With Memorial Day Weekend basically staring us in the face (how many of you are at work staring at the clock right now, probably reading this post just to pass the time until the party begins!), anyway, like I was saying, with Memorial Day Weekend pretty much front and center, I felt that today was the perfect time to blog about this ultra cool deal. After you read this post, you’ll probably want to offer me your next born child, but rest assured, I’m doing this out of the kindness of my heart; although, monetary gifts are surely welcome. Read on to be dazzled, be wowed, be amazed by the deal that’s sure to provide tons of fun for you and your family at absolutely no cost at all. Oh yeah, by the way, in place of monetary gifts, I’ll settle for you naming your next child “Keith”, boy or girl, it doesn’t matter, I’m not picky.
Okay, so maybe “overcome the odds” is a bit much for the actual content of this post, but in a way, it is actually pretty fitting. That’s because Tre did overcome the odds; the odds of having an overdramatic Dad who didn’t take time out to think about his actions before actually acting on them. If you’re a bit confused, don’t worry, things are about to become clear in 3…2…1 remember this post: “A Horrifying Fairy Tale”? Yup that one, the one were I got a little too involved with my bedtime story duties. If you recall, my Big Bad Wolf was just a little too big and bad for Tre’s liking. It took Tre a while to overcome my debacle, but eventually the “Three Little Pigs” became his favorite book, replacing “Jack and the Beanstalk” completely. In fact, he’s listened to the book so much that we no longer have to read it to him, he takes care of that these days. Check it out!
This isn’t something that I usually do, but a reader brought this issue to my attention and I felt it was a good idea to share it with all of you. Since it may potentially affect you or someone that you know, spreading the word is the primary weapon against preventing an unfortunate event.
Consumer Affairs explains the recall in full, but essentially, owners of the affected cribs are potentially faced with issues dealing regarding the following: “The bottom rails on the crib sides can separate from the sides when the mattress is in the lowest position, causing the spindles to separate and the mattress to drop. This poses fall and entrapment hazards for young children.”
Recently, I was approached with what I thought was a phenomenal and heartwarming story. It was the story of Alex and Hal Malchow; a story that was both compelling as well as inspiring. What moved me the most was the fact that this Father and Son team had not only overcome the odds and persevered, but they did so and then decided to give back and help others. Most individuals would have been satisfied with conquering their own challenges, but these guys took it a step further and are helping conquer the challenges of others as well. It is because of this that I have decided to get involved and promote The Sword of Darrow Scholarship Contest. Alex and Hal are offering a $5000 contribution to a 529-college savings plan for the winner of a parent/child short story writing contest. The contest is a way of celebrating the release of their book, The Sword of Darrow
I’ve gotta be honest with you guys, I truly don’t feel like blogging right now because truthfully I’m pissed off! I’m thankful, happy, and relieved, but still pissed off. I know the past few days here at Daddy’s Fish Bowl have been grim ones; so I wanted to update everyone on the latest information. I know that you’ve all been routing, praying and thinking about us in hopes that we make it thru this difficult situation and I can’t thank you enough for that. Well the good news is the eye of the storm has passed and Ty is SAFE at home with Fefe & Tre. He has been returned to our custody and we are all overjoyed by this. Ty and Tre especially; for two brothers who refuse to get along for more than 15 mins at a time, they showed & proved how much they’ve missed each other by holding off an entire 20 mins before bickering. If you’re not sure what I’m yapping about, you need to go read this post immediately and then come back and join the other up to date folks (tsk tsk).
Now if you’re the “warm and fuzzy” type, stop right now, go on your merry way knowing that all is fine and dandy in DFB’ville and have a nice day. On the other hand, if you love the controversy, enjoy the drama (which I know most of you do) continue on reading!
There’s still no update on the situation that we’re currently dealing with. Again, I do want to thank all of my readers for the prayers, support, and kind words. When I know something, I’ll be sure to let you know as well.
In the spirit of optimism, I’m writing a positive post about Ty. Writing is therapeutic for me, and I could use as much therapy as possible right now. So today, I’m giving you guys an update on our good friend Flat Stanley. You remember, the little guy that came to visit me for vacation; many of you were generous enough to offer suggestions on activities that we could do during his time in Minneapolis. I wasn’t able to get to everything that was offered up, because of everything that was going on, but I do think Flat Stanley enjoyed his trip.
So without further ado, I’ll let Flat Stanley explain his trip, just as he explained it to Ty’s class. I think he got a little carried away and thought he was writing for the readers of DFB instead of a bunch of kindergartners. At least no one will criticize Flat Stanley about dumbing down for his audience (looking at you, Jay-Z)
I haven’t blogged in quite some time, and that’s because the last two months of my life have been a wild rollercoaster ride complete with accomplishments, turmoil, and setbacks. The funny thing is: I didn’t purchase the tickets to this ride, they were given to me; unfortunately, I had no option to decline them. Last week, I thought the ride had ended. I believed it was over, so I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out of the coaster seat with a sense of pride; knowing that I had weathered the storm and survived. I was relieved that the nightmare was finally over and that life would continue on in its typical fashion…that was last week. Today however is a different story completely; if I were a betting man and had known that this morning’s weather was any indication of how my day would turn out, I’d be rich beyond my wildest dreams. Unfortunately, I’m not psychic, and today’s gloomy rainy morning didn’t set off any precursors to let me know that I was in for one hell of a ride.