You’re the Best Lyric That’s Ever Happened to Me…
A reoccurring topic that has been popping up in my house lately is old music. I’m not talking classic Sound Garden or old 2-Pac. I’m talking the type of music that moves the soul… the type of music that creates the tingling feeling of goose-bumps on your skin… the kind that makes you want to get up and dance like your uncles would at family gatherings, or the kind that makes you want to drop everything you’re doing… go find your wife… and serenade the shit out of her… …That’s right I’m talking Music. See the problem with the conversation of music is that music preference is similar to food preferences. Some foods are universally loved–like pizza. Everyone loves pizza. Even if sausage isn’t your favorite topping… you’d still eat if if someone brought it to the party. Survivor’s – Eye of the Tiger can be compared to pizza. There is a very small percentage of people who hate pizza… or Eye of the Tiger. However, Aqua’s – Barbie Girl is more like black licorice. There are very few people who can actually stomach it… and even fewer people seeking it out for pleasure. Why music has been coming up a lot in the house? Well for different reasons. Recently Jack White put out some type of “super album” that has all kinds of bells and whistles such as playing backwards, hidden tracks, and even holograms while the vinyl is playing. This brought up the nostalgic memories of growing up with actual vinyl records in Continue Reading →
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The 30 Movies That Kids Must See
One of the first things that my wife and I figured out we had in common, is that were that we we are serious movie buffs. I mean honestly… the truth is that between the collection she has, mated with the collection I have… we are the real reason Blockbuster went out of business. There used to be a time where I could tell you the director, the stars, and the plot, of pretty much anything out. I’d watch anything just to say I’ve seen it. I’d seen all the originals, the remakes, the sequels, and even the unnecessary sequels to the sequels… for instance The Sandlot 3. One of the more unnecessary movies I’ve seen… but… I’ve seen it. So naturally I’ve created a list of my favorite childhood movies, that I will force my baby boy to watch… no matter how inappropriate they may be. Inappropriate child movies? Judge for yourself… “RUN FOR IT MARTY!!!!” Back to the Future was the perfect childhood movie. So much so that my wife is pretty much over my references of jumping into my Delorian and traveling 88 mph. Who hates a movie about time traveling back to the past and giving a family bully a taste of their own medicine… HELLO McFLY! If you didn’t like this movie, you can “make like a tree and get out of here.” P.S… Part 2 is another must see… but like the Godfather series… don’t ruin it by watching part 3. “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!” Well, Continue Reading →
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Am I My Father’s Son? An Ode to my Father this Father’s Day
As I begin this journey as a father, I sit and reflect on what it means to be a father. I guess I could start by reflecting on all the lessons I’ve learned about how to be a father, from what I learned about knowing my own. My father has been dead now for over 15 years now, but I can literally say that every day I use something that I’ve learned from him, such as: I learned to be honest with people. My father was a hustler. He sold fake jewelry to tourists. He took small businesses to court for bullshit lawsuits that he knew he’d win for a quick few thousand bucks. He told me he’d “be right back”, as he left me in the car to keep myself occupied anywhere up to an hour, with not even keys in the car to keep the radio on. He picked me up three days late as he left me to stay with his cousins, while he had guns and knives pulled on him, as well as spending time in jail awaiting bail. All while playing it “cool” in front of me as he picked me up as if nothing happened. I learned respect and how to be polite. My father was old school south. And I mean children-are-to-be-seen-not-heard kinda old school south. I didn’t mind so much because when I was with him, I did have a lot of cousins and friends to hang out with, but when I walked Continue Reading →
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The Heir To My Throne
My wife woke me up at 6:15 Saturday morning of the 10th of May… told me her water broke. In true fashion of myself, I woke up panic-less. And to paint even more of a picture of how calm things were, she gave me the option to go to back to sleep since she wasn’t feeling any types of contractions yet… but I couldn’t. Instead I got out of bed, started a load of laundry, did dishes, swept the house… yeah… I got shit done. Close to 3 hours went by, with a walk somewhere in between–and no contractions yet. Paps thought maybe we should go to the hospital at that point, and so it was time… time to meet the little man we’d been so anxiously waiting 9 months to see. When we arrived, they got her changed to “scope out the scene,” and come to find Paps hadn’t even been a whole centimeter dilated yet, but because her water had broke already they’d admitted us into a delivery room. A Cervidil drip was administered into her IV in place of Pitocin, which was supposed to thin her lady stuff down, in order for her to naturally start dilation. That was at 10 a.m. 11 p.m she was still not a full centimeter, so they were going to administer some more Cervidil and monitor her for another 12 hours, but instead decided to deliver Pitocin to the body. Pitocin, for those that don’t know, is supposed to induce labor at a Continue Reading →
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So it’s been a real work in progress, but it’s done. The nursery is finally, freaking, done. Over a course of well over a month now, I’ve taped, torn down tape, re-taped, painted, painted, painted some more, fixed my painting mistakes, put down new base boards, put up crown molding, changed wiring, installed the ceiling fans, built furniture, hung pictures and giraffes, but most of all… created my new favorite room. Here’s a small visual story of…. the journey. In order to get the tape job right, I spent a literal weekend doing it. The problem is, I decided that using a level was the best way at first. WRONG. It’s THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE. I taped up the whole room once… Twice… Three times before I got it right finally. Here’s the hint; The first time I used just a level and a tape measure. That doesn’t work because human error will prevail no matter how awesome you are at drawing lines. The second time, I used a laser level… the kind that sucks itself onto the wall and allows you to draw on your lines. Well the problem with this is that the level on that contraption has a lot of give and take for distances over a foot it seems. What I mean is that even though the lines looked like they were level, the tape measure said otherwise… and you Continue Reading →
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