When it comes to home cooked meals, chances are your Mother’s recipes are top notch. Growing up, your Mother’s cooking is pretty much all you know, so we tend to acquire a taste for Mom’s style and finesse in the kitchen. As we grow older and become exposed to a variety of food choices, some of the mystique and acclaim that Mom’s cooking once had tends to slightly fade away, but the roots of all those seasonings over the years are strong and engrained, so we typically find it very difficult to resist returning home from some of Mom’s good old fashion home cooked meals from time to time.
When we have children, we hope and pray that they live healthy, successful, and joyful lives. We hope they have tons of friends and are well liked, we hope that they accomplish all of their desires and dreams and we also hope that they love themselves as well as each other. Our family is pretty lucky, we’ve been blessed with 3 beautiful children who are having no problems at all achieving most of the bucket list items that I listed in the previous sentence. I say “most” because for some reason, we just can’t seem to get the whole “love thy neighbor” concept to properly take hold for our kids: and by “neighbor” I mean sibling and by “kids” I mean Tre. Tre just can’t seem to find that middle of the road balance, he’s either one extreme or the other. It’s black and white with this kid, where grey is apparently some abstract concept reserved for philosophers and others of such caliper. Previously, I wrote about the vicious battles between Tre and Ty, at times I think these two hate each other. But today, I bring you a very different tale, the flip side of the coin if you will; Tre loves his sister so much, that it is in fact quite sickening and boarding on illegal in 48 states.
Seeing as how it’s the last day of March and for some God forsaken reason, we still have snow in our forecast for this week, I thought a post about summertime could potentially bring about some good warm weather vibes. You know, the “whole speak it into existence” thing. Worth a try right, so I’m going to take you guys back to when the temps were high, the grass was green, and the snow was gone. Hopefully, Mother Nature will read this post and get the hint to get off her lazy rear end.
Regarding the title of the post, I have to direct that question to my male readers: have you ever had someone kick your balls??? No no no, not those balls, this is a family site remember? I’m talking about things like soccer balls, kick balls, etc. Fefe & I were just reminiscing about a ball related story; Tre’s first soccer season. Contrary to popular belief, getting your balls kicked can actually be kind of fun.
I’m just going to go ahead and get this out of the way: yes, it is the end of February and yes, this is a post about Christmas. But before, you start throwing around words like crazy, delirious, and psycho; give me a moment to explain myself. I’m none of those things, well maybe a little crazy, but that’s not the driving force behind this “well past its due date” post. The true emotion fueling this late February Christmas post is selfishness. Selfishness is clearly in direct opposition to the meaning of Christmas, but hey at least I’m being honest. Before we move forward, let me elaborate on exactly how my selfishness has led us to this point. Every night as I drive home through my neighborhood, I am forced to view houses that STILL feel the need to showcase their holiday cheer by continuing to turn their Christmas lights on. Really people? We’re exactly two months removed from the holidays and you’re still turning those Christmas lights on? Listen, at this point, the only reminder of Christmas that I expect is when I open my credit card statement each month; I don’t need my neighbors reminding me every day as well. So due to the fact that I’m forced to relive Christmas every evening, I felt that it was only right that I spread the holiday cheer around to my readers as well. I mean, what are friends for if they can’t wallow in each other’s pain? So you see, I’m not actually being selfish; it’s quite the opposite, I’m doing my duty to ensure that each of you are keeping those friendship skills sharp. You can thank me later.
Speed, agility, determination, confidence, and killer instincts; these are all qualities associated with being a good wrestler. These are also the same qualities that I see when I look at Tre. So if I were a betting man, and I am, I’d put top dollar on the fact that this kid is destined to be an awesome wrestler. Well, there’s a funny thing about betting men, most of them bet unwisely and this case doesn’t seem to be much different. Much like my lottery numbers last week, when it comes to Tre and wrestling, I didn’t pick a winner. But that’s okay, because again, like most betting men; I have no idea of when to cut my losses. So yup, I won’t be giving up on my little guy yet, I’ll keep betting on Tre to become an awesome wrestler. Now before you go handing out supportive father of the year awards, you might want to read on to learn about his first tournament experience. Then decide if I truly see a diamond in the rough or if I’m as delusional as my dreams of winning today’s $500+ million Mega Millions jackpot.
I need to start out by being up front on this one; I am by no means an expert on the following topic. Most of the time, I am a self-proclaimed expert on all things in all places, but when it comes to sibling interactions, I have to claim ignorance. Being the only child, you don’t get much experience with the day to day dealings of brothers and sisters. Cousins are the closest thing you have and if they piss you off, it’s not long before each of you are back in your separate homes and don’t have to see the other for a while. Apparently, that’s not the case with siblings, from what I’ve been told, there is no escape, there is no “un-brother” button ala Facebook. Once you have a sibling, you pretty much have them for life and this can become problematic, based on the stories I’ve heard and things I’ve witnessed.
Summer is over and the first week of school is in the books, so that can only mean one thing: I’m back to blogging! Now I know all of you have heard me spin this tale quite a few times in the recent past, like here, and here, and here, okay maybe “a few” is an understatement. But let’s be honest, you guys know that I’m like the hobo of the blog world, I float in and out, so maybe we shouldn’t focus on broken promises and lost truths; instead, we should turn our attention to the hear and now, and merely bask in the glory of another excellent blog post while we can.
Posted by Keith | Posted in Activities, Advice, Baby Guppy, Family, Tre, Ty | Posted on 18-06-2013
We’re baaaaaacccckkkkkk, transmitting live from, wait this is more of a transmission than a broadcast, and it’s more so pre-recorded than live, so um, let’s just say this post is coming all the way from Ireland. And now that we can clearly see that that’s a lie; I actually started writing this post in Ireland, but the jetlag took over and basically what you saw until the sentence previous to this one was about as far as I got. I know it’s been quite a while since I’ve put a post out and I feel horrible about that. Really I do, you should see my face, it’s the face of a horrible feeling person, never mind the fact that I’m hungover from frolicking with the Irish, the horrible feeling is totally dedicated to you guys. Well I guess I wrote that line in Ireland as well, and apparently, it was another lie. Lies, lies, lies, I’m starting to feel a bit Obama-ish. Ouch, I didn’t mean that, Obama, you my boy!!! So now that the lies and excuses are out of the way, let’s jump straight into this post shall we?
Posted by Keith | Posted in Family, Fefe, Grandparents, Play Stories, Tre, Ty | Posted on 25-04-2013
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!!!
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!