groupon me

So in my inbox this morning sat an email from Groupon (we all love the Groupon). It said:

51% Off Pole-Dancing Package at Stripper 101

Pole dancing is the mature older sibling to tree climbing, requiring greater control of fewer limbs, and more receptive to participants wearing stilettos on all four feet. Learn to scale cylinders in style with the help of today's Groupon: for $22, you get a Sapphire pole-dancing package, including a 75-minute pole-dancing class, one drink, and a souvenir Las Vegas stripper license, at Stripper 101 (a $45 value). Classes take place at the V Theater, located among the Miracle Mile Shops inside the Planet Hollywood Resort & Casino on the Las Vegas Strip.

Of course I wasn't interested, but thought it would be funny to forward it to The Wife with a little note alluding to it being my birthday in approximately 9 months... I sent it. I giggled.

A couple hours later I hadn't heard back from The Wife so I assumed she rolled her eyes and deleted my silliness. Then I received the following email:

Good afternoon, 

I think you replied by mistake =) 

Just checking in case you want to re-send it to the person you intended. 

Regards, 

David F 

support@groupon.com

Now the Groupon thinks I'm an avid pole dancer. The shame. The shame.

(PS, the exact text of the email I sent to Groupon was: Early birthday present? -ME. Also, I don't really want this for my birthday dear. Thanks.)

another weekend start-up project

Hi guys. I know, I have been slacking on the posts lately. I'm one of those players who scores in spurts, so maybe I'll get a couple in a row out... no promises though.

Journals are great things aren't they? They are vaults for thoughts--private vaults for private thoughts. I used to write in one a lot when I was a teenager and on my mission, but lately I "haven't had the time" or I "don't have anything interesting to write about". We've all said those words before, no? Well, I have an idea.

Journal writing is important because it allows us to unwind and express things that might otherwise go unexpressed. Since I think it's so important, this weekend I am going to build a mobile/web application to eliminate excuses like those aforementioned.

Introducing...

Journalo.us (pronounced journal-US) is a micro-diary service that gives you just enough space to write the highlights of your day. Features of the end product will include:

• each "page" in journalo.us will be devoted to a day of the year, therefore as you write today's entry you can read last year's as well
• each day the user will receive 255 characters to describe the events of the day (this won't only lessen the intimidation of a large blank page, but also get the user to think carefully about what was important that day)
• ability to set custom notifications that remind the user that it's time to write
• there will be an embedded travel log to track your journeys
• journalo.us will also be able to log the books you have finished reading and when (I think books are great)
• goal tracking is important so that will get a spot on the app as well
• eventually users will be able to design a physical paper version of their journalo.us (in booklet form) to print for their prosperity posterity (wow)
• the service will be completely free

Why am I doing this? For two reasons mainly: a) I really want to use this service myself and b) I am always striving hard to be cool. SOOO...

Please support me in my efforts by:

1. Signing up for updates at http://journalo.us
2. "Liking" it's Facebook page
3. Following it on The Twitter

Thanks guys!!

dinner conversations (all tonight)

Little Son (trying to open an edamame): I can't get the ball out!
Me: I will get it out for you.
Little Son: WHO LET THE BALL OUT! WOO! WOO! WOO!

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Big Son: I just like girls.
Me: Oh yeah? You wanna kiss them?
Big Son: Yeah, but only the beautiful and pretty ones. Not the siiiick ones.

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Big Son (describing the taste of his milk): Mine tastes like strawberry yogurt, frozen strawberries, and raspberries.
Little Son (doing the same): Mine tastes like root beer, soda, chips, and... and... CEREAL BALLS!

monday, wednesday, friday

Big Son is at that age (I have no idea what that means). I think he is completely bored at preschool. He just doesn't like to go. The problem is, he NEEDS to go so that he can learn classroom structure, but the material is way behind him. Today when I was talking about "big school" he was getting way excited because I said he'll learn about science, math, geography, etc. In preschool he's learning letters... So every MWF is a struggle for us and him.

Little Son, on the other hand, is having a blast...

today's word

ralphus

ambitions of my sons

Last night I went to my little brother's play. He was the Tin Man in his high school's rendition of The Wizard of Oz. He was truly amazing and it was so awesome. Anyway, I got home late and the Sons were still awake so I went in to tell them goodnight. They had the following to say:

"When I grow up I want to be an ice cream man so that I can give everyone ice cream," said Big Son.

Then Little Son shouted, "I want to be an apple man!! And give everyone apples!! And when I am done eating my apple I want ICE CREAM!"

Cute, huh? ... And I was hoping for a genius computer scientist and a doctor. Oh well.

big son isn't big enough

This morning Big Son woke up whining:

"It's not working dad!"

"What's not working son?"

"I'm not a grown up yet!"

(chuckling) "Huh?"

"I'm just sleeping a lot so I can grow up!"

a churro sounds good right now...

The Wife writes:

Little Son came running to me. "I pooped."

I said, "Uh oh, where is it?" (thinking he'd pooped in his underwear).

"In the potty."

So we go to the bathroom and sure enough he got up by himself and pooped in the potty. I congratulated him and told him to flush it down.

"That poop looks like a churro!" he said.

Yay for The Wife and Little Son on the success.