What do I want for Christmas? How ’bout your hand out of my crotch?
Well, at the time of this writing, it is nearing the ultimate season of joy, that time of year of great giving. No, I’m not speaking of tax season. I’m of course talking about Christmas. Continue reading
Because We ARE….The Killer Bees!
Fun Loving – How I Hope we are Remembered (not like F’ing Amateurs)
The Coolest Vampire – I Need your Blood Now
As I’m sitting down to begin writing this week’s story, Christmas has just ended for 2016. This time of the year is associated with a spirit of giving. I’ve always believed that we each receive so much more when we give. As a matter of fact, I received the most memorable switching as a result of giving away a can of my dad’s soup without asking first, (a not so fun memory related to giving – link). But this week’s story about ‘giving’ is a funny memory for me.
El elefante es grande, muy grande
My wife is one of those lucky people born with great core balance and hand to eye coordination. Something most people don’t know about her though is her amazing linguistic ability. On one of our fun vacations, a couple of friends of ours got to witness this incredible attribute firsthand.
Nice and Dry
One of the activities my wife and I used to do with our kids was camping. Kim’s family was a weekend camping family, she grew up with frequent trips to Hueston Woods as a kid. I didn’t, I had my first exposure to the trailer camping experience with Kim when we were dating. I liked it. I liked all of it, the getting away from the regular routine, the no phone calls, (there were no cell phones yet), the grilling out, the hiking and creeking and the nighttime s’more making. I would do it again, (not sure about my wife).
Mmm….yummy!
I admit it – I like to cook. I hate the cleanup stage, but I like to cook, always have. In this short phase of being ‘house husband’, (I say short because I don’t know how long it will last), I am doing all the cooking. This makes me King of What to Eat Tonight.
The dishes I make fall into just a few simple categories:
* recipes all 3 of us love (only 3 of us left in the house)
* recipes Kim and I both love
* recipes only I love Continue reading
Holy Cow, Can’t we Watch Batman Dad?
In my specific kid generation you were either a Batman or a Lost in Space kid. Maybe it had to do with how old we were in 1966 because most of the big kids told us Lost in Space was way cooler than Batman, but for me and my friend Timmy, it was Batman and Robin all the way. BAMM! POW! It was the only show on TV as far as we 3rd graders were concerned, (ok so maybe Dark Shadows ran a close second). Continue reading
A clear violation and possible capital punishment
I’m not sure if you girls out there have your own set of secret rules of public bathroom etiquette, but we men do. I might be breaking several regulations of ‘maledom’ here by sharing these secrets which have been guarded for centuries, but my story blog site is about growing up and when I started this venture I promised to share all aspects of my growing up.
Unless you come from one of those progressive families where the parents have the sex talk, (for example), most of these rules aren’t verbally shared with us, we’re just expected to assimilate, to learn them via osmosis. We go to the bathrooms, we witness a protocol and we’re expected to repeat it. Violating a couple of these more important protocols can deliver serious consequences, (shudder), I don’t even want to think about it. Continue reading
Yeahhh Baby….
Dental appointments…don’t you love them? I don’t have great teeth, they’re just average. Don’t get me wrong, they’re not British-never-seen-a-dentist bad and they’re not Miss America white either. They’re ‘just teeth’. Up until the age of 30 or so I think I must have had like a hundred cavities. Ok, so maybe it wasn’t 100, but my dentist used to drive a Yugo when I started seeing him as a kid and then quickly moved up to a BMW. It just can’t be coincidence – I was helping to keep America working.
