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Happiness in 2015Happiness is the one thing everyone seems to chase, except those precious who have it. There’s even a formula for it which you can find here.
How do you find happiness? Well, most of us tend to overthink it, but not this genius. He can’t eat with his hands, poops in the backyard, doesn’t have an iPhone, has no money, and has the worst morning breath imaginable. But he’s the happiest thing walking.

I asked his secret over some room temperature water that had been sitting in his bowl for about 36 hours with things floating in it that hadn’t yet been identified. These were his tips:

Focus on experiences. While he loved the bacon flavored chew bone he got from Santa, nothing comes close to the joy he gets being walked by his brother or sister or going for a ride in the car and barking at no one in particular. And that’s only topped by being chased around the house by his favorite human with glasses and too much hair. The moral? Quit buying shit.Get outside and chase each other around.

Sleep. He dominates the shuteye game with no pills, masks, or even covers. He aims for 17 hours a day but doesn’t take it out on his family if he only clocks a paltry 16 1/2. He knows the easiest way to be a crabby pain in the ass is to be sleep-deprived.

Don’t focus on appearance. While he looks stately, he had chocolate sauce spilled all over his back two weeks ago for an entire day (it hardened), but didn’t let it ruin a night of hanging with his brothers during a marathon sleepover. The Cheetos that keep hitting the floor didn’t hurt either.

Keep your bathroom clean. While he does use the backyard, he’s choosy about where does his business and craves good smells. Keep your gross areas clean. Nothing will make you grumpy faster than built-up scuzz — a key to life.

Over everything, hang with your tribe. Come hell or high water, whenever I walk in the door he comes flying out of nowhere, jumps while spinning in circles and can’t get closer to me. It’s like I’ve been on a tour in the Middle East when all I did was go workout for a couple hours. All he really wants is his people around him, and it doesn’t really matter what they’re doing. That’s why they’re “man’s” best friend.

The best part about the last tip is that it makes others happy too, which is what he does best.

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I wrote a new piece over at my writing blog today that has literally been kicking around in my head for 13 years and thought you guys would appreciate it. It’s a 9/11 tribute about the smartest person I’ve ever met. As a guy who’s worked in tech since the late 90’s, that’s sayin’ something because I’ve worked for some of the most powerful companies in the world with some insanely smart people. But none of them as smart as this guy

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funny fatherhood stories

It’s either them or me.

While working in the yard the other day, I overheard my 9 year old telling his friend that his dad used to have a mole killing business. WHAT???? If he would have told his buddy I was an astronaut, it would have been closer to the truth. I had no idea what he was talking about so I went over to investigate.

“You killed that mole, dad. Doncha remember?”

Oh, so that’s what he was talking about. This happened a while ago, but I wanted to get the facts straight, so I told him this story.

(harken back a couple years ago …)

It was one of those days.

The second I walked through the front door from a long day at work, it was one piece of bad news after another. I was home a grand total of 3 minutes before it started; Girl #1 went to the orthodontist that afternoon and a fight broke out between boy #1 and #2 in the waiting room. In the scuffle things went flying, and now girl #1’s glasses are missing. There’s $300. The doctor must need a new beach house because the “first phase” of orthodontia is going to set us back $3400. More good news. Add that to a fun economy, a couple of misbehaving boys, a nice ticket I received in the mail from the city of Lynnwood complete with a picture of our minivan blowing through a red light on two wheels and you have the Monday from hell.

Then I went out to the front yard.

I shuffled out to clear my head and water the lawn when I saw it. A brand new mole hole right smack dab in the middle of my perfectly green lawn. There are only two things in this life that I can control right now: my hair and my lawn. And given the fact that I’ve been working so hard on my lawn, I would have been less pissed if the mole sprouted from my head.

The good thing was that it was fresh … at least that’s what I told myself. We have trouble with moles every year but generally not this early. They are #1 on my “Axis of Evil” when it comes to my yard. And this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The son of a bitch was mine.

I grabbed my shovel and started clearing away the dirt. I got to grass level and started banging on the hole like I was trying to open the hatch from “Lost.” After a few good, therapeutic whacks, I just stared at the hole … and then something moved. I think it was a paw, or a hand or whatever the hell they have. I jumped in the air like a 12 year-old-girl. Wasn’t expecting that. I frantically ran off — full throttle in my flip flops and grabbed the hose like my house was on fire.

It was on.

I yanked the hose across the front yard like a man possessed and my wife (at the time) came out to see what was going on. I filled her in with a voice that probably sounded more like Bill Murray in Caddyshack than any normal human being, but given our mole problems in the past and what I’ve paid to have them removed — she got it.

I cleared more dirt away from the hole and jammed the hose as far in as it would go and turned the water on full blast. I wasn’t going down without a fight this time. Of course, I had no idea what would happen when all that water gushed in, I just figured the mole wouldn’t come down that tunnel again — like in Caddyshack when the gopher just took off running the other way when he saw the water running in. Yeah, I really thought that. We waited while water gushed under our lot just like it did at Bushwood Country Club … then the dirt moved again. Out popped a pink nose … and then it was gone.

“Oh my God, did you see that?” She said.
“Oh, I saw … ”

And before I could get the rest of the sentence out of my mouth the entire mole came flying out of the hole and waddled across my lawn like he was late for a dinner reservation. My wife freaked out and I grabbed my shovel.

“There it goes!! Get it! Get it!!”

I gotta be honest, I’m not one of these guys who would trap moles for fun. I don’t hunt and I love animals. But this was different — he was an intruder on my property. Also, an article I recently read flashed through my mind about how moles can cause thousands of dollars of damage. By that time, it had scurried to find the dirt on the edge of my lawn and was starting to burrow. So I swung the shovel as hard as I could and …

Missed.

I regrouped and took an even bigger swing this time and hit it dead-on. Any hope that creature had of escaping into the friendly confines beneath my lawn was gone. Bullseye. I gave it a couple more whacks just for good measure, a little theater and because the adrenaline was pumpin.’ Yep, it was dead. With no dignity either — its head was in the ground and body on the grass. The mole equivalent to dying on the toilet.

I had successfully defended my turf.

We both just stood there, amazed at what had transpired in the past 120 seconds. In my wildest dreams I never thought that thing would come shooting out of the hole. I gotta be honest though, it felt manly. I looked at my wife proudly, thinking she thought it was pretty manly too.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have killed it,” she said. “It’s kinda cute, like a hamster.”

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5 New Sleeping Tips That’ll Stop You From Being a Zombie

It’s been a while since I’ve published anything here (more on that later), but I promise these sleeping tips and health “test” will worth the effort and make life a little better. I recently turned 45 which doesn’t freak me out. What freaks me out is that in five years I’ll be 50. That’s almost […]

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