HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Oh Wait, We're A Little Late For That
Well, here you have it folks, we’ve reached the third and final installment of our it’s never too late series. Believe me, I know that I’m totally pushing the boundaries of that statement seeing as how it’s Jan 31st and I’m still blogging about New Years. But oh well, what can you do ya know? The neighbors Christmas lights are still on, so I’m gonna keep this holiday posts party going.
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
Well maybe sometimes it is. But seeing as how my neighbors still have their Christmas lights on, I figured what the hell; let’s do the annual end of the year holiday recap right now, today. Who cares that we’re a complete two weeks into the new year anyway? These stories are timeless right? Better late than never right? It’s better to finish the race last, than to not finish at all…right? Okay, so have I completely talked myself out of being a lazy bum and slacking on the holiday post? Yes you say, well great, let’s proceed with the recap of Christmas, Tre’s Bday, and New Year’s.
Happy New Year to all my DFB readers. It’s that time again, another new year for cheer, another new year for excitement and unlimited possibilities (until Dec 21st that is, joking). But most importantly, it’s another opportunity to recap the previous year hear at Daddy’s Fish Bowl. 2011 was a great year for us and what better way to get your new year pumping than revisiting some of the great posts that you loved during 2011. Take a moment to relive the magic of DFB, or if you’re a delinquent reader, think of this opportunity as a second chance at the DFB reader hall of fame. No matter your motivation, join us as we countdown the top 11 posts of 2011. What will be number one? Will it best the top post of 2010? You be the judge. Each entry will be listed with the title and a brief excerpt of the post, click the link to visit the post and memories, laughter, and sentimental moments that kept you coming back all year long.
December is here and boy did it come around quick this year. As most of you may know, December is my month of the year; although, that may change now that I’m back in a cold climate area. But Christmas is in December and it’s my favorite holiday, there for December wins “Month Of The Year Award” time and time again. We usually kick off our holiday rituals by going to pick out our Christmas tree together, this year we were able to do something a little different. Instead of going to just pick out our tree, we actually picked it out and cut it down ourselves. What an adventure that was; luckily we all survived and no one injured any vital organs and came back with all limbs intact.
Growing up I didn’t really understand or value the true meaning of Thanksgiving. To me, it was all about the over abundance of good food & a few extra days off from school, that’s all that really mattered. Sure I had a ton of things to be grateful for: I live in a household with both of my parents, we lived in the better part of the bad side of town (if that makes any sense), and I had a Mom that dedicated every inch of her being to making sure that I had a better life than she did. You see back then, I know all of those things, I guess I just felt that I was entitled to them and didn’t count them as blessings.
Well, here we after, still standing after a brutal (brutal meaning mild) snowstorm (snowstorm meaning snowfall). We survived, we made it thru and embraced the snow as if it were a long lost family member that we’ve only seen photos and videos of. When I say we, I should say they, Fefe and the kids. I’m no stranger to the snow and cold, growing up in Buffalo and all, but these guys are born and raised North Carolinians, so making it through the first snow fall deserves a round of applause. Even though we made it through, it wasn’t without a few casualties; so we’ll learn from our mistakes and continue on next time with a higher resolve.
Can I ask you guys to do me a favor? Please humor me and go back and read the title of this post again, but this time read it in your best West Coast Gangbanger voice. You see, that’s how I pronounce my city’s name on a regular basis because there is nothing cool or threatening about a town called Albertville. So in order to make up for the lack of toughness that the name Albertville evokes, I put a west coast gangbanger twist on it. Hey, it helps me sleep at night, don’t judge me.
A Sample Of Ty's Many Build & Grow Projects
I typically don’t get too excited about specific companies or products, unless it’s Apple, or PS3, or Right Guard deodorant. Okay, so maybe I do get obsessed excited about a few things here or there, but today’s company/product is different, it’s different because it’s totally awesome! Hmmmm, maybe I’ve said that before as well, um, okay, let’s just go with this one: it’s different because I said so! Too strong? Ah, I got it, it’s different because it’s totally FREE!!! Whew, now that that’s out of the way, now I can focus on more important things like explaining why the Lowe’s Build And Grow clinic is so awesome.
Addicted To Apples
Don’t eat them because they are tainted, tainted with some sick mind altering gadget love potion. That has to be the case, because I am totally addicted to Apple products; yup I’m a fanboy and I’m proud to admit it. It’s logical for me to be a fanboy, I’m a gadget guy; hell, my friends even nicknamed me Jetson (because I was so futuristic), but my family on the other hand is a bit less explainable. Apparently, the APPLE doesn’t fall far from the tree (pun SOOOO intended), because not only do my kids love trying to sneak and play on my iPhone, but they also have their own now. It’s crazy, I know; I’m not one to speak ill of those who have passed on, but I honestly thing Steve Jobs was engineering a little more than electronics. I think he was holding the key to biological warfare right within the walls of his headquarters in Cupertino, each new device releases a special pheromone that entices consumers to buy it. That’s not too farfetched is it? How else to you explain my family’s addiction to Apple products?
The Hair, Look At The Hair
The old Ty is back and I couldn’t be happier. For the past 6 months I have been staring at that child and asking myself why? Why does my child have to look like a Little Rascals extra, why in the world did he desire to grow his hair out? I already knew the answer to that question, so I’m not sure why I repeatedly asked it. Maybe it was a coping mechanism, my way of making it through the pain of having a self induced nappy headed child. But that’s all over now, as I said, the old Ty is back and what you see below is all that is left of those painful 6 months that have just ended.
