Posts Tagged ‘Dad’
RAISE YOUR STANDARDS
The first real fight I had with my boyfriend was over the word “proud.” I needed a job — ideally a creative position that didn’t involve working for a complete douchebag. After a month of job-searching, I became desperate and applied to a “Hairstylist Salon Receptionist” position on craigslist. I romanticized the job. I thought [...]
OBEDIENCE
I remember seeing the book one day on the floor of our living room. It was buried under piles of The Boston Globe that my father was one day going to read. My sister now says, “Dad’s a hoarder. You didn’t know that?!“ Believe me, if I had any ability to diagnose my parents at [...]
MY FATHER’S OFFICE
See the office above. Imagine it without the Canadian Flag, unless you live in Canada and that makes sense to you. It was the best picture could find of my “fantasy daddy office.” My father’s office (not my father) is something I think about. Fantasize about Let me say it again – this isn’t MY [...]
THE AMISH, BOSTON AND SEX WITH A WOMAN
I usually NEVER talk about my dreams. Why? I don’t think anyone really cares. Fiction can be terribly boring, especially dream-fiction. However, someone on this blog once asked me a question about dreams, so I thought I would tell you my dream last night. Why? Cause it was insane, and very, very sexy. Basically in [...]
PHOTOSHOP IS KEY TO DAD’S SUCCESS ON JDATE!
My Dad e-mailed me the above picture from the Senior Olympics this past weekend. He won a gold, silver and bronze. In the e-mail he wrote: “Can you get rid of the guy standing behind me?” I thought he didn’t want another guy in the picture. He called me about 20 minutes later, “Can’t you get [...]
DAD DOESN’T EXACTLY UNDERSTAND POINT OF BLOG
I just told my Dad about this blog. I kinda steered him away from looking at it. (I did write about his balls in an earlier post and he’d probably be mad.) “Why don’t you write about how you met Steve Wozniak and you were a test user for Apple? Tell them that you used [...]
MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF HIS BALLS
I was writing this morning about my fear of death, probably because my 71 year-old father is sick and went to the hospital today. He called me yesterday, “Hi Jamie, I haven’t been feeling good.” “Really, what’s wrong?” I asked. Anytime one of my parents is sick, I have heart-palpitations. I can’t deal with the idea [...]



