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.
There are a lot of things you can do with your kids that will make you a cool parent. There are a lot of things you can do to make your kids hate you too. Then, there are little things that will mean a ton to your kids that you won't even think matter. Trust me, they do.
My kids are getting to the age where they bicker and fight all the time. One teases the other. They scream. They piss each other off. In the end, I get pissed off and just want them to shut the hell up.
I know some people don't like the word shut up, but at times, it's what's needs to get the little agitators to shut their pie hole.
Two years ago, I wanted a new truck. The wife and kids wanted a puppy. I ended up with a 2014 Honda Pilot Touring and the family ended up with a White German Shepherd. Truth be told, I wanted the puppy too and I'm glad we have Daisy in our lives. She's a big, loud, protective, yet loving and loyal puppy. She turned two today and it's been quite the ride.
Took the kids to see Elf the Musical this weekend. The wife and I sprung it on them after a dinner in town. We also had access to backstage, which had the kids in awe. While it was a great night, there was a constant topic on my mind, which to be honest, wish it wasn't there.
The Jackson 5 put out a Christmas album before I was born -- 1970. Once it was introduced into our family back in the bell bottom days, it stuck, Everyone from my aunts, uncle, brother, mom and my kids play it. It's our family Christmas album. Yes, ours, not yours. Ours.
I've maintained this site for quite some time. Sometimes I write, sometimes I don't. More often times, I don't. Time is the prohibiting factor. Time at work. Time with the family. Time to do stuff around the house. Time to hang with friends and family. Time for time's sake.
Well, I'm going to make another run at this Dad blogging thing.