Now that I’m an adult with children of my own, I am coming to the realization that “summer” means two completely different things for kids and grownups. For starters, summer doesn’t actually begin this year until June 21, 2014, however if you ask my kids Summer started last Friday which was there last day of school. I find it quite unfair that spring is getting cheated out of completing its contributions to the seasonal calendar. How the hell is spring supposed to earn early retirement if he’s not allowed to work a full shift? OMG, I really am thinking like a responsible adult. To kids, summer means freedom, later bedtimes, and hanging with friends having fun in the sun. To me, summer means more of the same with added responsibilities. I still have to go to work every day so that completely knocks freedom and later bedtime right off the list. As a parent, my social life is pretty much nonexistent, so I only see friends in the bleachers during little league soccer and baseball games; not really my idea of “hanging”. This leads us to “fun” in the sun, yeah sweating my butt off while putting in grueling hours of yard work is totally categorized under the fun category <insert huge dose of sarcasm here>. Clearly as an adult, Summer is no longer all it’s cracked up to be, but that doesn’t mean it can’t still be a fun and exciting time to experience as a family. This year, Fefe came up with the idea of a Summer Bucket List to boost our typical summer experience and I’m really pumped about it.
Seeing as how it’s the last day of March and for some God forsaken reason, we still have snow in our forecast for this week, I thought a post about summertime could potentially bring about some good warm weather vibes. You know, the “whole speak it into existence” thing. Worth a try right, so I’m going to take you guys back to when the temps were high, the grass was green, and the snow was gone. Hopefully, Mother Nature will read this post and get the hint to get off her lazy rear end.
Regarding the title of the post, I have to direct that question to my male readers: have you ever had someone kick your balls??? No no no, not those balls, this is a family site remember? I’m talking about things like soccer balls, kick balls, etc. Fefe & I were just reminiscing about a ball related story; Tre’s first soccer season. Contrary to popular belief, getting your balls kicked can actually be kind of fun.
Speed, agility, determination, confidence, and killer instincts; these are all qualities associated with being a good wrestler. These are also the same qualities that I see when I look at Tre. So if I were a betting man, and I am, I’d put top dollar on the fact that this kid is destined to be an awesome wrestler. Well, there’s a funny thing about betting men, most of them bet unwisely and this case doesn’t seem to be much different. Much like my lottery numbers last week, when it comes to Tre and wrestling, I didn’t pick a winner. But that’s okay, because again, like most betting men; I have no idea of when to cut my losses. So yup, I won’t be giving up on my little guy yet, I’ll keep betting on Tre to become an awesome wrestler. Now before you go handing out supportive father of the year awards, you might want to read on to learn about his first tournament experience. Then decide if I truly see a diamond in the rough or if I’m as delusional as my dreams of winning today’s $500+ million Mega Millions jackpot.
And we’re back for the thrilling conclusion to our ‘No Means No’ post. Will our hero reach enlightenment and understand the true meaning behind the word humility? Will he stand and fight against those who plot to thwart his plans of ultimate rightness? Will the injustices put forth by those who are habitually wrong, but continue to think they are correct be stomped out like a bug? Find out the answers to all of these questions and more by reading part 2 of our 2 part mega saga below.
For those of you who don’t know me very well, I’ll let you in on a little secret; I am a self proclaimed know-it-all and have a well documented history of habitually being correct. I currently sit at an astonishing accuracy rating of 98.98% in all arguments, disagreements, debates, and disputes that I have ever been a part of. If you question the reliability of that factoid, I will be forced to showcase my brilliant wiseacre personality and prove to you just how wrong you are. To spare all of us some grieve, let’s just take my statistic at face value. Up until a few weekends ago, I was sitting pretty at 100%, yes, throughout my 30yrs of life on this earth I had never been wrong. Unfortunately, good things must come to an end and Fefe was the one to put me in my place, by teaching me that no means NO!!!
