Shocking sculpture from the 1700s … � How to be a Retronaut

Shocking sculpture from the 1700s … � How to be a Retronaut

David's Story - Bring Sean Home Foundation

OK, so the story does finally have a happy made for Christmas feel to it. Father and son together as they should be.

But.

I just want to throw out a super massive gigantic FUCK YOU to the courts of Brazil, the asshole step father and his family, and some of the citizens of the country itself.

My son is about the same age as Sean was when he was abducted, kidnapped, held hostage, whatever you want to call it.

My thoughts on this whole thing range so wildly that I can't really properly convey them. But its just an absolute travesty that the whole ordeal happened the way it did.

Happy 10 to one of my favorite bloggers.

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Since we had a day off from school, the boy and I went out to get some snacks and snuggle in for the day. I picked out Iron Giant to watch, and we were in just hanging out mode. Once the movie ended Chase wanted to see the robot again after he put himself together and went to see Hogarth again. So I told him that maybe he could just imagine it.
After much thought he told me that he would grow up and be an actor and he could make another movie about the robot and he could be Hogarth.

You know, thats probably not such a bad idea.

Its no fun to belt out a supper massive burp if there's nobody around to hear it.

Well, OK, its still kinda fun.

We watched this critter for a while, then I poked it a few times. Then it jumped onto my arm, crawled up my shoulder, across my neck, then onto my hat, after which I transported it out to the wild flower garden.

The son thought the whole process was awesome.

Its kinda weird to have an ex-girlfriend as a friend on Facebook. Granted, it was nearly 20 years ago, but still, its weird. Good ol internets. Hi Denise!

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Oh wow, its taken people this long to figure out that he's a total douchebag? Maybe he should start drinking again.

"Hey Chase, I need to use the potty for a few minutes, K?"
"OK Daddy, I left some pee in there for you."

Um, thanks?

The son and I are driving to the corner store, slush for him, beer for me. We get to an intersection and there's a 2-ish year old girl just walking down the street. In a neighborhood notorious for really bad drivers. There's 4 boys, ages 7-12 running around to. In the fucking street. Did I mention the bad drivers?
OK, and there are no "grown ups" in sight. Not a one.

I give the girl all of a millisecond to get out of the road, or else I was gonna get her. Out of the house comes a guy who looks like he would be a welcome member of the Cops club. Crisis averted, I park my van next to the guys house and stare at him, using every ounce of restraint I had not to get out of the van and have a "confrontation". If my son wasn't in the van, I would probably be in police custody right now.

So the son and I get to the store, slush for him, beers for me. Back home. Ready to pop open a beer, and the glass breaks. OK, another try. 2nd one breaks. At this point I've had enough aggrevation for for a trip that was only supposed to take a few minutes.

Drive back to the store, tell the clerk that the bottles are clearly flawed, can I exchange them for another? Sure. I pick a different 6 pack, show the dude and ask if its alright. Same price, different beer. "Um, sir, could you get the same kind as this?".
No. no no no.

I tell counter guy, in the calmest voice I could muster - "There's no fucking way I'm getting another one of those. I ain't gonna risk slashing my hand for a beer. Just give me this one."
Got the beer. And I walked away with a $1.10 profit.