My boy Kobina (Kob) is a jerk. In his defense, we (our crew) 're all jerks. So much so, we refer to ourselves as "The Usual Suspects" (an homage the greatest ensemble of degenerate jerks cinema has ever depicted), or "The Jerks" (a nod the Steve Martin flick that took being a jackass to a whole different … Continue reading Fortifying my Foundation
The Olympics are over. I can't remember a time when I've enjoyed watching the games more. My favorite moments were the men's 10,000 meter race and the women's water polo match between China and Australia. As always, better than the competition were the stories. Olympians are not just amazing because of their physical feats, but … Continue reading 5 Reasons I Want Ella to be an Athlete
I don’t do shame and I don’t get embarrassed. Once, while clerking, I entered the courtroom to talk to my judge. I whispered my message discretely in her ear then as I walked away I tripped over some cords and knocked out all of the microphones in the courtroom. Worse than having no sound, my … Continue reading HCG and Me
While it'd be ridiculous to suggest that my family created competition, I can assure you that we've perfected it. It'd be easier to understand if we were a tightly clustered group all around the same age, but that ain't the case. My fierce family competition features yours truly at 36 living in Washington DC, my … Continue reading Game on!
Spring 1985 9-year-old Didds is a G.I. Joe fanatic. He’s got no idea of the cost of bread, milk, or gasoline but what he does know is that at Fedco (think Target with a membership card) G.I. Joe action figures cost $2.87. Those who say money can’t buy you happiness have never seen his collection. … Continue reading Birthday Gifts
Tony Horton is a genius. Or, at least, he had one great idea -P90x, and is milking it for all it's worth. I tend to believe the former. A few weeks ago I went to a live p90x workout led by Tony. When the workout was over, he spent some time talking to the crowd. During … Continue reading The Beauty of Doing What You Hate
I'm exhausted. I stink, I'm going to have to febreeze my couch at least twice, but I can't bring myself to get up. I have a bowl of quinoa and braised chicken that was steaming, but is now luke warm and cooling fast -I only have the energy to drink water. My achilleseses...es are tight, and … Continue reading Keep Your Scale Close, But Your Friends Closer
Being found to be a fraud, all outside landscaping equipment that I am not operating (I took a rock in the eye courtesy of an idiot with a weed-whacker when I was a kid) and losing my mind, that's the short list of things that I'm actively afraid of. That doesn't mean I'd box a honey-badger, chew dynamite or … Continue reading Getting together
I know my father. We've met, and I've seen him half a dozen times give or take. I know he is smart, that he left to go to Africa in the Peace Corps when my mother was 8 months pregnant, that several years later he came back to America married and with several of my … Continue reading 5 Ways Being a Dad is Like Working Out
In June of 2009 I did p90x. It was a good run. By the time the dust settled, I'd dropped 35 pounds reintroduced myself to swimming and even picked up tennis and running. One day while at the tennis courts I ended up talking to a guy I was sharing the single player wall with. … Continue reading Brought it..