Ever get that pit in your stomach? That pit you can't quite figure? That pit in your stomach that tells you something isn't right, but you just can't put your finger on it?
Like you are driving to work and something doesn't seem right? Like maybe you left your coffee cup on the bumper? Or your cell phone on the counter? But you keep driving, because you are drinking your coffee and can see you haven't forgotten your cell phone?
Ever get halfway to work and that pit in your stomach is now screaming at you so loudly, that you actually de-cellerate and look in the rear-view mirror?
And you see your son in the back seat - that son you forgot to drop off at Daycare?
Oh boy...
Monday, September 28, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Discovering One from the Way-Back Machine
Finding a Smile
Ever go through something scary and then discover "feces occurs" and You will go through something like this every so often in the years ahead? Ready or not?
I experienced something this week. At first, I thought I was having a stroke. Well, maybe not "at first" but by the end of the day, I secretly laughed out loud at my distorted face wondering what in the world was going on.... could it reeeeaaallly be a stroke? My face was broke. I could not spit.
I did not have a stroke.
Ever hear of Bells Palsy? I had not. Now I had.
It wasn't like a brush with death, but needless to say...
Later that night, in the silent of darkness, sitting at home, looking for meaning, my own meaning in life, I found some old pics and slideshows I thought were long lost. It's like finding a Smile. A really big Smile. And Meaning. Really Big Meaning.
I put in an old CD from 1977 and the teary smile was complete. I found Cecilio & Kapono's Night Music and I had it on the loud side. Nice memories.
I created this "movie" when David was almost two years old. This movie is all David. Matthew is almost 2 now. It is creepy how much they could be each other at this age. Matthew is not in this. Note to self: Label those pictures!
I feel beaten down. I wish some days for the ever-lovin'-take-me-now-heart attack and then I find things like this and I just want to crank the music and thank the Lord I did not die last Monday. Seriously and thankfully, this was not a stroke.
Amazing what the body can do under stress. .. . It seems silly actually. Whatever.
Here's a big ol' cheesy smile for my readership of 3 that smile when they think of me. Gotta love The Muppets. I actually have this CD in my truck right now, but I promise it is there for David, not me. Matthew even shakes his head side-to-side during the Ow-Ow-Ow song...just like David did - creepy, huh?
Yeah, I'd like to stick around.
Ever go through something scary and then discover "feces occurs" and You will go through something like this every so often in the years ahead? Ready or not?
I experienced something this week. At first, I thought I was having a stroke. Well, maybe not "at first" but by the end of the day, I secretly laughed out loud at my distorted face wondering what in the world was going on.... could it reeeeaaallly be a stroke? My face was broke. I could not spit.
I did not have a stroke.
Ever hear of Bells Palsy? I had not. Now I had.
It wasn't like a brush with death, but needless to say...
Later that night, in the silent of darkness, sitting at home, looking for meaning, my own meaning in life, I found some old pics and slideshows I thought were long lost. It's like finding a Smile. A really big Smile. And Meaning. Really Big Meaning.
I put in an old CD from 1977 and the teary smile was complete. I found Cecilio & Kapono's Night Music and I had it on the loud side. Nice memories.
I created this "movie" when David was almost two years old. This movie is all David. Matthew is almost 2 now. It is creepy how much they could be each other at this age. Matthew is not in this. Note to self: Label those pictures!
I feel beaten down. I wish some days for the ever-lovin'-take-me-now-heart attack and then I find things like this and I just want to crank the music and thank the Lord I did not die last Monday. Seriously and thankfully, this was not a stroke.
Amazing what the body can do under stress. .. . It seems silly actually. Whatever.
Here's a big ol' cheesy smile for my readership of 3 that smile when they think of me. Gotta love The Muppets. I actually have this CD in my truck right now, but I promise it is there for David, not me. Matthew even shakes his head side-to-side during the Ow-Ow-Ow song...just like David did - creepy, huh?
Yeah, I'd like to stick around.
Go hug your dog. Hug your kids. Wash your wife's dishes.
Give Nana a Big Hug. An extra long one. Nanas need Smiles too.
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
Breaking Mommy's Back
Breaking Mommy's Back.
You've heard it before... "Step on a crack, break your Mommy's back..."
Being David's first year of big-boy-school, it is only fair to teach him to avoid the cracks in the sidewalk, otherwise his Mother is doubled-over in pain with a broken back.
