Hi, my name is Tony and I am a survivor of boys. So far. I live in the Florida panhandle with my gorgeous wife and our five children. Two of them are not boys, which is fortunate, because it means there is a slight chance I will survive the next 15 years and become an author and standup comedian, fueled solely by brilliant material provided by the boys. For now, I work as a video producer and write this blog. And try to survive the boys.
If I were to offer you a tour of our home, it would take approximately 84 seconds for you to determine that I am supremely qualified to be the author of this blog. My three sons have reduced a home that was brand new a few years ago to a frazzled maze of busted up walls and scratch-and-dent furnishings. After chronicling their exploits for friends and family for a while, I’ve realized that documenting these crazy boys is about the best therapy one could hope for. Instead of blowing a gasket when I find the brothers heaving cans of my Pepsi at the driveway because they’re “exploding them, Dad!!” I instead find myself thinking, “Outstanding. This will be excellent material.”
Well, sometimes. I’m still a work in progress. And I imagine you are, too. If so, perhaps you’ll enjoy and relate to some of the tales here. And if you have boys you already know I’m not making this stuff up. It really is…just the stuff boys do.