Okay, so the kiddos and A are on their merry way back to this humble abode. Little do they know, we secretly switched their ordinary coffee with Folgers crystals - oh wait! Took a tangent. Wrong turn. Sorry. Um, little do they know, I'm home. Yep, got off early to surprise the gang. SURPRISE!!!
Legos. Nerf guns. Ghost Whisperer. Monopoly. Xbox. Superheroes on Tech Deck skateboards. And introducing...kickball? Hm. If it doesn't rain.
Yea, gonna make all that happen.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Posts from the road...#11
It's time for reverse skate, everybody! Reeee-verse skate! So, it is Lil A's bday this weekend, and we just so happen to have the gang back over, this weekend. Ergo, we are mulling over party ideas...swimming pool party, roller skating fiesta, taking over the world...those sortsa things. Decisions, decisions.
Whatever we do, I am just happy to have them back. Especially the ones with love enough to fill up JerryWorld (ie. Cowboy's Stadium.) Because like the Beatles sang..."All you need is love."
Whatever we do, I am just happy to have them back. Especially the ones with love enough to fill up JerryWorld (ie. Cowboy's Stadium.) Because like the Beatles sang..."All you need is love."
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Just don't go all robot
"Dude, you got a blog now!"
Said to me not so much to be all congratulatory with the high-fives and chest bumps and whatnot, but more so to try and drive home the thought that I'm no longer the guy who goes out every night and knows what bar to go to when and where and all that jazz. I don't even really like jazz. Nope.
It's true though. I'm not that guy anymore. People ask "you been to so and so?" or "what do you think about blah blah blah?" and I'm usually all "huh?" I'm out of the newest, latest, greatest (?) club scene. But, I never really liked clubs in the first place. No sir.
Lemme take this paragraph to mention that A and I, yea we still go out. I didn't drop off the face of the earth, get abducted by aliens or go all robot...I still like to - and kinda still know how to - have fun. Just because you throw the job title of "role model" into the mix doesn't mean you become a wallflower sitting at home letting the world pass you by. Just means you got more on your plate. Hope you're hungry.
And the, "Dude, you have a blog now!" is like "Dude, you can't be going out because you got a ton of kids at home to handle and cartoons and toys and a thousand trips to the grocery store." I'm like 99% sure that's where they're going with that stuff. And it's true. When we have them, they are where our heads are at. But, when the kids are away...the parents will play. Responsibly. It's "let's live this life" time and I'm drivin.' Responsibly.
So anyweezy, my friends like to take Rocky vs Drago-esque jabs at me from time to time. Prob because of my drastic life change over the past year. I get it. And you may get it, too. From your bubble of friends and life-people. But, where they may just have the one life, we have two lives. Like Bruce Wayne. Sweet. All you gotta do is figure out in which life you're the regular dude, and in which you're the superhero.
Role modeling is the new black. Didn't you get the memo?
Said to me not so much to be all congratulatory with the high-fives and chest bumps and whatnot, but more so to try and drive home the thought that I'm no longer the guy who goes out every night and knows what bar to go to when and where and all that jazz. I don't even really like jazz. Nope.
It's true though. I'm not that guy anymore. People ask "you been to so and so?" or "what do you think about blah blah blah?" and I'm usually all "huh?" I'm out of the newest, latest, greatest (?) club scene. But, I never really liked clubs in the first place. No sir.
Lemme take this paragraph to mention that A and I, yea we still go out. I didn't drop off the face of the earth, get abducted by aliens or go all robot...I still like to - and kinda still know how to - have fun. Just because you throw the job title of "role model" into the mix doesn't mean you become a wallflower sitting at home letting the world pass you by. Just means you got more on your plate. Hope you're hungry.
And the, "Dude, you have a blog now!" is like "Dude, you can't be going out because you got a ton of kids at home to handle and cartoons and toys and a thousand trips to the grocery store." I'm like 99% sure that's where they're going with that stuff. And it's true. When we have them, they are where our heads are at. But, when the kids are away...the parents will play. Responsibly. It's "let's live this life" time and I'm drivin.' Responsibly.
So anyweezy, my friends like to take Rocky vs Drago-esque jabs at me from time to time. Prob because of my drastic life change over the past year. I get it. And you may get it, too. From your bubble of friends and life-people. But, where they may just have the one life, we have two lives. Like Bruce Wayne. Sweet. All you gotta do is figure out in which life you're the regular dude, and in which you're the superhero.
Role modeling is the new black. Didn't you get the memo?
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Posts from the road...#10
You know how we hate it when it's hot outside. Like temperature is 100, heat index says 105 and your face is reading 150? And we say, "man, I can't wait for the winter."
Then we also gripe when it's cold. Like single digit cold. My nose just fell off cold. And we're praying for summer to hurry up to thaw us out. This ringing a bell?
Well being wishy-washy about weather is fine. That's me on a daily basis. But, when it comes to life and raising the kiddos and stuff, I find it better to stick to one gameplan - or season, if you will - and hold on tight. Cause I have found wishy-washy to not only confuse the little ones, but start to throw me for a loop as well.
So I guess what I'm saying is that it is probably better to stick to one set of "live your life, raise your kids" rules than to pick and choose them randomly like a morals breakfast buffet.