It is like a Father-Son bonding time. It is the Best.
Each morning we walk into school, avoiding cracks, holding hands, laughing, oohing and aahhing over how close we come. "Poor Mommy," he yells when he misses and steps on a crack.
But on Tuesday this week, I laughed out loud. Goof!
After avoiding "Cracks That Break Mommy's Back" on the way INTO the school, I dropped David off at his classroom. .
Big Hug. Big Kiss. And then I began my walk back to my truck.
On my way OUT, I, me, yes ME, all by myself shuffle-stepped over a crack and jumped up and over another set of cracks in the sidewalk.
Please tell me nobody saw me do this?
Goof!
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You've heard it before... "Step on a crack, break your Mommy's back..."
Being David's first year of big-boy-school, it is only fair to teach him to avoid the cracks in the sidewalk, otherwise his Mother is doubled-over in pain with a broken back.
It is like a Father-Son bonding time. It is the Best.
Each morning we walk into school, avoiding cracks, holding hands, laughing, oohing and aahhing over how close we come. "Poor Mommy," he yells when he misses and steps on a crack.
But on Tuesday this week, I laughed out loud. Goof!
After avoiding "Cracks That Break Mommy's Back" on the way INTO the school, I dropped David off at his classroom. .
Big Hug. Big Kiss. And then I began my walk back to my truck.
On my way OUT, I, me, yes ME, all by myself shuffle-stepped over a crack and jumped up and over another set of cracks in the sidewalk.
Please tell me nobody saw me do this?
Goof!
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Saturday, September 12, 2009
Summer 2009 Reduced to a Random 10 Minute Slide Show
Here are a series of random shots taken this summer in no particular order. This summer really was a blur. We've been blessed to have both friends and family come visit the beach and yet this is such an incomplete slideshow. I wish I had SO much more to share!
I look back and I am so sorry I did not write more and keep up.
Summer is over. Over? Is it REALLY September already?!
I'd also like to apologize if it sounds like porno music to you by the band, Particle.
Big Hugs.
And be honest, did you REALLY sit through all 10 minutes?!
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Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Nana's Pico de Salsa
Nana's Pico de Salsa
Nana's Garden turned out some beautiful hot peppers. Everything else pretty much died. Excessive heat, excessive rain and an uncontrollable wave of tomato worms pretty much tore the garden apart. But the peppers were hot and plentiful. For this recipe, fresh from Nana's Garden, I did get to use about 20 hot peppers, 1 tomato, basil, and oregano.
Salsa anyone?
My sister's blog about canning kind of got me fired up. Of course I did not follow any instructions and just went with what felt right at the time.
Nicknamed, Nana's Pico de Salsa, I had some with lunch today. I'm still typing. I'm not perculating. That's a good thing.
Thank You KD for the inspiration, Thank You Nana for the high hopes of having a garden and ruining an hour of every evening of mine since May. kidding!
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Included in this recipe for Nana's Pico de Salsa: Habaneros, Fresh Tomatos, Fresh Cilantro, Fresh Basil, Fresh Oregano, Granulated Garlic, Grilled Red Onion, Grilled Red Pepper, Grilled Green Pepper, Grilled Corn on the Cob, Lime, Lemon, Balsamic Vinegar, Worchestire Sauce, Cumin, Chili Powder, Celery Salt, Corse Black Pepper, Sugar and Sea Salt.
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As well as one 18-month-old boy attached to my leg, one hungry Golden Retriever hoping I'd drop something other than a spicy vegetable, and a number of Yuengling Traditional Lagers to carry me through. Sister Hazel's new release aptly named "Release" kept me in the groove. This recipe, truly looked good, tasted good, smelled good and sounded good in the making.
. Cheers .
The Hands-On Museum for Children
David and I spent Saturday at the Hands-On Museum for Children. If you are keeping track from an earlier post, this is on David's wish list of things to do together.
He went to this place on a summertime daycare field trip and has been asking to come back since then. I've been a little unsure about him returning - I'm a signguy - and I swear to you, their sign says, and I'm sorry I do not have a picture, but I can find one, their sign actually says, and this is for real: Hands-On Children Museum.
I'm a little creeped out okay? But we go and I bring my camera for state's evidence if it is needed. It wasn't.
As much fun as David had, it did not take long to realize - this is not a museum. This is a rather large play area - an expanded indoor play facility; a themed play area; somewhat educational, and SO lacking a necessary bar for the parents.
