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 Thanks to my incredibly horrible internet connection, the previous statement is no longer valid, smh.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.
Well it’s finally here, the moment that you’ve all been waiting for; it’s time to find out the lucky winner of our Sex Guess Giveaway. We had 28 entries that guessed Baby Guppy would be a girl and 16 entries that guessed for a boy. I want to thank all of you for entering and coming along for the ride as we played the waiting game to find out our babies gender. However, given that we aren’t having twins, only one group of you guys could be right and that group is the folks that guessed Baby Guppy was a girl!
All 28 names were assigned a random number and then 28 numbers were placed into a hat, with one winner to be drawn. The drawing was conducted last night and the winner will be revealed “live” by watching the following video.
Good Luck Guys!
P.S. Ty’s hat was not harmed during the filming of this video
P.S.S. Tre’s drum sticks were not harmed after they were forcefully removed from him
So here we are, Labor Day has passed, the first week of football is complete, the days are getting shorter and I’m struggling to get over a cold. It’s official, summer is gone and soon to be forgotten as we prepare for the many many many many many many many cold months that follow it. Sorry for so many “many’s”, but we do live in Minnesota now, so I feel that it’s totally acceptable. At any rate, the end of summer brings the beginning of a new school year, and even though Tre was too young to start Kindergarten this year, he is still most certainly gaining an education; however misguided it may be.
The number 25 is significant in our society; there are many things that depend on the number 25 for survival. Gumball machines for instance, could you imagine how much revenue they would lose if that candy cost 26 cents? I mean who wants to dig for a quarter AND a penny while being hounded by a rowdy kid? And what if that silly “25 random things about me” list only had 24 things on it? Could you really go on another day without knowing that last thing about some person you barely knew in high school, but are now internet BFFs with? Of course you couldn’t, because the number 25 makes you whole, it warms that special place in your heart like no other number could do. That’s why when my wife turned a quarter of a century old, I had to put my best foot forward and ensure we celebrated in style.
Well we’ve finally come to the end of the road in our “I’m Old, I’m Proud, and I’ll Shout It Loud” series. Kinda funny how the name of the series keeps changing the further we get into it isn’t it? Must be the Alzheimer’s setting in. If you missed the first two entries in the “I’m An Old Fart” series (see, it just happened again), I’d recommend going to check them out here and here. To close out the series, we’ll be discussing one of America’s favorite pastimes: the amusement park! The amusement park is close to nearly all of our hearts, there’s something for everyone right? Between the roller coasters, games, food, shows, and water rides, there’s something for all of us to love at the amusement park right?
So there have been a few events that have occurred in the past couple of weeks that got me thinking about some aspects of my life. The more thought that I put into it, the faster it began to set in that more than likely, my thoughts were actually true. Once I accepted the fact that there was no escaping this very real phenomenon that had suddenly begun overtaking me, I decided that I should probably share it with you guys. You know, kinda open up a little, and discuss my issues with a support system, that kind of thing. But then I started thinking, if I reveal this drastic discovery, how will my readers react? Will they still love me? Will they forever read my words with a judging eye from this day forward? I was totally ready to chicken out; until I had a conversation earlier today with a good buddy, in which it became perfectly clear that I could no longer hide this from the world, because more than likely they already know! That conversation is below:
Me: “You know, it’s been really difficult to find time to write blog posts recently. I just can’t seem to squeeze in the time I need”
Good Buddy: Can’t you use Siri and just speak your blogs to her? That should save you some time.
Me: Man, I really don’t like Siri; it’d end up being more heartache than anything.
Good Buddy: Yeah, probably not a good idea since Siri’s a smart ass. Your blogging would be like…. Keith: “Siri, take a note: Ty just came in wearing skinny jeans” Siri: “Should I place ‘Just For Men’ on your shopping list?”
With all the “stuff” that Moms put up with, one day to recognize their beauty, love, and efforts just isn’t enough. A lot of people I know have issues with “Hallmark” holidays; they feel that it’s a conspiracy by big corporations to keep their pockets fat while sedating people who are in stale or stagnant relationships. I totally agree! Holidays like Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, and especially Valentine’s Day are built for those very reasons. Yet, I participate in full force every year and am proud to do so. Before you call me a hypocrite, check out this status update from my wife and be silenced:
