Despite Susannah spending a goodly bit of our Saturday in the ER (and spending a goodly bit of time fraying my nerves) for a mild concussion- p.s. She’s fine– last week was one of my favorite weeks in the history of ever. Why? Oh, maybe it has something to do with the fact that my Dad’s post-chemo scans came back with the best possible news for a dude with his type and scale of cancer: -His markers are at a {Read More}
We Don’t Wear This Shirt For Just Anybody.
The Flynn Girls wish their Pop all the awesome in the world as he awaits his results: (Thanks to Kate for thinkin’ up this whole idea, Emily and myself for taking it to the Cover Girl level, and Rachel for being the only one posing like she has an actual mustache. Okay maybe my nephew Garrett- pictured with belly mustache- posed with one, too.) (P.S. Can you see how my little Roo has started to show him/herself? Yeah, this was {Read More}
My Dad Will Beat Cancer. (Round 12.)
Dad, today is your 12th round o’ chemo. (Out of 12!) And while you’ve been strong and stoic and awesome, I’ve been posting memories and pictures and videos that kiiinda make you wish you could cancel the internet. So today, I will listen to you. (And it’s only taken a day shy of 33 years.) Here, for your hooked-up-to-chemotherapy viewing pleasure, is a video that the girls and I recorded shortly before bedtime last night. Please excuse the lack of {Read More}
We Need More Birthdays: The American Cancer Society & A Sponsored Video.
I’m honored to be part of The American Cancer Society’s 100th Birthday Celebration. Even though this is a sponsored post, all thoughts and opinions (and raging hatred of cancer) are my own. Most of y’all know that my Dad has colon cancer- a particularly awful, terrible, unfair kinda cancer- and that my entire family has spent the past six months rallying around him. (And we’re pretty lucky to have realized that “family” encompasses loved ones across the globe.) Since November, {Read More}
My Dad Is The Best Post-BreakUp Date.
Hey everyone [Dad], it’s that time again!It’s Wacky Wednesday Rem[wem?]inisce Day! A.k.a. Dad, you’ve got your 11th round of chemo today and that totally sucks but you sir, do not– so here’s a bit of awesomeness to take your mind off of the unfortunately quiet rave taking place in your hospital room. (You’ve got the drugs; I could absolutely Spotify you some house music. If you’d like. Just lemme know.) (And in case you wanna catch up: Week 10, Week {Read More}
10th Round Of Chemo? Say It With Embarrassing Childhood Photos.
Dad, Today is your tenth round of chemo. (I’d say something pithy like “only two more rounds after this to go,” but I won’t. Because no one likes pithy crap like that.) I will say, however, that you continue to rock. And you continue to be strong and nonchalant and such a GUY about this whole thing. To which I can hear you say, “I’ve just gotta get it done. What choice do I have?” I can also hear you say, “I’m {Read More}
An Early Birthday Present, Dad.
Dad, Tomorrow is your birthday. Today is your 9th round of chemo. One of those things is awesome…and the other is rather annoyingly unfair. (Like when the segues between MST3k clips seem to go on and on and on and what is with all of the chatter, people?) So to celebrate the former- and distract you from the latter- here’s some stuff I’m pretty sure you’ll just love. Like Johnny At The
My Dad Doesn’t Embarrass Easily.
Hangin’ with da ladies. Hey Dad, Thanks for making us feel like we were exactly where you wanted to be on a Saturday night. (I mean, I know it’s true, but still. We could get a little trying. Kate especially.) Thanks for taking me to the drugstore after I got my first period and for acting so cool about the whole thing. I’m sure that’s where you wanted to be on a Saturday night. Thanks for