The place is broken up into themed environments. Clean. Organized and through the eyes of a brand new 5-year-old, a really cool place to run crazy and play pretend. David really did have a blast. (Dad really did need a beer.)
He went to this place on a summertime daycare field trip and has been asking to come back since then. I've been a little unsure about him returning - I'm a signguy - and I swear to you, their sign says, and I'm sorry I do not have a picture, but I can find one, their sign actually says, and this is for real: Hands-On Children Museum.
I'm a little creeped out okay? But we go and I bring my camera for state's evidence if it is needed. It wasn't.
As much fun as David had, it did not take long to realize - this is not a museum. This is a rather large play area - an expanded indoor play facility; a themed play area; somewhat educational, and SO lacking a necessary bar for the parents.
The place is broken up into themed environments. Clean. Organized and through the eyes of a brand new 5-year-old, a really cool place to run crazy and play pretend. David really did have a blast. (Dad really did need a beer.)
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However...
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Watching David through the eyes of a 5-year-old's imagination was priceless. There is something amazing as a parent to watch their child be their own person - and this place did just that. There was no sensory overload. There was a nice mix of real-life stuff with indoor playground stuff. David had a great time. It accelerated conversation. It made him ask questions. He acted 2, he acted 10 and he loved acting 5. He made me laugh out loud and yet he, too, he surprised me with insightful questions or pretty smart thinking. Things like, as a fireman, he put cones out to stop the traffic so the firetrucks and the rescue trucks had a place to park. Pretty smart thinking for a 5-year-old holding a stuffed Dalmation.
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We had an excellent time together. He is a gift. I loved our conversations. I loved our laughs. I loved that he acted with respect and listened to adults. (Including ME, amazingly!) Seriously though, we really did have a great time. I know its only been a week of Kindergarten, but he LOVES to learn. It is amazing to witness. It was a day I did not, seriously, did not want to end.
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Today was a special smile.
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Saturday, September 5, 2009
Happy Birthday Leonardodalulu
Today is my sister's birthday - the youngest one - the Holly Hobby, Strawberry Shortcake, Little House On The Prairie Sister.
KD is the sweetest. KD is the truest. KD is so amazing.
Everyday, a piece of me wishes, maybe envies, that I could bring more into my life that KD has everyday in hers. Its not easy for me. She does it all with such grace.
Character. Family. Integrity. Honesty. Love. Marriage. Trust. Selflessness. And a hidden sense of humor that can make me spray beer bubbles out my nose or make me cry at her insight. Sometimes even at the same time.
KD is a very special human being.
Character. KD is Genuine. Wholesome. The girl next door.
Family. Kids from college to toddler. Amazingly gifted, sweet kids.
Integrity. There is something about KD that as her brother, I measure myself against. Hard to explain.
Honesty. She may bite her lip, but if someone asked her if she ever told a lie, I would truly not be surprised if her answer was, "No." (But then she'd share a zillion hysterical "Little White Lies" that she says don't count)
Love. I so admire her love for her Family, and for her Husband. It's huge.
Marriage. I know you can't read a book by its cover, and sometimes there can be many things behind the scenes we may never know of - but when it comes to Marriage, there is a purity, you might say, about their marriage. Married out of high school, small town school, well rooted, never rich - she married a man I even hesitate to spend time with, because in my own insecurities, I feel inferior. Her husband is an amazing man, an amazing person, an amazing father and truly an amazing husband.
Trust. I sincerely feel that I can go to my sister anytime, tell her anything, about anybody, and even confide my own misgivings about any situation, and it stays with her. She may just be the only person I know I can truly trust like that. I fear my other family members may start to say," Hey - what about... - oh wait..." and then realize they probably feel the same way about her.
Selflessness. Something tells me she puts her husband, his job, her family all before herself. Although, God forbid she finds a pile of vintage fabrics and no money in bank ...
And the hidden sense of humor?
When she was twelve she mailed me a bunch of shredded cotton and said it was toe fuzz. She began to call me Leonardo. I have no idea why. Still don't, but she still calls me that. I mailed her back a scab off my knee. She was totally grossed out, but deep down, I think she kind of liked it and we've been trying to out-do each other ever since.
One time, my Grammy, God bless her, was climbing the stairs for the first time to the second floor in KD's old farmhouse which she and K just bought. Out of breath, in her 70's. This was big. KD calmly walks out of one of the bedrooms buck naked and just stands there at the top of the stairs like it’s nothing. I know, that story scares me too.
