Daddy's Fish BowlA Clear View Of A Father's Family Experiences

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.

Me & My Momma

Listen up people, I’m about to let you in on the United States best kept secret, matter of fact, screw that, this is probably the best kept secret of the entire world!!! All of the various world organization leaders have had this knowledge for quite some time and decided to withhold it from you, for fear that you would not be able to process and accept the magnitude that this secure holds.  But you know what? I am here and i am not afraid, I’m am standing up to my oppressors and telling them that I will not stand for it any longer, I know the truth and so should my peers!  So if they won’t tell you, I most certainly will.  Today is a world wide holiday that has been suppressed by the powers that be for many years.  This day, November 9th, should be sang out from the mountain tops as a joyous occasions, yet it passes by each year with only a mention of it being the day that the first issue of Rolling Stone Magazine was published (1962).  Well I say NO MORE, I am breaking the boundaries and letting the people know of the significance that this day holds!!! Follow me people, learn the truth, which has been hidden from you for so many years!

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.

Very recently, within the span of two weeks I encountered two very different kinds of hustlers. I tried very desperately to teach each of these people a lesson about hard work and honesty, but surprisingly got two extremely different results. This experience has given me the opportunity to understand the underbelly of the hustling world, to really dig in and get up close and personal with these unsavory individuals. During my recent experiences, I have learned that not all hustlers are unscrupulous characters. Some of these hustlers actually have a moral code, there are ethics to their dealings and a general sense of honor in their dealings. Of course the two hustlers that I encountered are none other than my very own children; Tre & Ty. They both had angles to work recently, only one of them went about it in a way that can only be described as COMPLETELY SHADY!!! For the remainder of this post these hustlers will be known as hustler #1 & hustler #2; I’ll let you judge for yourself which child is associated with what hustle.

This Is Where I'm From

So today is my first day back to work, both in real life and on this blog.  After an 11 day hiatus, I must admit, it was extremely tough getting back into the swing of things.  But alas, here I am blogging my little heart out; ready to spill all the gory details regarding our recent trip to the mean streets of Buffalo, NY.  After 3 years of being away from my hometown, a 10 year high school reunion presented the perfect excuse for a return trip back.  The reunion was the reason that brought us back to Buff, but surely wasn’t the only thing we had on our agenda during our stay.  I’ll be doing a series of short posts detailing the various aspects of our trip, so be sure to check back regularly to ensure you don’t miss any of the excitement.  The first post in the series will be about my experience at my 10 year high school reunion, click the link to check it out.  But before you do, be sure to check out the 10 most important things that I learned from this recent trip to my hometown.

1. Buffalo has changed a lot

2. Buffalo hasn’t changed at all

3. You can’t make up for 3yrs in 8 days. There will inevitably be some people that you don’t get to see

4. Moms cooking can erase 4months of weight loss in one quick week

5. Strip Clubs can be very dangerous places

6. As an aging adult, 4am is now waaaayyyy too late for bars & clubs to stay open

7. $2000 is not too much to pay for plane tickets to avoid a 16hr car ride with a 6 & 3yr old

8. Long distance grandparents are the best babysitters in the world

9. High School class reunions aren’t as popular as they once were

And last but not least

10. There is no place like home (I just can’t stay there for extended periods of time)

All Packed & Ready To Go

Fefe & Tre come back to Minneapolis tonight, FOR GOOD this time and I thought it was only fitting to share with you the story of Tre’s first plane ride, train ride, and (Minnesota)car ride; which took place a little over a month ago when we made the trip to Minneapolis for the first time (and what we thought was the last time).  It was actually his second plane ride, but seeing as how he was only a few months old for the first one, I think this trip qualifies as his (un)official first trip on an airplane.

As with everything that Tre is involved in, associated with, or a part of, his plane ride was full of spectacle, laughter, drama, and pretty much plain ole pure entertainment.  So sit back, kick your feet up and get prepared to enjoy the Tre Variety Hour (or 15 mins in this case).

Who would have thought that these would be so valuable

How many times have you received a gift that you just didn’t want? I mean one that was so bad, you actually considered giving it back to the person who gave it to you? Now that’s a pretty bold move, considering it’s the thought that counts. Returning a gift to someone basically says not only does your gift suck, but I also don’t care much about your feelings. Who would be so callous to do such a thing? You guessed it, I would! I have done it, and probably shouldn’t be so smug about my actions. The gift giver was my mother.

Taking The First Link Off The Chain

Are you guys in full blown Christmas spirit mode yet? I know that I am, Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year, it’s been that way for as long as I can remember and I hope to make it the same for my children.  We have several family traditions that we partake in each year around the holiday season, so this week I’d like to spend some time sharing those traditions with you and hopefully hearing some of your own family traditions.

Admitting it is the 1st step to recovery

We interrupt your regularly scheduled blogging content to bring you this very important message. Paid for by the MBA (Momma’s Boy Association)

Okay, so it’s no big secret that I’m a momma’s boy, but if you had my Mom, you would be too.  This woman has always been there for me, sacrificed and dedicated her life to enriching my own.  In my 27 years on this earth she has never let me down, and that’s not something I can say about anyone else I’ve grown to know over the years.  That’s a pretty tall order there, 27 years is a long time to never disappoint someone, almost impossible even.  I mean, I’ve disappointed people within the first 5 minutes of meeting them, so to have a 27 year streak really says something about a person’s character.  That’s why I’m proud to be a momma’s boy and will gladly except any ridicule that comes along with it. 

Today is my Mom’s birthday and I’ll be busy ensuring that she knows how much we appreciate her all day long.  I’ve got a long list of surprises lined up for her, and the first was this short, simple, blog post to wish her Happy Birthday and let the world know that she’s the BEST!!!!!

I Love You Mom

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"Dope On The Table"

The mess that you see above was found in a secret spot this past weekend while Fefe and I were rearranging our living room. We were both shocked when we came across this discovery, but mine wore off quickly. Because I’ve been here before, it was like seeing a glitch in the Matrix, déjà vu if you will. But in order to explain, we must travel back, far back in time. The “stash spot” started two generations before Tre and has mysteriously been handed down genetically with each new rendition of the Keiths.

Yes, my father is the culprit who originated the stash spot in our family. The motives have changed over the years however, what began out of necessity has now transformed into mere mischief. I was told the story of my father’s stash spot during my teen years, long after I had developed my own. But hearing the origins of one of my own habits actually put my mind at ease about what I had been doing for so many years.