The Velveteen Rabbit

Here come the water works.

Somebody gave me a copy of the Velveteen Rabbit as a gag gift.

7-year-old and 25-year-old me cried a little.

Rollerblades

Neon colors were actually one of the highest exported goods during the '90s. Seriously, Wikipedia that.

 I don’t understand the weird shoes that kids wear today that have a wheel in the heel. They don’t make sense to me and seem a little dangerous.

Then again, when I was a kid I probably spent as much time in the summer with wheels on my feet as they did. Mine were called Rollerblades and they were about 80 times cooler.

5 for Friday: Birthday memories

Caitlin, myself and a very young Zach circa 1997. Although this was technically Zach's first birthday, celebrating with the family is always nice.

As I said with my last post, Wednesday was my birthday.

I have had a lot of great birthdays (many that have happened in the past few years have been especially fun), so I thought I would trudge through memory lane and come up with some highlights.

Today is my birthday

These pictures were taken a few years apart.

As you can see by the headline, today is my birthday, so instead of doing a post about 7-year-old me, I think I may talk for a bit about 25-year-old me.

He’s new here, so let’s be nice to him.

Becoming a stand-up comic

"Seriously, don't make me laugh. I'm swinging here, come on."

I think of myself as funny. In fact, I pride myself on it in a manner which borders on narcissistic.

It also was a future occupation 7-year-old me though we would one get get into, even if he was more in prat falls.