Friday, August 7, 2009

Cheated as a Father!

There are certain things that happen in your children's lives, that as a Father you look forward to helping them accomplish. These things are your Fatherly duty. The list is long, but sometimes you feel that it is not long enough once they begin to put check marks next to their accomplishment list.

Raising children is like living with human sponges, and I mean that in a good way. They absorb everything that you do and everything around them. The excitement you share with them and see in their face when they learn how to do something new, taste something for the first time, and when they can finally reach a light switch. I know the last doesn't seem like much, unless you have kids and your house lights begin to flicker on and off like strobe lights, as they laugh and yell, "Look I can turn off the light."

Monday, August 3, 2009

Attila the Hun and Bubble Gum

As a father of three children, I should be very aware of everything that I say to and in front of them. There is almost a 100% chance that they are going to repeat it at some point. This will usually occur when you absolutely least want to hear your words again.

With that in mind, you should also be aware that just because you mentally edit everything that comes out of your mouth, it may not enter their tiny little ears, process through their young brains and eventually spew back out of their big mouths in the same context. It is uncanny how the most subtle of responses to a simple question can be repeated from them and make you as the originator sound one step above Attila the Hun on the "mean" scale.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Life/Death and Getting Dead

I would like to start this by saying I am a born again Christian and there is no doubt where I am going when this whole thing is over and I am taking the big dirt nap. But, that is not what this is about. I want to offer my fifty cents worth on the whole process of dying. Why, you ask? I spent the whole afternoon the other day at the hospital watching my Grandmother enter what they call the "final days of her life". Sounds so pleasant and dignified. The end result is the same, you die.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

A little about me.

I grew up in a small town in Missouri, along the banks of the Mississippi River. Herculaneum. It is named after a Roman town that was covered in volcanic ash. Now, Herculaneum is covered in lead dust and looks like a ghost town.

I left home at 17 and went in the United States Marine Corps. I ended up in a combat zone six months later, Operation Desert Storm. I remember when my parents signed the consent forms for me to enlist my mother said,, " I hope you don't end up in some desert fighting a war." Thanks Mom! I married young and divorced young. I have one son from that marriage. He is a great kid and a good athlete. He was the starting Quarterback and was All Conference, He has since graduated and will be attending college.