Ty’s first day of kindergarten was filled with highs and lows (the lows can all be attributed to Fefe). There was excitement as well as sadness and a little bit of anger mixed in too. Most kindergarten first days run pretty smoothly, ours resulted in us getting kicked out of the school. Read on to hear all about it.
Today is the first day of school for Ty, he’s been waiting for this day to come for quite some time now, it’s so funny seeing how eager he is to go to school because you & I both know how naive he’s being. A few years from now, he’ll replace his enthusiasm for going to school with intense efforts to come up with top notch excuse to stay home one extra day. The first day of school was always exciting, I loved it. The new clothes, seeing old friends & making new ones, it was great. Unfortunately, great didn’t last very long. The first day of school was the second best day of the school year, only losing out to the last day of school! But for me, that first day euphoria always quickly wore off. I wonder how long it will last for Ty.
I can vividly remember my first day of kindergarten and I honestly don’t recall my Dad being there. He probably had to work or something, but it still resonates in my memory banks that only my Mom was present on such an important day in my life. I’m ensuring that Ty doesn’t have that same memory; I’ll be there front & center this morning walking right by his side as he travels a path which will undoubtedly become the bane of his existence for the next 13 years! When he grows up, he won’t only remember his mom sobbing because her little boy is growing up, as I do. He’ll have another facet to that treasured memory, he’ll remember his Dad there smiling ever so proud, cheering him on. Saying “go on son, today you take baby steps towards becoming a man!” What he won’t know is that his Dad has ulterior motives. That his Dad is smiling because this is the first day on a long journey, a journey that 13yrs from now results in the boy leaving, going out on his own & me getting my house back!
So I totally meant to post this yesterday before leaving to take Ty to school, but through all the excitement, I forgot. So to make it up to you, I’m giving you part 1 & 2 in the same day, how’s that for a bargain! Click here to read part 2 which recaps the trials and tribulations of Ty’s first day of school.
Allow me to take you back, back in time to a place when things were much much simpler. Close your eyes for a moment and imagine…wait a minute, if you close your eyes, how can you read this post? Okay scratch that, keep your eyes open and imagine your oh so wonderful childhood, when you had not a care in the world. Ah the good ole days right, a bag of chips cost 25 cents, summer actually meant 2 entire months of freedom. Yeah, life was a lot easier back then and as much as we’d like to stay young forever, it’s not very feasible. However, when there are kids around, you can be forever young, reliving your special memories through them. That’s what happened to me the other day, Tre made a comment that showed my exactly how simplistic his world view is and it’s been the highlight of my week, possibly the whole month.
Yesterday was a day filled with many different emotions for me. Who knew one simple event could create such a range of feelings in one individual. Throughout the workday, anticipation built up to an all time high. After work, knowing that this outing was growing ever closer, eagerness began to creep in. During the short drive to our destination, eagerness turned to excitement; once we arrived I was in total bliss giddy as a school girl. Shortly after however, things went really bad, really quick. I’m talking stage diving and no one catches you bad. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I had made a huge mistake.
For the past three years, something has been missing in my life. I’ve tried to tuck it away and forget my secret desires, but all of that hard work was ruined today; because for the first time in over three years, I rode a motorcycle. The adrenaline is still pumping through my body as I type; I literally just got off of the sexy beast less than 30 minutes ago. It was great, the wind was blowing, I felt as if I was one with the road, and felt alive. As I sat down to write a blog post for your reading pleasure, I found myself with a horrible case of writer’s block. Not because I had nothing to say, or because I couldn’t put the witty words together to create a humorous tale for you guys; but because all I could think about was the thrill that I had just received from revving the engine on that motorcycle. Then, just like that, it hit me; something inside me said “hey stupid, the kids are the reason that you got rid of your bike, talk about that”. When those little voices (notice the pluralization) inside of my head command, I obey. So let’s talk about the sacrifice and maturity that come along with parenthood.
Last night I tweeted a tweet that went a little something like this: “Silly Bandz are ruining the world, yes the world! The children are the future and Silly Bandz are corrupting them, therefore the world is doomed!” I meant every word of that statement and I stand by it. The things I’ve seen in association with these simple rubber bands have been enough to make a sane man check himself into Bellevue and never come out. You want to know why the Swine Flu pandemic never happened, well it’s because the Bandz pandemic took over first. I’ve seen frightening things people, and in an effort to educate you on the fight against Silly Bandz, I will share those memories that I fought so hard to repress, putting myself through pain and anguish all for the greater good of mankind.
You know society is in a bad state when you find yourself saying to your 5 year old son: “Get used to it, you’re going to have to deal with it your entire life. Just learn to smile and say sorry. That’s just the way woman work”. Now before some 60 year old radical from the feminist movement comes banging on my door to give me an earful about woman’s rights; please give me the chance to explain by providing the back story to that statement.
How many of you know that today is a worldwide holiday? Come on now, don’t all raise your hands at once. Well in case you’ve been in the dark for the past 2 decades, let me enlighten you. Today is none other than “MADDEN DAY”. That’s right; the beloved football game series has its own holiday for gamers worldwide. Madden Day is celebrated each year upon the release of the newest Madden football game by gamers worldwide. I have celebrated Madden Day in some way, shape, or form, for the past 15 years. Did you hear what I just said, for 15 years I have been coming back for more. Year after year, regardless of how great or horrible the game was; I was there front and center ready to hand over my hard earned cash in order to continue my legacy as a Madden great. This year however, I’m facing a decision of catastrophic proportions. Do I continue my Madden tradition and pick up the 2011 edition, or do I throw in the towel, call it quits and retire? To some, this may not seem like a perplexing problem; rest assured, after you read this post, you’ll understand why I’m so conflicted.
Wow, so today is August 6, 2010 and that means that it has been one complete year since my first post here at Daddy’s Fish Bowl. Now normally I would make a huge deal out of this, pop champagne, and break out the noise makers. You guys would send all types of lavish gifts to congratulate me on my 1 year blogversary and we would all party like it’s 1999 (wait, is that saying still relevant?) Well hold on to all of your presents because I’m not making a big stink about it due to the fact that I took a 6 month hiatus. It doesn’t really seem proper to celebrate an anniversary if you’ve only been together half of the year. So today is just another regular day in the blogosphere for me. Maybe next year we can have a party.
Don’t get all down and out just yet however, because today is special for a much greater reason. Today is Fefe’s birthday, so that’s more than reason enough to party and celebrate!!! So with that said, I’m going to step away from the computer and go enjoy some quality time with my wife for her birthday. As a parting gift, I leave you with an original poem that I wrote and “performed” for her, which describes how truly special she is.
So you know how the old saying goes: “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”. Well, you guys know me, I don’t abide by those rules, my life is an open book for you, the reader, and Vegas is no exception. So I’m getting ready to give you all the nitty gritty, down & dirty details of my recent Vegas trip! And I do mean everything. Prostitutes, check! Vegas scams, check! Staying up until the wee hours of the night, check!!! This trip was one to be remembered, unfortunately not for the typical reasons that you may think.