how to take care of your beaver
June 18, 2008 at 4:41 pm | In daughter, parenting, son | 3 CommentsLet us be perfectly honest with each other…
Our children do not act the same in our absence as they do in our presence. They have their home behavior and their away behavior. There are certain things that they will try where you cannot see them that they would never dare within an eye-shot of us. I am not telling you that our children are all criminals when we are not watching, but they are most definitely more daring and mischievous. It is not a flaw in their psyche. It is simply hard wired into their existence. Testing limits and boundaries is a part of growing up. Putting control valves on their feelings and emotions is another.
My example:
I am not sure when exactly I started using foul language as a child, I just did. Continue reading how to take care of your beaver…
drawing conclusions
August 22, 2007 at 4:38 am | In daughter, family, father, parenting, son | 14 CommentsMy father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.
—Clarence Budinton Kelland
One of our more recent trips as, as a family, was to one of the Orlando Florida theme parks.
We usually are very careful of what we spend our money on. We try to stick to the essentials. Churros, soda products, smoothie bars, candy, stupid hats that will never be used again, adult beverages, figurines, stuffed animals, ponchos, fake tattoos, and dip-n-dots. (This list is not all inclusive, but is an excellent indication that even a Floridian can fall victim to the tourist traps we have set for you Northerners).
One thing that my wife and I learned a long time ago is that there is not an artist in the Continental United States that is talented enough to capture our image in the form of a caricature. There have been many-a-men to try; but non up to the challenge. We learned this so early in our relationship that we have saved millions of dollars in failed attempts while protecting the confidence of artists across our great divide.
Then we met a man.
I did not know this man. We will call him “Artist X”. He was confident and cunning at his craft. He was proud and boastful. He even bellowed like one of Robin Hood’s Merry Men when I approached him with a challenge… Continue reading drawing conclusions…
i’m a sooth operator
June 29, 2007 at 3:48 am | In daughter, parenting, son, technology | 3 Commentssoothsayer
n : someone who makes predictions of the future (usually on the basis of special knowledge) [syn: forecaster, predictor, prognosticator]
I have the ability to see the future.
The only catch is that what I see just stays there and waits till I arrive before it does anything at all. I can slightly change its outcome by making some adjustments, but I don’t recommend that, due to the severe ramifications that are a result of the attempt to alter the inevitable. I will give you a glance into my minds eye so that you to can behold the absolute a-ma-za-zing power I have acquired.
the dark side of the force
June 23, 2007 at 7:05 am | In daughter, family, father, movies, parenting, son | 3 Comments
Did you sympathize with Darth Vader when he was trying to get Luke to see things his way?
Lord Vader was more than a dark, ruthless figure, out to capture, torture, or kill heroes to prevent them from thwarting the Empire. Vader was also a dad. A dad with a son. A son that he thought he knew best about. I like to think that Vader had one of two intentions (one equally as selfish as the other):
1. Ensure his (Vader’s) destiny would be fulfilled
2. To guide Luke to a life that was (in his opinion) equal to, or better than, the one he (Vader) was living
a dad with a SORRY attitude
June 9, 2007 at 11:53 am | In daughter, family, father, parenting, son | 5 CommentsHow would you describe your parenting style? Do you understand LIFE? Do you have a CLUE? Are you SORRY?
In the board game called LIFE, you spin the wheel of fate! (temptation) Do good deeds to earn LIFE Tiles (shallow) and more money (spoils) down the road! Collect your money and LIFE tiles (false sense of security), and have the highest net worth at the end of the game (pride). Live in the big white house and bask in your own glory (greed). Playing pieces are small, colored plastic automobiles, and each pawn has six holes in the top in which “people pegs” are placed throughout the game as the player “gets married” and has or adopts “children” (that he will ignore the entire game).
RSS for dummies…literally
May 22, 2007 at 5:58 am | In daughter, family, father, fitness, friend, husband, marriage, parenting, son, spirituality, technology, wife | 3 CommentsHere are 5 feeds that you should NEVER rely on RSS to deliver!
I am one of those crazy guys that is suspicious of the intentions of the Internet. I think that there is as much to learn from the World Wide Web as there is to try not to learn. In order for me to explain where I am going with this, I need to insure that you understand what RSS is. If you think this statement is me challenging your smartnestitude, please understand that I just figured it out about a month ago and am assuming that there are others that don’t get it. (I’m betting my wife is one)
So, for your learning enjoyment, please take a brief moment to watch the clip I have provided. Then come back and I’ll put a little hibbity-dibbity on it.
be on the lookout for mailboxes
May 12, 2007 at 11:07 pm | In daughter, father, fitness, parenting, son, the battle | 3 Comments
How to help formulate a game-plan for your kids lives that is realistic and attainable.
I went for a run/bike/swim today. (in that order) My goals were realistic and attainable as I frequently cover the same ground. I was going to run 4 miles, bike 12, and swim for 1/4 mile. As I got started, I traveled a familiar path and ran at a speed that seemed comfortable to me. About 2 minutes into the run I got a bit lazy. My brain started focus on all of the things that were in my way to get to the finish-line.
parenting on purpose
April 20, 2007 at 12:20 am | In daughter, family, father, parenting, son | 3 CommentsWednesday night is “Game Night” at our house.
There are simple expectations for each of us that night. We get home from our daily responsibilities, each being a bit different. We eat dinner together (We try to as often as we can), attempt to have stimulating conversations, and immediately follow it with some kind of game or activity that involves all of us. (It’s usually a board game). Sometimes we separate into teams, other times it’s every person for themselves.
I must admit a few things:
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