Running is hard. It sucks. I'm not good at it. When I try to do it, I hate it more. I know there are a number of benefits to it, but it still doesn't make it any easier. Recently, I found a much better reason for giving this running thing a go, which makes all the sense in the world. I run so I can walk.
At what age is it appropriate to bring your kids to a wake and/or funeral? It's a situation that all parents have to go through at some point, because like the sunrise and sunsets, wakes and funerals come as often as you get older. We can't avoid them unfortunately and we can't shelter our kids from them until their adult years. It's virtually impossible.
Dads, we're awesome, but often times, we need help getting a clue. There are things that can be invented in this world that could help us, however. Here are a few items I'd like to see invented.
Today will be four years since my father passed away unexpectedly. While the pain is not as fresh as it was the evening it happened, deep scars still remain. The scars are healing, but of course, they will forever be present. Good news is that the sun is coming up. Things are looking up, and bright.
My oldest is 12 today. Yes, 12. Time really flies when you're a parent and 12 years went by in a blink of an eye. In another 12, she'll be in her 20s, independent, living her life, exploring the world and becoming whomever she wants to be because she has to power to do so. Luv ya baby girl.
My oldest will be 12 this week. Dating is right around the corner and it makes my stomach curl. This is a note to the first kid who asked for my oldest's number and to every single punk that crawls around looking to court my baby girl. It's going to be easy pal. Here's a few tips so you don't F it up.
You're probably going to be watching a little football this Sunday right? Maybe you couldn't care less about the game, but are looking forward to the $5 million TV ads. Maybe, just maybe, you'd like to have your mortgage/rent and your car payments taken care of for a year. Sound good? All you have to do is play #SuperDuperBingo during the game.
Christmas Eve was a thing I looked forward to each year. We spent it with my pops. Since he passed, the night has changed in meaning for me, but the memories still linger like the smell of the zillion stogies we ripped through every year on the porch.
Yep, I'm 42. Yep, this is my annual rant list that I compile for my birthday. Yep, it's getting harder and harder to write because, damn, I'm getting old. When did THAT happen?
Playing Santa is no joke. The pressure is high. You need to convince the little kids that you're the REAL Big Guy, be cool for the older kids, don't scare the crap out of toddlers and be prepared for pent-up housewives who want to give Santa a quick ride. Kidding...maybe. It was fun though, for a variety of reasons.