When I was a kid people would ask me if I felt older on my birthday? I always responded with a resounding yes; during the teenage years you might have even gotten a HELL YEAH out of me. Obviously, it was a lie; I felt exactly the same, but was so happy to be a bit older that I had to express how great it felt. Today I’m 30 and if you ask me the same question the answer will undoubtedly be the same but for very different reasons. Now the answer is yes because that’s the freaking truth!
A Dangerous Place To Be
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.
Exhausted After Opening Gifts
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.
Happy BIrthday
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.
More than one that’s for sure!
Our Prisoner, I mean guest of honor
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:
Happy Birthday!
My birthday was this past Sunday, yup, this year I got the distinct pleasure of celebrating my birthday on Easter. This is a privilege that has been bestowed upon me only 2 times in my 29 years on this planet. The last time that this occurred was in 2007 and it wasn’t that big of a deal at all. Actually, no one seemed to care too much. I guess if this aligning of the stars and planets occurred when I was a kid, I probably would have been thrilled about my Birthday and Easter being on the same day; I mean gifts plus an Easter basket and Easter candy plus a birthday cake, what’s not to love right? However, as an adult, this coincidence didn’t have much of an effect on me. My offspring on the other hand is a different story. The fact that my birthday and Easter fell on the same day caused one of the largest controversies ever to affect our family.
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.
The Small Things That Make Kids Happy
I looked out my window last night & the Christmas lights were still blaring bright, therefore, the extremely late holiday recap will continue. Today, I’ll give you guys a quick rundown of Tre’s birthday, but more importantly, discuss the difficulties and pitfalls associated with having a birthday that falls in between Christmas and New Year’s.
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.
