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.
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.
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.
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?
If you missed part 1 of this lovely two part post, head over here now to check it out.
The View Of Our First Destination
So yesterday I explained to you guys how the love of my life is pretty much a low down dirty filthy liar. Some of you may expect this post to detail the terms of our pending divorce. I mean, how can one man remain married to a woman so unscrupulous as Fefe? Someone who would lie and deceive her husband, someone who would do whatever it takes to pull one over on him and execute the perfect Father’s Day surprise? Well I guess all things considered, those crimes aren’t that bad. It terms of unforgivable martial offenses, what Fefe did would rank somewhere between adultery and having a donkey porn fetish. So I guess I’ll keep her around a bit longer. She did provide me with the best weekend that I’ve had in quite some time after all. The woman outdid herself this year and now that I’ve toyed with you long enough, let’s get into the particulars surrounding Father’s Day 2011.
Does This Make Up For Last Year's Tragedy???
Father’s Day just passed and luckily, this year, we made it through without any blunt head force trauma, crying, or disappointment. If you’re a bit confused, you may recall last year’s Father’s Day Tragedy and oh what a tragedy it was. Anytime you have swinging golf clubs connecting with human skulls, you’re pretty much destined for a tragedy of some sort. But that’s not what we’re here to talk about today. Today, we’re hear to discuss the 2011 Father’s Day Tragedy! Before you get your box of Kleenex ready, let me warn you, they won’t be needed. This year, Father’s Day was excellent and the only tragedy to discuss is the fact that Fefe finally got the better of me, so my ego was a little bruised. If I had to choose, I guess a bruised ego is better than Fefe having a bruised skull…I guess.
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.
While I’m out here in Minneapolis away from my family, some may think that I’m living the good life: no pestering kids, no nagging wife (sorry Fefe), limited responsibilities. You would think that for a guy who’s been tied to a ball & chain for a few years that a bit of “me” time would be well welcomed. You’d be wrong!!! Yeah, I do get to hang out til the wee hours of the night, I get to go to a restaurant without feeling as though I’m plopping down a mortgage payment to cover dinner, and I get unlimited uninterrupted nights of sleep. All that’s fine and dandy, but you guys are forgetting a few very important things. Things that no man should be forced to deal with, things that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy! Have I built up the suspense enough?
On this day, 2 years ago, I began serving a life sentence without the possibility of parole. A life sentence is pretty harsh and is typically reserved for very heinous crimes, such as murder, etc. I’m no murderer though, and yet here I am 2 yrs in to a life sentence. What could I have done to deserve such harsh punishment? My only crime was that I fell in LOVE, and because of it, I have been stripped of my basic freedoms. But unlike most inmates, I’m not protesting my verdict, not searching for a plea bargain, and show no remorse for my actions.
I love being married to Fefe, the love we share is quite honestly one of the best things to happen to me and I wouldn’t trade it in for anything in the world. Since getting married, we have grown stronger as a couple and our bond has strengthened tenfold. I’m happy that we made it over the 2 yr hurdle, (did you know that 1 in 12 marriages fail after only 2yrs?) but we aren’t out of the woods yet. They say 7 years is the magic number, if you make it that long you’re pretty much in the clear. I say screw them, our magic number is March 21, 2009, the day we got married. Like I said, I’m serving a life sentence WITHOUT the possibility of parole, and there’s no one else I’d rather spend it with.
I Love You Fefe
Yesterday’s post about cleaning our home and Tre being nominated for the TV show “Hoarders” made me think of the video below. I’m the total opposite of Tre, I’m willing to get rid of things at the drop of a dime. Last year when this video was recorded, we were doing some spring cleaning. One of the things that had to go was a rocking chair that had gotten moldy. So I decided to have some fun and scream karate sounds as I swung my sledge hammer. Fefe & Ty got a kick out of it, so she decided to record me breaking down the chair. It was a decision that I’m sure she regrets to this day. Watch the video to find out why.
