goodbyeprincess

About Me

I’m a 30-year-old father and husband living on a peninsula in Massachusetts. I have a beautiful son named Will, a gorgeous wife named MJ who is far too hot to have married me, a dog I love and two cats I put up with. I’m a smart-ass newspaper reporter with a penchant for turning a phrase and a sense of humor as dry as the Sahara.This blog is mainly about my life as a new dad, but I’m also prone to talk about marriage, sports, politics and pop culture. I’m a Boston sports fanatic and my hatred for all New York teams knows no bounds. I’m honest to a fault, prone to cross a few lines but simultaneously heartfelt and sincere. But whether I’m describing the time I manually pumped my wife’s breast while she was nursing or writing about how much my son enriches my life, the only promise I can make is I’ll update often and I can’t help but be passionate. Thanks for stopping by!

Festering on Father’s Day

To be blunt, my Father’s Day sucked. First of all I had to work. That right there takes a lot of the joy out of the day and eliminates a lot of options for celebrating. And I definitely didn’t want any presents. We’re broke and I don’t need anything. MJ got me my phone last [...] [...]

Father’s Day: Celebrate the Misery

As I sit here alone on my couch mourning the loss of the Boston Celtics to the fucking hated Los Angeles Lakers, I am sad. Nay, I am downtrodden. I’m pissed off, I’m frustrated and I’m downright melancholy. So why is it, while I’m furiously stewing in my own misery, that I can’t help but [...] [...]

Bloggin’ Ain’t Easy

“What the hell are you always doing on that computer?” Ever since I started my blog and began dabbling in all the corresponding social media accoutrements, that phrase has escaped my wife’s lips on multiple occasions. I don’t blame her. My wife, bless her heart, is largely ignorant of all things Internet so it’s not [...] [...]

What Kind of Dad Am I?

The red wagon cruises clumsily through the neighborhood with a blonde-haired boy in tow. All of the sand used to battle winter’s icy roads has collected in small islands on the street, creating a harsh sandpaper effect when sandwiched between the hard plastic wheels and the concrete road. The goofy golden retriever with her tongue [...] [...]

Father-Son Farting

My dad and I went to the Boston Garden last night to watch the Celtics kick the holy hell out of the Miami Heat, while Will stayed with my mom and fell asleep at their house. I didn’t get back to pick him up until 12:30 a.m., at which point I had to wake the [...] [...]