KD is my motivation to write.
KD is extremely talented in sharing her life in a humorous, touching way with such meaning. I inspire to write as gifted as she does. I'd probably use more descriptive words like poopie butt, explosive diarrhea and drooping boobies, than she normally would though. Not to say she's not capable.
We used to email a bunch back and forth between family. She would get so mad when I would take one of her emails, and re-write it, totally taking it out of context and sending it back to the family. I would laugh so hard I'd have such explosive diarrhea out of my poopie butt that my drooping man boobies would jiggle. (see - I say it - not that funny - KD says something like that and it is hysterical. I SO wish I could write like her)
So as any big brother would do...
She wrote a very nice list on her blog, commemorating her 37th Birthday. Very touching, humble and heartwarming. Of course, I have re-written it. In her honor, on her 37th Birthday, because I love my Leonardodalulu so much...
1. Today I turn 37
.2. My boobies don't feel different
3. though I found a few gray hairs on them recently.
4. This past year I have discovered many new growths on myself.
5. This could not be a good thing.
6. I feel more twisted and deranged than I ever have
7. Though I am very shy. Slut..
8. It’s okay to be gun shy--
9. I just learned this.
10. I like spots, I am not shy about peeing.
11. I like to play hard (and win). (I didn't re-write anything in this line. heehee)
12. My husband is deployed and I miss him every minute of the day.
13. Really I do. (OK - I especially didn't re-write lines 12 and 13, how could I?)
14. I like learning about my butt.
15. We had our first child when I was 12.
16. The oldest child is in Westview Retirement Community Hospital and the youngest age two.
17. If we eat out the waitress will ask, “are those reeeaaallly your boobies? they are just so divine! Just one check?”
18. and I want to say yeah duh, these are that way because of my kids.
19. But I don’t.
20. They are freckly
21. and need braces
22. I tivo Dr. Ruth everyday
23. Blue birds are shot at regularly with a BB gun on my property
24. so are Jehova's Witnesses
25. I have never had a black and bitter, like I like my women, cup of coffee
26. or a beer poured down my cat's teets and into my mouth at a kegger
27. but I like to think I might someday
28. I like to laugh at my brother's amazingly great and wickedly hilarious sense of humor every minute of every day
29. My sister can make me laugh until I feel like I will pass gas out of my tear duct
30. Once many years ago we were shopping and I sneezed/farted
31. It still makes us fart together in unison
32. I wish I lived on a sprawling ant farm with seahorses and sheep herders.
33. With a large old draft horse
34. and a vagina that smells musty when it rains
35. I worry too much about my brother saying vagina .
36. I count the days until K comes home
37. and we are all together again, living a life SO much better than what’s going on in my brother's sick, humorless head
I'm sure that anyone reading this has already read her blog - but if not, I hope she doesn't mind if I share freckledhen.blogspot.com with you.
Big Hugs, KD, Happy Birthday,
Leonardo
KD is the sweetest. KD is the truest. KD is so amazing.
Everyday, a piece of me wishes, maybe envies, that I could bring more into my life that KD has everyday in hers. Its not easy for me. She does it all with such grace.
Character. Family. Integrity. Honesty. Love. Marriage. Trust. Selflessness. And a hidden sense of humor that can make me spray beer bubbles out my nose or make me cry at her insight. Sometimes even at the same time.
KD is a very special human being.
Character. KD is Genuine. Wholesome. The girl next door.
Family. Kids from college to toddler. Amazingly gifted, sweet kids.
Integrity. There is something about KD that as her brother, I measure myself against. Hard to explain.
Honesty. She may bite her lip, but if someone asked her if she ever told a lie, I would truly not be surprised if her answer was, "No." (But then she'd share a zillion hysterical "Little White Lies" that she says don't count)
Love. I so admire her love for her Family, and for her Husband. It's huge.
Marriage. I know you can't read a book by its cover, and sometimes there can be many things behind the scenes we may never know of - but when it comes to Marriage, there is a purity, you might say, about their marriage. Married out of high school, small town school, well rooted, never rich - she married a man I even hesitate to spend time with, because in my own insecurities, I feel inferior. Her husband is an amazing man, an amazing person, an amazing father and truly an amazing husband.
