that some science should lead me to the solution of this mystery and I can't wait to get some science stuff going on to apply to how I got up for one second while eating with my son and came back to find a bite missing from my dessert bar and then

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-57458711076469732862007-08-03T23:52:00.000-07:002007-09-05T13:59:00.555-07:00

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-66181414732079659562007-08-02T21:16:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:47.530-08:00

Man I’ve never been a skinny guy but high holy almighty have I gotten fat lately. I’ve never been one to really be bothered by how fat I got but damn this is getting silly. My beer/whisky/and one more beer belly has always maintained about the same size, like about 32 weekish…but now I’m growing San Quentin man boobs. My weight twin, Fayedunaway, is like 6’3”. I’m like 5’7” in Jimmy Choos. I

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-22942239923340244922007-07-28T16:27:00.000-07:002007-07-28T21:50:55.768-07:00

I’ll take the city. I’ll take the city over the country any time. I’ll take graffiti over wildflowers. Alleys over canyons. Pidgeons are my owls, bluejays, coyotes, frogs, minnows, bunnies, deer, and ocelots. At the same time being a parent means applying a whole other standard for your kids. For some strange reason I feel that the urban environment is not good for my kids. But is this really

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-83972335691229467882007-07-24T10:27:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:47.762-08:00

There are paths in this life that one should not wander down...dark unmarked paths. Sometimes we stumble upon them unwittingly and before we know it, we are deep in the underbrush, far from where we began. I have taken such a path and find myself far past the river’s delta, and am now in the heart of it all. I know now, far too late, this wicked course that I have embarked upon and have gone too

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-6955291190266599772007-07-14T22:29:00.000-07:002007-09-05T13:59:00.555-07:00

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-20243599110973796122007-07-12T22:10:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:47.977-08:00

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-81403053356901805302007-07-12T20:37:00.000-07:002007-07-12T21:16:22.941-07:00

Damn we've been married for four years this 4th of July.How could so short a time hold so much of my life.You are the Exene to my John Doe. Umm before they split up that is.You know what I mean. Like Fireballs. I love you like Fireballs baby.

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-70813432562143013022007-07-06T15:12:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:48.190-08:00

[Longwinded Tale]We woke up pretty early that day worried about the traffic getting into the city. I had a pork butt to ghettobake for a bbq later that afternoon. You woke me up with your usual sippycup banging into bedroom door routine. You block your door as I push your sliding pajama’d 36 pounds across the wooden floor using only the force of wood against your forehead. You laugh like always

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-66354671225653300242007-06-26T15:09:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:50.522-08:00

Babies :: Weddingsa) Haircuts::Rollerskatesb) Driving::Taxesc) Reverse Transcriptase::George Foreman Grilld) Lint Roller::BeirutAnswer: All of the aboveWe took a trip down to San Diego for a wedding this weekend. We decided to drive…I still have no idea why the hell that seemed like a better option than flying. Some highlights…Missing our departure time by two hours: Why is it that packing up two

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-7897292913897332812007-06-21T12:32:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:51.055-08:00

So I’m in Okinawa preparing for the Obon festival and I stumbled into a bar in which a bunch of military guys are trying to break blocks of ice with their bare hands and I’m laughing my ass off because you totally have to rotate your hips more and this one big dude asks me if I think it is so easy why don’t I give it a try and I’m trying to talk my way out of it because I don’t want to brag about

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-74015831433997131322007-06-19T12:08:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:51.329-08:00

Just wanted to say thanks to Jeff Yang for mentioning us in the San Francisco Chronicle website article on Asian American Fathers.Here's the full post I submitted to Jeff...On being a father….As a Korean American I have the burden of the genetically ingrained draw towards pathos that simultaneously makes all great Korean film ridiculously tragic and all sons of Korean-American Fathers workaholics

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-72854424388326787052007-06-18T19:47:00.000-07:002007-06-18T22:37:33.921-07:00

Press PlayMy dear and fading youth. To say I will miss you is an understatement. So bright and fierce, goofy and brilliant; you’ve stuttered and spat, pirouetted and smiled. We lit fires in Hollywood and stumbled drunkenly through Sunset. We’ve had our fights and our moments of grace but we’ve spent more days apart than together recently. The time we have shared lately has started with “remember

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-47305081905628905272007-06-14T17:34:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:51.890-08:00

So I’m hanging out in the second most dangerous city in California waiting for my tacos when I get the creepy feeling I get every time gunfire is about to erupt and I stop to reflect upon the amazing pearl of wisdom that I have in that instant birthed: In case of gunfire, step away from the taco truck. I’m smiling at how clever I am and hope that I will survive the next 5 minutes in order to pass

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-43460755355160241872007-06-09T15:03:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:53.234-08:00

Yeah lettuce damnit. If you know me at all you know I hate fruit. And vegetables aren't exactly my favorites either. But you know what I do love? Little House on the Prairie. That's right damnit. Little House on the Mofo Prairie. That Charles Ingalls dude is my idea of real effing badass Dad and Father. OK I'll admit I haven't really watched a lot of Little House, and so I might be called out by

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-26483519714737171782007-06-06T00:21:00.000-07:002007-09-05T13:59:00.556-07:00

Now with Sound!

