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I know what you are thinking... "Good thing his bangs didn't get in his way..."

We have Cooper Hawks. They treat our backyard as a Kitchen and a Bedroom. Wierdly, sometimes at the same time. As often as a particular Dadman tries, descreetly of course, he's never been so lucky.

We constantly watch a male, who hunts and calls to his female mate - their nest is 2 doors down. They have a way of transferring the dead bird to each other - claw to claw. Nothing's been dropped in 3 months of watching this happen. Their prey is typically a Blue Jay, but once I saw this disgusting act of watching the female hawk swallow a possum - tail and all... and um.... Whoah. I didn't know they could do that.

Our neighbor, two doors down, watching the nest, said they had 2 babies. They are mottled, large hatchlings. We think they are cute. They hang out on the branches, squeak their pubescent screach and try to act all adult-like...

From the patio, we still think of them as cute. Yet, I zoomed in. I saw the sharp piercing eyes.
Amazingly fun to watch.



Side note:

At random times throughout the day, Michele will hold her arm out and concentrate intently, like she is waiting for a Falcon to actually land on her arm.....

THAT in itself, I tell you, is amazingly fun to watch....

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Cuss Word Therapy (Warning: Not suitable for nieces and nephews and a particular Nana)

So I am driving down Route 84, doing about 84, left lane, late for an appointment. I am self employed and I really need this check..


Music is cranked, and I can't get the CD case to slide back into the console. Late. Broke. Bladder is screaming.

I'm doing 84 down 84 and I am slamming this frickin CD case into my console, and it won't just slide the fuck in.

I whip the CD against the dashboard hoping it would smash into a million pieces. I pull my hand away from the console and I yell. I seriously yell at the top of my lungs at 84 miles an hour, "YOU ARE PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF!!"

I said it again, even louder. “You are pissing me the FUCK OFF!” Lots of emphasis on the key word.

I took a deep breath and I felt myself exhale. Something felt good about that. I smiled. And then I started to laugh.

I tried, "You are pissing me the SHIT off"

"You are pissing me the SHIT DAMN off"

"You are pissing me the FRICK off"

Nothing. As loud as I tried, Nothing.

I’m down to 55 in the right hand lane. I bite my lip and look in my rear view like a Cheshire Cat…

I get it back up to over 80 miles an hour and I scream at the very top of my tonsils, "YOU ARE PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF!!!"

...and then, this embarrassingly little sound escapes from within…I giggle like a little hamster in heat. It was a really girly, squeaky kind of laugh. I held my breath, turned from side to side wondering where a sound like that would come from, and then I burst.

I laugh right out loud. So I yelled it for one more time, “YOU ARE PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF!!!"

Really,really loud with a big smile on my face.



And nothing bothered me for the rest of the day.



I found this writing tonight - saved from many years ago. I kind of wonder what the cuss words will bring, being in a public blog such as this- but it is a story that still makes me laugh. I'll follow up this blog post with kittens and cotten candy soon enough. 



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Father's Day

Finally. A day All About Me. Bring it on!

Father's Day.

OK, right? A day of being waited on. Presents. Breakfast any way I wanted it. Fathers Day Sex. Anyway I wante-- um oh, um, nevermind. I get to sleep in as late as I want, play frisbee, watch sports, drink a fridgeful of Yuengling,  not mow the lawn and walk the house unshaven, scratching my whoo-hahs and spending the day in my Red Sox pajamas... right?

Cut to reality.....

The house is quiet now. Father's Day will be over in an hour. I just put in my favorite CD, Sister Hazel, Somewhere More Familiar. Boys are sleeping. Matthew's in my bed, on my pillow. Light's on and Michele looks like she is reading, but she's been resonating that high level of apneatic moose-mating snore for awhile now. I caught a second wind about an hour ago and read my sister's blog. She's pretty inspiring. Her pics and sentiments to go along with them are something special.

OK, so Father's Day...

Good Morning. I woke early. Coffee on the patio. Got my book. Couldn't wait to ease into a special day, All About Me. I gave up on the Father's Day Sex thing at about 4am.

Got a fire going in the fire pit. Incense. Hawks in the trees. Cardinals darting the perimeter.

Big deep, Sunday morning satisfaction. Deep down, I really really wanted a cold dark beer at 8am, but went for the caffeinated bliss instead. Had a nice. mother and son call with my Mom. Today might be Father's Day, but every weekend is Mother's Day.

Take two sips and here they come. Suddenly, I got two boys, aka 140 lbs and 4 knees of youthful wiggle-wormness on my lap. There is nothing I find more "relaxing" than 4 young pointed knees magnetically drawn to my family jewels...

David tries to tell me something. He does not remember yet that it's Father's Day. He sits up close and he has this moment, where he tries to explain something he does not know how to explain..."Dad, I was just thinking, ...." Reference: David is seven, he tries to tell people he is 8. He is 7 and he is not supposed to be "just thinking..."

"Dad, it's weird. It's really weird. There are lots of people in this world, hundreds, and I don't know how to say it, but out of everyone, all those people, it's really to weird to think about, but why is it that I like playing with you and being with you the best?"

Talk about a knee to the whoo-ha's. It is the best damn thing in the whole wide world a father has ever been able to hear.

BAM. I could probably stop there. My day was complete. It was maybe 9:30am. Talk about contemplating my existance after that? Dude, today was just the best day ever.



Hey. Deep down, I do know that Father's Day is not just about me or the level of unshaven BO I can soak into the couch cushions. I reached out and wished a number of people I think of highly, a Happy Father's Day. I heard back from most.

David bought me a Jeff Dunham DVD - crazy kid was SO happy to give something he just knew I would love, he couldn't even wrap it. Huge. Big Smile.


A special Father's Day wish goes out to someone I work with - a new father, his baby girl born early, but healthy and she is filled with beauty and hope. In a day filled with thoughts about family, B & J & T were there.

Somewhere between my second or third cup of coffee, I look and I have this unsolicated unread message bleeping on my phone - from someone in CT who had became a friend, but then I lost touch with, from being over 1250 miles away...and he sends this inspirational, sappy, motivating message that clutches my heart, at the most perfect, most unexpected time. It involves courage, second chances and challenging your heart. Basically everything I am faced with right now, at this very moment with both family and Work.

Whatever. Easy to dismiss. Spam.

But, Whatever yourself.



It's Father's Day. I held my wife's hand today. I splashed in the ocean with my boys today. I jammed with friends today. I grilled steak. I laughed. I got sandy. I got wet. I got sweaty. I drank wine. I ate well. I fell asleep in front of the TV tonight... I heard from Family. I heard from Friends. Even though I learned Father's Day Sex is not in the Bible and should not be expected......there is SO much more I could've written about. It was a special kind of day.
 
Tomorrow I wake up at 6am and it will be time to find the courage to embrace my second chances and to challenge myself...like everyone else I work for and that I work with... 
 
 
 
 

 
And as I drive to work, I will remember today....
 
 
Happy Father's Day.
 
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