We’re baaaaaacccckkkkkk, transmitting live from, wait this is more of a transmission than a broadcast, and it’s more so pre-recorded than live, so um, let’s just say this post is coming all the way from Ireland. And now that we can clearly see that that’s a lie; I actually started writing this post in Ireland, but the jetlag took over and basically what you saw until the sentence previous to this one was about as far as I got. I know it’s been quite a while since I’ve put a post out and I feel horrible about that. Really I do, you should see my face, it’s the face of a horrible feeling person, never mind the fact that I’m hungover from frolicking with the Irish, the horrible feeling is totally dedicated to you guys. Well I guess I wrote that line in Ireland as well, and apparently, it was another lie. Lies, lies, lies, I’m starting to feel a bit Obama-ish. Ouch, I didn’t mean that, Obama, you my boy!!! So now that the lies and excuses are out of the way, let’s jump straight into this post shall we?
It’s FRIDAY!!!!!!, YAYYYYY, we made it through another week. What better way to celebrate by having a little fun? I begged convinced my family to participate in this silly trend and create our own family Harlem Shake video. Since it’s Friday and everyone deserves a little jumpstart to their weekend, we decided to provide a little comic relief. Enjoy!!!
If you’re as clueless as I was about this whole Harlem Shake thing, read about it here before watching the video.
If you’ve participated in the madness that is the Harlem Shake craze, be sure to post a link to your vid below. We’d love to check it out.
Well lookie here, lookie here, you good ole blogger friend, Keith stayed true to his word. I promised you guys a part 2 on Monday and by golly, here it is! Let’s just ignore the fact that Monday only has a few hours left in it, and focus on the fact that this post is up for your reading enjoyment, lol. Thanks to my incredibly horrible internet connection, the previous statement is no longer valid, smh. I swear I hate Century Link and their crappy service, so much so, that I just said screw it and paid the cancelation fee at this very moment! Really? 5 hours to upload 3 one min videos to YouTube? What is this, AOL dialup? Sorry, my rant is complete now, let’s move on.
So last time, I made our time at Disney World seem pretty dreary; but I promise you that it was literally one of the most magical experiences that any parent could hope for. The look on Tre’s face when he saw Mickey for the first time nearly brought a tear to my eye, and trust me that’s tough to do, I’m a super tough macho manly guy! Okay, Fefe’s sitting over my shoulder and demanded that I refrain from lying in my posts; I’m not that tough and maybe, that statement about “nearly bringing a tear to my eye” should have been “cried a river”. Seriously folks, I have never seen that child as happy and excited as he was during our time at Disney World, and for those of you that know Tre, that is a hell of a statement to make: the kid is constantly happy.
So we all know that Disney World is a magical place where memories are made; a place where dreams come true, right? Yup, that’s what they communicate and advertise on all of the brochures, commercials, and emails. But what they fail to inform you of is the fact that along with those dreams also comes nightmares, blisters, and empty bank accounts. I totally had every intention of writing this post on the plane ride back home from Disney, yet here we are a complete 2 weeks later and the post is just now going up. Clearly, I was either delusional or naive to think that I would have the strength and mental capacity to write a blog post during a plane ride after spending 6 nights, 7 days (that’s travel agent speak) at Disney World. But never in my wildest dreams (or nightmares) did I anticipate a 2 week turnaround time to get back to my normal self. I know by now you must be wondering: was it all worth it? Read on to find out.
How many of you remember getting hit on your birthday as a child? One hit for each year that you’ve been alive and kicking. We called them Birthday hits, others called them “licks”. Given the fact that Ty’s girlfriend was in attendance at his recent party, I felt “licks” was more appropriate; more on that later. Back to getting hit as a child; what a horrible tradition, I mean, geesh, it’s your freaking birthday, your special day and to celebrate it, people beat you up? I don’t know about you guys, but I call that aggravated assault! You may feel that I’m going a bit far with the assault claim, but I vividly remember back in high school, kids would purposely get sick on their birthdays to avoid coming to school and receiving their birthday beatings hits. That’s just taking it a bit too far. With that being said, this past Saturday, I gave Ty 8 of the most viciously powerful hits that I could land without child protective services knocking at my door the next day. You’ll be happy to know that I did withhold the “pinch to grow an inch”, primarily because I’m just tired of buying new clothes for the kid.