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-59127227537143453442007-06-03T11:31:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:53.746-08:00

Starsky, do you know a good drycleaner?My Uncle, why?Because we're gonna get grimy.We could shoot them with our guns...Then they couldn't go crying to Harkness or Danner.So we get grimy?No one said it would be easyGood thing we have two steering wheels then.[end scene]

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-82939301768229840912007-06-01T22:10:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:53.989-08:00

Yeah I know the correct definition of parenteral. I'm just too damn cool to use it right. I also know the definition of hipster parent: loser. Or at least that's what the anti-hipster parent movement will have you think. What's with this anti-hipster parent backlash? You know who's driving this anti-hipster parent bus? Neither do I but they're wearing some dope-ass Run Athletics sneakers son.

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-85495493792280645532007-05-25T23:26:00.000-07:002010-09-08T22:37:24.037-07:00

Somewhere, not sure where, but somewhere I am a much younger man. In youth I spent so much time being a jaded smart-ass that when I hit this strange land called married and kid and kid again I couldn't help but label myself as a different man. A dorky man. And I distinctly remember crossing that line, when I went from husband to father. In my mind there are cool husbands, but cool fathers? Not

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-79455784019738551642007-05-22T13:25:00.000-07:002007-05-23T15:55:08.850-07:00

After turning 2 something changed in my boy. I was expecting tantrums and little baby switchblades pulled on us when asked to sit nicely or not carry the cat by the tail. But while cringing in anticipation for all hell to break loose something strange happened. Language. Communicating with your kid is absolutely hilarious. Especially when he speaks selective Spanish. Our nanny speaks to him in

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-16919847204211754012007-05-20T09:01:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:54.937-08:00

Oh dear old college coffee table, you were so magnificent in youth. Like the Viking north, you steered the course in a sea of sheer madness, chaos, and entropy to offer a safe harbor for pizza or beer. How your faceted 1980s beveled mirror inserts reflected the beauty of popcorn acoustic Westwood ceiling. How sturdy you were in an onslaught of accidental college butts accompanied by the far off

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-33052013224389996872007-05-07T10:22:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:55.237-08:00

Yeah that's me. That dude with the potbelly and too short tie. And that face? That face is the face I make returning home from my first week back at work. You know looking back at my month off I guess there were a lot more things I thought I would accomplish. My great American novel is still at 5 pages long...the exact same five pages it has taken my ten years to write. The same five pages it was

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-47574238677735696722007-04-27T21:31:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:55.541-08:00

Since this blog is supposed to be about our kids, I'm clearly overdue with J's crazy birth story. But J herself was not destined to be overdue, or even due for that matter. Once I hit the two week mark I started seriously regretting having committed to working up to my due date. What was I thinking? A good friend had done it, saying her pregnancies had been pretty comfy. Hmm, well, the last one

Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10497938165006951662noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-36587597278308663462007-04-17T23:02:00.000-07:002007-05-12T00:34:27.682-07:00

So during the fantastic paternity leave of 2007 I am still enrolled in business school but oddly enough I decided to cut back to one single class. And it meets once a week. Have you ever had a one day a week week? You condense all of the dread that you have for the start of your work-week and unleash it all upon one little morning. I woke up today thinking...poop poopy kakka-poopy hell (its how I

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-28181787050838440782007-04-16T10:29:00.000-07:002007-05-12T00:34:27.684-07:00

I'm a TV junkie, always have been since I was a tiny child. I had a black and white set in my room at the age of 8? The one with the dial...the dial that you lost and you were SOL with a pair of pliers to change the channel. TVs back then we're tre cool in the fact that when you turned the set off you watched the screen get sucked out into a tiny little point in the center of the screen before

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-42856865338481423032007-04-12T11:54:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:57.874-08:00

Happy HappyJoy JoyHappy HappyJoy JoyHappy HappyJOy JOy JOyFinished product...$59 Harbor Freight Chinese Tool Carts totally kick ass over Pottery Barn. Plus magnets don't stick to wood.

