Let me start off this post by saying I am not naive, I understand how the world works, I’m totally aware that nowhere on this earth is completely safe. Hell, when I was a kid, my friends and I used to travel specifically to the suburbs for easy pickings of some unguarded BMX bikes. Let’s face it, when you live in a certain environment, specific precautions that are routinely a part of people’s lives are lost on you. When I was a kid, I ensured my bike was safe and secure in our garage at all times because the opportunity for it to grow legs and simply walk away was so high. My suburban colleagues didn’t necessarily have that constant threat as a reminder, so they were a bit more careless with their items, which in turn caused them to grow legs and walk away. Now, nearly 20 years later, I am in Suburbia and have been very careless with my possessions. Although, now we aren’t merely discussing BMX bikes anymore; the possessions that I speak of today are my children.
It was just a little over a year ago that I sat in my cube at work contemplating how in the world I would convince her to say yes. Hell, I hadn’t totally convinced myself to say yes, so convincing another individual was going to be a tough sell if I wasn’t even totally committed. Yup, I’m talking about the move to Minnesota; next week marks the one-year mark since I made the trek up to the Twin Cities. As I sit here now in the middle of March, on my deck, grill fired up, cold one in my hand as I type away; I can come to only one conclusion: Minnesota ain’t so tough!
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.
It’s been a long time…I shouldn’t of left you, without a dope blog to laugh to.
Aaliyah – Try Again (Snippet)
I want you guys to click play, close your eyes & imagine me performing this song using my improv lyrics noted above while attempting a very detailed Aaliyah dance routine. Okay, maybe you can scratch the dance routine part, that would probably turn this vision into a nightmare.
But you get the point, it’s been a very long time since I’ve put out a new post & I’m sorry for that. It’s been a busy few weeks getting the house in order & quite frankly, I’m a bit exhausted & all housed out. Don’t get me wrong, this was one of the funnest moves of my life. Mainly because we had movers doing all of the hard work, but also because it was a ball picking out new furniture & organizing & decorating the various rooms throughout the house.
But many of my hobbies (including blogging) were put on the back burner while we were in extreme make over mode. It actually wasn’t that extreme, the house was in very good shape; it just took forever to get things semi close to how we wanted. Right now, I’d say that we’re about 80-85% complete, and seeing as how we held our first party last weekend, I’d say it’s the perfect time to get back to doing the things I love, mainly entertaining you guys via this blog.
Now that I’m back in the saddle, expect some pent up blogging aggression to be unleashed unto the interwebs at a lightening pace. You can expect to be laughing your ass off at stories such as “Unintended Consequences”, “Power Of A Dollar”, and “Age Ain’t Nothin But A Number” (Hey Aaliyah). We’ve also got a few toy reviews in the works as well. Your kids love Beyblades? We’ve got a review coming up. How about wooden train sets? We’ll be giving you the low down on those as well. Thanks for your patience, as you can see, we’re picking up right where we left off & coming back better than ever; hopefully it’s been worth the wait. Ah who am I kidding, it’s definitely worth the wait!
Now if you’re interested in seein where I’ve been hiding and spending all of my free time lately, check out this exclusive: Daddy’s Fish Bowl’s version of MTV Cribs: DFB Cribs
We have a home, we have a home, WE HAVE A HOME!!!! I’m sorry for the insane amount of excitement, but after pushing my entire family under my best friend’s roof for nearly 5 months, I think I’m entitled to a moment of celebration (as is he). This process has been totally crazy and even though the deal that we got was amazing, I can honestly say that I will probably never do a short sale again. We put the offer in on this house on Apr 1st, the process was taking so long that I truly thought the bank may have felt our offer was a April Fools joke. But here we are 5 months later and the house we basically drooled over is FINALLY ours.
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).
I’ve gotta be honest with you guys, I truly don’t feel like blogging right now because truthfully I’m pissed off! I’m thankful, happy, and relieved, but still pissed off. I know the past few days here at Daddy’s Fish Bowl have been grim ones; so I wanted to update everyone on the latest information. I know that you’ve all been routing, praying and thinking about us in hopes that we make it thru this difficult situation and I can’t thank you enough for that. Well the good news is the eye of the storm has passed and Ty is SAFE at home with Fefe & Tre. He has been returned to our custody and we are all overjoyed by this. Ty and Tre especially; for two brothers who refuse to get along for more than 15 mins at a time, they showed & proved how much they’ve missed each other by holding off an entire 20 mins before bickering. If you’re not sure what I’m yapping about, you need to go read this post immediately and then come back and join the other up to date folks (tsk tsk).
Now if you’re the “warm and fuzzy” type, stop right now, go on your merry way knowing that all is fine and dandy in DFB’ville and have a nice day. On the other hand, if you love the controversy, enjoy the drama (which I know most of you do) continue on reading!
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.
As you guys know, the main factor behind my family’s separation is a suitable living situation for the entire clan. Tre is a terrorist who I wouldn’t set free in my worst enemy’s domicile, let alone my best friend’s. Therefore, it has been my sole mission to find a home & find one quickly. Since I’ve been out in Minneapolis, a lot of my free time has been consumed with searching for a new home. If I’m not out viewing homes, I’m online searching for new ones to view the next day. Which is a big part of the reason that the posts here haven’t been as plentiful as in months past. I’ve never hunted live game before, but I’d imagine it’s filled with many ups and downs and disappointments as well as achievements. I never took the “hunting” portion of my adventure literally but as I continue on this journey, I can definitely see the similarities.