As I sit at my desk, typing up this blog post for your reading enjoyment, my fingers are crossed. Yes, you read that correctly, I am typing with the fingers of my right hand crossed. So don’t be alarmed if you come across a few typos, or entire words missing from a sentence, for that matter. Just know that it is a necessary evil that I must contend with if I want to provide you guys with these super intelligent and uber entertaining and informative blog posts. What could bring on such preposterous behavior? Why are you being forced to take such precautions? Should I have my fingers crossed as well? I know that these are the burning questions of desire on your mind at this very moment and I’m going to get straight to the point. YES, CROSS YOUR FINGERS, cross them now, go ahead. It is imperative for your future well-being. No, it won’t save you from some unforeseen impending natural disaster, and no, crossing your fingers won’t protect you from the next big pandemic that threatens to wipe humanity off the face of the Earth. But I’ll tell you what it will do; it’ll protect you from contracting the God awful CHEESE TOUCH!!!
A LOT has happened in the past few weeks, there’s been so much going on, that my computer and I nearly got a divorce due to the fact that we’ve spent next to zero minutes together recently. Let’s see, a quick rundown: My mom came to visit, Fefe’s Dad came to visit, we had Christmas, we had Tre’s birthday, New Year’s celebrations, plays, date nights, and the list goes on and on. But the most memorable moment of the past few weeks by far is the day I almost died. Could you imagine what your lives would be like had you lost your favorite Daddy blogger to a freak accident? I know, you can’t fathom the thought, so let’s move on and discuss my experience of flirting with the Grimm Reaper.
I blame myself; all of the responsibility for what has happened to my sweet little boy can be placed squarely on my shoulders. I laid down the tracks for what he has become, can you blame him for driving the train to a predetermined destination? It’s my fault and I will someday make it up to him. Addiction is nothing new in our society, but seeing it pop up at the tender age of 4 is somewhat unheard of; the fact that the 4 year olds’ parent is actually the one who pumped the child full of the vice is both disturbing and appalling. I am not proud of what I’ve done, but I’m attempting to make amends for the monstrosities that have besieged my child due to my thoughtless and selfish behavior. This is my apology, not only to Tre, but also to the other members of our family that have been affected by his recent transformation.
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.
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 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.
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)
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.