Hit Me Over the Head with a 2X4 – Good vs. Evil at the Daycare

Things are peaceful....for now

Things are peaceful….for now

Tomorrow is Father’s Day, (as I am writing this).  Two days ago my new daughter-in-law sent me a couple of nice cards and a drawing from my grandson.  I had not yet realized until the cards came in the mail that Father’s Day was around the corner.  Katherine’s, (my daughter-in-law), note inside the ‘father-in-law’ card was very nice and I appreciated the kind words.

I’m not quite sure how old I was when I realized I wanted to be a dad, but I was young.  I’m guessing I was in tenth grade, early high school years.  Since first grade, I pretty much always had a girlfriend, (read me), so I’m guessing that says something about me.  Perhaps it says I need relationships or maybe it says I need a constant 1:1 relationship, like a marriage.  I just know that at some point in my life, I always knew I would get married and I always knew I would be a father.  I wanted to be a good dad and I’ve always been an observer, always trying to learn – both from good role models and from poor ones.  Many a time can I remember some shitty thing my own dad had just done and thinking to myself that things will be different with my own kids.  I guess that’s a common thought – repairing the sins of our fathers. Continue reading

Simpler Times – My First Childhood Friend Tim

We also have singing in common - I hope he's better than I

We also have singing in common – I hope he’s better than I

This week’s “Remember the Time Blog Hop” topic is supposed to be about the time we had an imaginary friend. I never had an imaginary friend. I have plenty of voices in my head, but none of them are very friendly and I work very hard to keep them contained. Rather than bow out of the weekly writing episode, I have decided to break the rules and write about my very first childhood friend, Tim Apwisch (Timmy). I know I am not the first in the blog hop to break this rule as my virtual friend Kelly has done the same thing so hopefully I won’t get kicked out of the club, (oh and real friends sure beat having a jar of pimentos as a friend).

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