Trust. I sincerely feel that I can go to my sister anytime, tell her anything, about anybody, and even confide my own misgivings about any situation, and it stays with her. She may just be the only person I know I can truly trust like that. I fear my other family members may start to say," Hey - what about... - oh wait..." and then realize they probably feel the same way about her.
Selflessness. Something tells me she puts her husband, his job, her family all before herself. Although, God forbid she finds a pile of vintage fabrics and no money in bank ...
And the hidden sense of humor?
When she was twelve she mailed me a bunch of shredded cotton and said it was toe fuzz. She began to call me Leonardo. I have no idea why. Still don't, but she still calls me that. I mailed her back a scab off my knee. She was totally grossed out, but deep down, I think she kind of liked it and we've been trying to out-do each other ever since.
One time, my Grammy, God bless her, was climbing the stairs for the first time to the second floor in KD's old farmhouse which she and K just bought. Out of breath, in her 70's. This was big. KD calmly walks out of one of the bedrooms buck naked and just stands there at the top of the stairs like it’s nothing. I know, that story scares me too.
KD is my motivation to write.
KD is extremely talented in sharing her life in a humorous, touching way with such meaning. I inspire to write as gifted as she does. I'd probably use more descriptive words like poopie butt, explosive diarrhea and drooping boobies, than she normally would though. Not to say she's not capable.
We used to email a bunch back and forth between family. She would get so mad when I would take one of her emails, and re-write it, totally taking it out of context and sending it back to the family. I would laugh so hard I'd have such explosive diarrhea out of my poopie butt that my drooping man boobies would jiggle. (see - I say it - not that funny - KD says something like that and it is hysterical. I SO wish I could write like her)
So as any big brother would do...
She wrote a very nice list on her blog, commemorating her 37th Birthday. Very touching, humble and heartwarming. Of course, I have re-written it. In her honor, on her 37th Birthday, because I love my Leonardodalulu so much...
1. Today I turn 37
.2. My boobies don't feel different
3. though I found a few gray hairs on them recently.
4. This past year I have discovered many new growths on myself.
5. This could not be a good thing.
6. I feel more twisted and deranged than I ever have
7. Though I am very shy. Slut..
8. It’s okay to be gun shy--
9. I just learned this.
10. I like spots, I am not shy about peeing.
11. I like to play hard (and win). (I didn't re-write anything in this line. heehee)
12. My husband is deployed and I miss him every minute of the day.
13. Really I do. (OK - I especially didn't re-write lines 12 and 13, how could I?)
14. I like learning about my butt.
15. We had our first child when I was 12.
16. The oldest child is in Westview Retirement Community Hospital and the youngest age two.
17. If we eat out the waitress will ask, “are those reeeaaallly your boobies? they are just so divine! Just one check?”
18. and I want to say yeah duh, these are that way because of my kids.
19. But I don’t.
20. They are freckly
21. and need braces
22. I tivo Dr. Ruth everyday
23. Blue birds are shot at regularly with a BB gun on my property
24. so are Jehova's Witnesses
25. I have never had a black and bitter, like I like my women, cup of coffee
26. or a beer poured down my cat's teets and into my mouth at a kegger
27. but I like to think I might someday
28. I like to laugh at my brother's amazingly great and wickedly hilarious sense of humor every minute of every day
29. My sister can make me laugh until I feel like I will pass gas out of my tear duct
30. Once many years ago we were shopping and I sneezed/farted
31. It still makes us fart together in unison
32. I wish I lived on a sprawling ant farm with seahorses and sheep herders.
33. With a large old draft horse
34. and a vagina that smells musty when it rains
35. I worry too much about my brother saying vagina .
36. I count the days until K comes home
37. and we are all together again, living a life SO much better than what’s going on in my brother's sick, humorless head
I'm sure that anyone reading this has already read her blog - but if not, I hope she doesn't mind if I share freckledhen.blogspot.com with you.
Big Hugs, KD, Happy Birthday,
Leonardo
Friday, September 4, 2009
A Right Hand - Left Hand Test
A Simple Observational Skill To Tell if Your Son Will Be Left Handed or Right Handed
Hint: David is Right Handed
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Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Happy Birthday Uncle J!
Today is my Uncle's Birthday
He is an Uncle that feels more like an older Brother.
yet
He is an Uncle that makes me feel like I am a Son he never had.
There is something about my Uncle J that makes me wish I was closer to his age, so I could be his friend, like an equal. Or maybe even younger, so maybe he'd spoil me like other Uncles who spoil their nephews.
