I am tired. And I acknowledge that dimly is no excuse.
Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
Failing at life
Since leaving the basement in 2010 to work in Cubeville, I believe my biggest failing in life has been to not find my "Cheers" in which to get schnookered for the transition from work to home and vice versa.
Musical Boobies!
When my wife walked through the room with music projecting from her chest, I knew she had an iPhone tucked in her bra, but I couldn’t resist declaring, "Musical boobies!" and hugging her with my ear pressed to one.
Of course, she grinned and replied, "I knew you were going to say that." Then, when I attempted to dial in a different station and turn up the volume, she frowned.
Morons
Deep thoughts
If your sole goal has become “just make it to the end” perhaps the time has come to rethink your life’s purpose.
Nice guys do finish last
There’s a reason nice guys finish last and I think it’s time to move ahead of the pack.
Can’t trust tonight’s blood pressure measurement
I decided to start measuring my blood pressure again. I grab the cuff and there’s no back on it. The 4 AA batteries are no where to be found. Neither is the back (which holds the batteries in). You know, if you are going to steal the batteries..fine but at least but the battery cover back on!
I suspect the conversation was "hey, wanna see Dad’s blood pressure REALLY high?"
Sunday delimia
I just took my son to work. Do I go back to bed? Feed the animals circling at my feet? Read a book? Work? Improve the house? Wash a car?
Awkward parent moment
Tonight’s awkward moment of reading aloud to your 8 year old brought to by Neil Gaimen in Stardust. I hesitated as I read with enthusiasm, "and her tongue slid into his mouth" but I bravely pressed on, "his hand felt her small breasts through the silk of her dress" huh? "touched the hard nubs of her nipples" Now wait a minute! Did I just read that out loud to my 8 year old boy in the presence of my eleven year old girl?! I flip the soft porn over and examine the back cover for an age recommendation. There is an S in a triangle which I presume means safe but I read the next paragraph to myself and skipped reading aloud the parts about arching, pushing, exulting, and not pulling out because she held him inside her with her legs wrapped around him.
Skipping to the next safe paragraph, I continue reading to my children.
Of Being Dad
I’d give the world to be a stay at home dad the next 3 years.
Saturday Dad
It’s the first day of a long weekend. Monday is a holiday. I’m trying to maintain my cool despite the stress I am under to complete client projects and personal projects. I feel hamstrung by some of the service people in my life who have failed to come through. A surveyor who hasn’t come out to mark my property lines. An hvac person who hasn’t found the time to consult with me. My attorney is being slow to answer some questions. My electrician … well… my electrician is waiting on me to commit to the project.
As a father, it is difficult to remember that despite giving your children the same instruction 29999 times that they don’t truly remember the instructions until you’ve given it to them 30000 times. But this is how they learning. Today I watched my son start to use the weed eater without eye protection. Apparently he doesn’t remember his grandfather’s trip to the emergency room.
Me
I am capable of so much more.
At the butcher shop
Me: "Why do they call them cowboy ribeyes?"
Butcher: "They had to call it something."
Of Being Dad
I just read to my youngest children for an hour. I am hoarse and happy.
Monday Stains
I really should carry a Tide To Go Instant Stain Remover with me on Mondays.
