Browsing Archives for October 2010

First we stuffed her…

Then we dressed her…

Then we…

I don’t really know what is happening in this shot.

Then the nailing….

This is the disturbing view…

And this is the slightly less disturbing view.

She’s supposed to look like she ran into the tree.

But I think it looks more like she’s climbing a tree and just happens to have a broom sticking out of her ‘hind quarters’.

She’s best admired from a distance.

Love Potion

October 11th, 2010

The Sh#t My Dad Says

October 7th, 2010

I read the book The Shit My Dad Says by Justin Halpern and is it ever worth the paper it was printed on.  It made me want to turn this parenting boat around and start everything over from scratch.  I want a do-over.  I want to tell my kids the truth about everything… point blank…just lay it out for them… make no bones about it… tell it like it really is…

“Son – you are a fuckup – but you are a nice fuckup so don’t be too hard on yourself”

There’s something magical about the dad in the book’s approach to child rearing.  Even though he says outrageous things, is brutally honest and never coats anything he says to his son in a layer of pungent bullshit, he still manages to convey a steadfast love and loyalty to his child, ferociously taking his kid’s side, demonstrating compassion and concern to the underdogs and delivering his take on most topics in a forthright manner that still gives the child room to question and decide for himself.

I laughed out loud at least once a chapter in this book.

The Country Doctor laughed out loud while he was reading it too.

I didn’t even know that my husband could laugh.

An attempt has been made to make the book  into a television show starring William Shatner as the garrulous dad.  I watched the first episode a few nights ago on Hulu and didn’t laugh out loud one single time.  If I didn’t know that the show was inspired by the book, I would never have realized that they had anything to do with each other.  They made significant changes to the storyline and the castrated the dad by cleaning up his language.  A sanitized version of this particular father figure just doesn’t work.

For a sampling of the contents of the book (minus the accompanying great essays written by the son) visit the tweets that started it all.

The book is hilarious and would make a great gift for anyone with a sound sense of humor.

But maybe don’t give it to your grandma.

Unless she is a heavy duty, cast iron, gimlet eyed character who doesn’t mind a stream of foul invectives with her morning prune juice.

Or you just want to offend the ever lovin shit out of her.