But seriously, I really would opt for what we do have.
He loves photography. I love photography. But he is an amazing photographer - I will always try to take better pictures because of him. I critique every shot like he is over my shoulder.
He is an Uncle that feels more like an older Brother.
yet
He is an Uncle that makes me feel like I am a Son he never had.
There is something about my Uncle J that makes me wish I was closer to his age, so I could be his friend, like an equal. Or maybe even younger, so maybe he'd spoil me like other Uncles who spoil their nephews.
But seriously, I really would opt for what we do have.
He loves photography. I love photography. But he is an amazing photographer - I will always try to take better pictures because of him. I critique every shot like he is over my shoulder.
photo by J. Fitts
He loves nature. I love nature. But he goes out and hikes far more often than me - I will always cherish even my slightest moments in nature so much more, because of him.
photo not by J. Fitts - but by this very Dadman
He loves kayaking. I love kayaking. But he kayaks so much more than me, in far more beautiful places than me - I will always view my surroundings and see the beauty so much more, because of him.
For some reason, I always finish a kayak trip with a dark beer. I got to share a couple of dark beers with him once after a paddle on the Cape - it was 10:30am when we finished and I still remember how nervous I was asking him if he wanted one. (Turns out, Uncles you look up to, can still make you feel like a little kid, especially when you ask if he wants a beer in the middle of the morning!)
He loves to read. I love to read. My favorite books are narratives about adventure or travel - we have exchanged many books and shared many titles. I might live 1400 miles away from him, but every book I read, still today, I wonder if it is a book he would enjoy.He followed a dream. I am a dreamer. His dream led him to Cape Cod and it was not easy. He gave me hope that dreams can come true - but helped me realize that it may not be easy.
He has been married for God knows how long. I've been married for nine years and sometimes it feels like for God knows how long. Shortly after moving to the Cape, my Auntie J fell off the deck and broke a hip. She is bed-ridden for over a month. Nothing in life can prepare you or your marriage for something like that. My Uncle J and Auntie J are still married. Wow. I think about that a lot when I wish my own wife would fall off a deck, any deck, and break her neck - er I mean - hip.
I think about my Uncle J a lot more than he probably ever knows. As much as I felt like such a little kid around him years ago, the older I got, the closer I felt; like we could share more things in common.
As an adult, I've always thought of him as doing things 10 years younger than I feel, being 10 years older than I am and then learning tonight, yikes, that he's actually 20 years older than me! I feel worse about myself than when I did sitting down to write this!! I am SO not making fun of his age - I am respecting his youth!
Relatives never know their relatives like their own friends know them.
To me, our shared moments all these years, I've never has felt like "equals" - Uncle J is deserving of so much more - he is someone I look up to as a person, someone I respect and admire. (Sorry for the pressure - I hope that does not burden you) He is someone I hope my children will turn out to be like as adults. (Hey - didn't I tell you - we're dropping the kids off on Tuesday and picking them up next February?)
There is a quality within him, a likeable, respectable, "down-to-earthable" quality about my Uncle J that will remain through our generations - even though he and Auntie J never had children of their own. There is something special about him that all my brothers and sisters feel - no matter how much time passes between visits - the quality from within him shows and we can't wait to see him again.
OK OK He's a pretty special guy - we get it - Happy Birthday Uncle J!
In his honor: Go UConn! Go Red Sox! Go Pats! Hey! Keep my wife away from the edge of the deck! And what's the temperature outside? Are my Truck Nuts supposed to be Blue or Red?
Til our next paddle together, whenever and wherever that may be - I'll have 2 cold dark ones for us afterwards --
One Very Proud Nephew
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Big Boy Goes to Big Boy School
The Big Boy Goes to Big Boy School
Checklist includes:
. One Really Bright Sun in My Eyes, Dad!
. Collared Shirt (Very Itchy)
. Flashy Incredible Hulk Backpack with Blinking Red Light
. New Shorts (Very Itchy)
. New Lunchbox with Really Cool Snacks
. Back-to-School Haircut
. Lunch Money (What? I don't get Baloney & Cheese Squares?!)
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. (1) Cheesey Grin
. And (1) Attitude that says, "Dad, I'm a Big Boy Now, Gimme a Week, And I'll Have That Teacher of Mine Wrapped So Tightly Around My Finger...I'll Own This Place!".
Something tells me with those sweet baby brown's of his, he just might be right.
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Welcome to Big Boy School, David!
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