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‘finding nemo’: champion of toddler’s parents everywhere

Posted in family, fun on January 26, 2008 by mrbitterness

God bless the guys at Pixar. My two year old son was in a rotten mood today. Nothing would make him happy. Nothing.

Nearing the point of desperation, I popped in the Finding Nemo DVD.

Finding Nemo 2003

I say again. God bless the Pixar people. That movie is a lifesaver.  As soon as the menu screen loaded up, he was bewitched, silent and zoned out.

Even gave JD’s old man time for a quick couch-nap.  He still woke me up, but it was a good way. As the shark above loomed, he cried out “Brucie!”

It’s awesome when they learn new words. Who cares if it’s the name of a Great White with an Australian accent?


why sundays rock

Posted in family on January 13, 2008 by mrbitterness

Kodi and I were watching her Barbie movie when she told me this.

I like stay-at-home days, because we get to be together as a family.

That’s my four-year-old. I  love lazy Sunday mornings, too.

In the words of David Lee Roth, might as well jump!

Posted in family with tags , , on December 28, 2007 by mrbitterness


She didn’t actually do the jump/split (whatever it’s called) in unison with the other dancers, but …

It was obviously their fault for jumping too soon, so I cropped them out of the picture.

Happy Thanksgiving

Posted in family on November 23, 2007 by mrbitterness

Thanksgiving was nice. We had the usual family get-together at my grandmother’s house. It’s always interesting because Nanny lives in a converted manufactured home, and almost all the extended family turns out.

It’s visual proof that our family loves each other. Because crammed in together like that, it’d be a massacre if we didn’t . Kodi and JD got to play with cousins from other branches of the Vickers/Goodwin family tree. It’s amazing to see the next generation of the family growing up.

I guess I’m starting to feel the same way my parents did when I was running around there playing with Iris and Ruth. But it’s really great.

This time last year, I’d just lost my job. We were broke, and stuck living back with my parents.

Since then, Jenn and I have been arrested after a fight that got out of hand. Kodi had a heart transplant. John David’s started walking and talking. And I’m back at The Observer, the newspaper where I started, and where I’ve always been most comfortable.

So, today I’m thankful for stability. Well, relative stability.

That’s all any of us can home for, I guess. Things are getting fairly predictable, and I’m happy about it.

Nothing very interesting in this post, I’m afraid. The turkey-buzz is setting in; it’s about time to snuggle down for the night. I’ve got lots of work to do, and only one day off to do it.

Southern Lovely in Autumn

Posted in family with tags , , , on November 19, 2007 by mrbitterness

I for one have enjoyed the late-changing leaves this year. The beginning of November is when I usually start getting revved up for winter and the holidays, but usually the trees are bare. That leaves little beauty or color in the days before Thanksgiving, which has always been, to me, the greatest of the holidays.


A wider spectrum of beauty is a welcome accent to the wonderful variety of delicacies and family members usually at Nanny’s on Thanksgiving.

The next big catch-phrase

Posted in culture, family on November 19, 2007 by mrbitterness

From my precious golden-locked daughter:

“Hold on to your Play-Doh!”

As in, “Hold on to your Play-Doh, because this in gonna blow you away!” Though she said it without a hint of irony.

She was clutching three glumps of purple, pink and mostly-yellow, so her approaching baby brother wouldn’t snatch them.

How many more times?

Posted in family on November 11, 2007 by mrbitterness

Just had it out with my wife … again. This song popped into my head.

It’s just all about excuses for her. If she’s tired, or sick, or frustrated … from time to time, that’s not an excuse, it’s a reas0n i can accept for her to take a break from Family Time.

But she uses all imaginable excuses, and she uses them all the time. Even when things seem to be going great, and she’s up and getting things done, I know the excuses could start washing over me like a flash flood.

If I accept it, she goes into hiding (or hibernation) — commitments and responsibilities be damned.

If I question it, even carefully, my voice painfully modulated, the levy could break. In her torrent of anger and insults, it’s a struggle not to be carried away.

She said things were going to be getting back to normal, but I’ve never seen normal with her. The bad is normal; the good times seem to be the aberration.

With all my strength I try to hold our family together. She’s willing to blow the whole thing up for the vaguest provocation.