Good Daddy

You know you have them... those days when you wake up early ready to go, you are going to arrive early at work, maybe leave early too, and then.... it happens. Somebody takes those plans that you had for the day, crumbles them up, and leaves them in a wad, while you are left wondering WTF?!?

That person for me is a very cute, innocent (looking) 3-year-old. Now she doesn't mean to be "that person", she probably doesn't even fathom what "that person" is... but she is "that person" for me. You see it all started over a pair of socks and a bagel. Doesn't it always? Yeah, so the socks were too thick, thus causing a problem with the shoes. Rather than fight with her (my 3-year-old) I just went upstairs and got a different pair of socks, put them on her feet, and I didn't even make her pick up the old ones... because I thought I could still make it... I was wrong.

Next we move on to the bagel. A strange request, because usually it is a yogurt or an applesauce, but on my way upstairs, I ask my wife, who let me sleep, and has been up off and on all night, what is the deal with the bagel? She (the 3-year-old) says she wants a whole bagel, my wife said, hell to the no, give her half and then break it in half, that is what I always do... Well you can see there are conflicting reports there.

I bribe my way out of it. I tell her she can have a cheese stick (which she has everyday anyway) if she will take the half. She agrees, and everything is said and done right? Wrong. We get to daycare (what she calls "school") and she proceeds to tell anyone that will listen... "Daddy only gave me half a bagel."

So now who cares about getting to work early? I just want to go back and give my kid the whole bagel, let her waste it, and be the good daddy again.

The Beard (part 2)

I am getting a lot of comments of my beard. Some are not very positive, other are very positive. It is funny, simply because I didn't grow out my beard for anyone to say anything (good or bad). I grew it because I wanted to try something different. Now if I sport the ZZ Top beard or the handlebar mustache, then obviously I am seeking attention. But I'm not, not yet anyway.

My daughter says she likes the beard (the 3-year-old) she seems to think it is soft, which I guess it is in comparison to a face with a bit of stubble on it. My oldest seems unaffected by it, and my youngest knows nothing else but me with a beard. My wife offers me encouragement, she seems to like it, so it is going to stick around for a little while.

Confusion

So I want to share a picture to share with you all. Basically it is of a face, a confused face. My 1st one did it, my second one did it, and now my third does it too. It is one I am used too, and one I tend to reciprocate. Just saying'. Damn kids, Damn adults.

Classic Film Friday: A Ticklish Affair

The wife and I were watching TMC and this movie popped up. I think the funniest thing is how life imitates art imitates life. In this case it was the balloon-boy. Anyway, that is the end of the movie. Amy Martin (Shirley Jones) is the mother of three young boys, and the widow of a sailor. She is just going about her business when her son Grover is playing with signal and sends an SOS to the Navy Commander Key Weedon (Gig Young) unknowingly... you know how kids don't really think before they do anything.

So Key and Amy hit it off, and we are whisked away in a romantic love story. Uncle Cy (Red Buttons) and Tandy Martin (Carolyn Jones) provide some comic relief in this affair, but ultimately it is Grover who saves the day... by floating away on weather balloons. One interesting side note... I didn't know the San Diego zoo had a baby elephant and a Galapagos tortoise in there petting zoo. That may just be Hollywood... also they bough Mickey Mouse balloons there as well. Who knows. This is a fun movie, for kids and adults and we are glad we happened upon it.

I Didn't Vote

I must be honest. I didn't vote. There is a reason why, not that it matters now, but it didn't matter anyway. I didn't vote because the last time I voted it didn't count, or what I mean is... I was supposed to vote for the town council, but didn't and the town and the state didn't care. Maybe if I would have made a stink then , maybe I wouldn't have that opinion, but seriously, who cares? Not many.

Maybe I will some other time, but for now, I am happy in my own little world, with my wife and 3 kids and the business of all that... to worry about the city council, and after all, my vote doesn't count anyway.

Maybe if the candidates would have made their intentions known, or maybe if I bothered to look for them, but I honestly don't believe them anyway, so I didn't vote. Will I vote again? Surely. But they need to get this whole thing figured out, and they need to instill voter confidence. I'm still waiting on that. I have a feeling I'll be waiting a long time.

Cooler Than You

Wash Day

So my wife told me that the dryer makes everybody's clothes smell like mildew. I take a look, because that is what husbands do, and I do find a bunch of lint, but no definite problem of where the mildew smell is coming from. I take the hose (that is metal, because a plastic one would be a fire hazard) and clean it out, plus clean out the actual dryer. It is now completely clean.

Next comes the hard part. Putting it all back together again. It took the efforts of Chinese contortionist, plus a healthy dose of muttering and curses, and it finally got back together. Sorta'. I mean, it is not like the days when I was a kid, and we had a little separate room just outside the back door. Sure you had to worry about getting attacked from flying roaches (this was in New Orleans), but at least there was enough room to do what you needed to do.

It is all done now. I think. I mean I will have to run a few loads, see if everything stays together and see if the mildew smell ever went away.