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Hmmm...I have reached the strange state reserved for periods of paternity leave, time stranded on deserted islands, Fear and Loathing trips to the desert during college, and the great Vegas run of 2002...yes folks I have no idea what day it is. Absolutely beautiful. So anachronistic blogging from a pool of photos I somehow took along the way, although annoying, is a small price to pay for living

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-27556558873451381582007-04-03T23:32:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:04:59.849-08:00

So this is what it feels like. Being Dead Not Working. Actually not bad. There's just something right about being able to have lunch at the park in the middle of the workday with your wife and kids. I could get used to this.Never get between a man and his rib. I remember the first time we went out in public with our little ConMan. He must have been only a few weeks old and I remember feeling

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-14939193041014385752007-04-02T23:32:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:05:00.030-08:00

Can a man change his ways? Are we destined to relive the mistakes of our fathers? Does the apple fall far from the tree? Am I seriously not at work right now? When my small clinic got acquired by a big corporation I went from a business owner to an employee. As an employee in California I get 6 weeks of paid family leave a year. I decided to take 4 of them. I am truly in a strange land.I woke up

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-29117355533643800982007-04-02T23:20:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:05:01.617-08:00

I've heard that some wives have a few questions and/or misunderstandings about their husbands. Questions often arise around the subjects of asking directions, remote controls, going to the doctor, methane emissions, Monty Python, etc etc. Every now and then I get this funny look in my eye and my wife immediately lets out a groan...yeah that's right, it's time to fire up the smoker.Yesterday, in

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-58565103883223119502007-03-29T20:32:00.000-07:002008-11-15T04:05:01.775-08:00

I guess this is a bit late, but me and the Mrs. are proud to announce the birth of our little J-Girl. The crazy tale of this mad girl's birth soon to come.

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-2740480633141952302007-03-17T16:36:00.000-07:002007-03-17T16:43:47.737-07:00

I’ve had plenty. If we get a set amount of happiness in this life then I am seriously screwed. I have used up enough good times to fuel fifty lifetimes. Ever since childhood I have been a pretty happy-go-lucky guy. It all started when I pulled my groin in the 5th grade. I couldn’t walk for 2 days. Oh yeah that reminds me…as a kid I never went to a doctor. It’s part of the Korean-American

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-75359592042554664302007-03-10T15:14:00.000-08:002008-11-15T04:05:02.022-08:00

"I play Keyboards”Yeah. That’s it. That’s the single most ridiculously retarded thing I have ever said in my life so far. There are a few close seconds.“Do you think I need more Sun-In?”“Do you like my bolo tie?”“No way man, my 16th birthday party is gonna be like totally Black-Tie”“I would die for you (all in interpretive hand signals while dancing)”But being an Asian teenager in the 80’s gave

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-32802950903469939292007-03-07T17:58:00.000-08:002007-08-30T21:42:06.052-07:00

OK we're getting closer to crunch time. Labor and Delivery part 2. I feel that I have learned a few things since the first time around so here are a few pearls of wisdom...Ten Things not to eat before assisting wife during laborPizza Kimchee13 mustard packets1 packet Lipton onion soup mixCold Stone Creamery: Durian/Garlic/Kimchee Surprise (new flavor)A dozen Deviled EggsUniSlimJimsButtermilk

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-5259188426406486942007-02-26T14:35:00.000-08:002008-11-15T04:05:02.373-08:00

It all started a few months ago. OK well technically it started like 8 months ago. But a few months ago me and the Mrs were so excited to find out the sex of our new baby. So the wife goes to Kaiser and I go to work, big surprise. I come home to find my wife looking funny as I scream with excitement WHATISIT!!!!!! She goes…hmmm dunno.WHAT?!I ran downstairs turned on my turntable, started

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-26706660941543068812007-02-23T09:36:00.000-08:002007-02-23T10:00:27.061-08:00

We are having a girl (really long story...coming soon). We would just like the entire world to know that we are seriously considering the following names. We just wanted to put it out there so there would be no uncomfortable situations in which one of our dear friends accidentally names their daughter the same name. So please avoid any of the following...Aamy Aavaisha Ab Abbe Abbey Abbie Abby Abi

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-4166763746915751772007-02-20T07:47:00.000-08:002007-09-05T13:59:00.556-07:00

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-28145018228864997582007-02-18T22:52:00.000-08:002007-02-18T23:19:55.545-08:00

Man oh man I hated the colors on this blog for a really long time. It's strange this blogging thing. This place started, like most parenting blogs, as a place to share photos and news with a few family and friends. Now believe it or not, it generates enough money in ad revenue alone to provide for my entire family, hundreds and thousands of calories through at least one box of cookies per year.

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-78951286266147530142007-02-14T00:24:00.000-08:002007-02-14T00:45:58.057-08:00

Here's to my girl. My one and only.

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Hey our cat might die. Just like that. Fast. I remember being a kid watching Bladerunner and listening to Rutger Hauer say those words that would influence all of my crazy angst ridden teenage years..."the candle that burns twice as bright, burns for only half as long". I thought freakin-A yes! I want to burn half-ass long err half as long. The whole live fast die young and leave a good looking

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