In the oddest twist of fate, a friend of ours fell off his horse on Saturday and is in a coma. It’s not good. In fact, it’s pretty very not good. On a scale of 3-15 on the Glasgow Coma Scale, he’s a 4. Man, that even hurts to type…
Here is my shout-out to you to send positive vibes, prayer, good juju, whatever… please, please send them to Juan, Liz and their four children Juan, Ricky, Isabel and baby Juliana. That’s right, I’m using real names. Use real prayers if you’ve got ’em.
“Hug everyone you love”, Mrs. Grizwald told me tonight.
MASSIVE HUGS OUT TO YOU.Read More
Grizwald Boy: “Tower of Terror!!!!”
Thing 1: “Tower of Powerrrr!!!!”
Thing 2: “Leaning Tower of Pisa!”Read More
…just found out last week. Still reeling, even though I, of course knew some form of Autism was the likely diagnosis.
We decided in a drunken stupor do redecorate her room as her retail therapy. I’m looking for chaises and hunting down paint colors. It’s the only goddamn thing I can do to help.Read More
Kickass, man, we had a great run today. There were nine of us, The Grizwald Clan (4+the awesome runner dog) and the four of us took on the storm with bike trailers, jog strollers and a goal to get wet.
Nine miles in the rain, muddy flooded trails and all — awesome!Read More