Then we also gripe when it's cold. Like single digit cold. My nose just fell off cold. And we're praying for summer to hurry up to thaw us out. This ringing a bell?
Well being wishy-washy about weather is fine. That's me on a daily basis. But, when it comes to life and raising the kiddos and stuff, I find it better to stick to one gameplan - or season, if you will - and hold on tight. Cause I have found wishy-washy to not only confuse the little ones, but start to throw me for a loop as well.
So I guess what I'm saying is that it is probably better to stick to one set of "live your life, raise your kids" rules than to pick and choose them randomly like a morals breakfast buffet.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Posts from the road...#9
Enjoying me some chicken wraps at KFC - no, not Mickey D's this time - when I got to thinking. Are fast food joints open later 'til like 1 and 2AM'er to strictly cater to the drunks who get hungry after they were thirsty?
Sure there remain the few who just eat late, and of course, the vampires, but staying open to mostly just feed the drunks seems like it may be perpetuating something or another.
Just some food - or chicken wraps - for thought.
Sure there remain the few who just eat late, and of course, the vampires, but staying open to mostly just feed the drunks seems like it may be perpetuating something or another.
Just some food - or chicken wraps - for thought.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Until we meet again...
So July has left, and so have the kiddos. They are headed back to their dad's for regularly scheduled programming. We go back to the "every other weekend" thing now. I can't lie and say the peace and quiet isn't soothing - and a bit relaxing to boot! - but, I already kinda miss 'em. Maybe they miss me, too. It's not a cool feeling, that "missing" thing. Who am I gonna play Legos with now? More importantly, how am I gonna play without using the kids as the reason? Oh, Legos, you had me at hello.
I hope this month has meant as much, taught them as much, as it has me. A month is a long time for adults, I can only imagine it must thirty lifetimes for a kid. And it's amazing how a pretty strict regimen of breakfast, Legos or Xbox or both, snack, more Legos, lunch, Nerf gun fight in their superhero costumes, dinner, Legos and bed - for the boys - and, breakfast, TV, snack, TV, lunch, TV, dinner, TV and bed - for the girls - never got old, but it never got old. But Star Wars Legos and iCarly are supercool, so who could ever get tired of them anyway, right?
We get them again next weekend, 'cause that's the way this ball bounces, so it isn't so bad. Perhaps this week will give us the chance to clean up this war-torn (I'm sure I'm exaggerating) house. I have never seen someone - A - clean up so much one minute just to have to turn around and clean up again the next (unless I count my mom when my bro and I were growing up.)
I guess that's why God invented maids, who work by the hour. Smart. Pay me a flat fee? To clean up after seven kids? Everyday? No, no, you pay by the hour. But, we don't have a maid. We have Windex and paper towels.
I hope this month has meant as much, taught them as much, as it has me. A month is a long time for adults, I can only imagine it must thirty lifetimes for a kid. And it's amazing how a pretty strict regimen of breakfast, Legos or Xbox or both, snack, more Legos, lunch, Nerf gun fight in their superhero costumes, dinner, Legos and bed - for the boys - and, breakfast, TV, snack, TV, lunch, TV, dinner, TV and bed - for the girls - never got old, but it never got old. But Star Wars Legos and iCarly are supercool, so who could ever get tired of them anyway, right?
We get them again next weekend, 'cause that's the way this ball bounces, so it isn't so bad. Perhaps this week will give us the chance to clean up this war-torn (I'm sure I'm exaggerating) house. I have never seen someone - A - clean up so much one minute just to have to turn around and clean up again the next (unless I count my mom when my bro and I were growing up.)
I guess that's why God invented maids, who work by the hour. Smart. Pay me a flat fee? To clean up after seven kids? Everyday? No, no, you pay by the hour. But, we don't have a maid. We have Windex and paper towels.
"Brennan pancake!"
Ever made a Brennan pancake? Or an "insert your name here" pancake? No? Well some of the boys did this morning. Just imagine yourself resting peacefully when...ATTACK! You are dog piled. Kinda like football, but you don't have a football. Or pads.
G yells "Brennan pancake!" and leaps on top of me while I'm lying down. And, of course, E follows suit. It was kinda funny. They used the superbounce of the pillowtop mattress in conjunction with their inherent jumping bean-ness, and...BLAST OFF! Then crash down. On top of me. The "Brennan dough," as it were. And make a pancake out of me. If anything, I'd be a blueberry pancake because I love me some blueberries.
And as cooking class was in full swing, J-Boy runs in and we begin to make Brennan sandwiches. I guess lunch got here a little earlier than planned.
We ended this round with the boys running upstairs and grabbing some Spider-Man books we bought them. E was like, "I'm gonna read it to you." He's 3. "Read" was more like explaining what he thought the pictures were telling him, but in the end, it played out a lot better than the words anyway.
What a great - and somewhat Advil-inducing - way to wake up in the morning. Okay, we're going to church now...
G yells "Brennan pancake!" and leaps on top of me while I'm lying down. And, of course, E follows suit. It was kinda funny. They used the superbounce of the pillowtop mattress in conjunction with their inherent jumping bean-ness, and...BLAST OFF! Then crash down. On top of me. The "Brennan dough," as it were. And make a pancake out of me. If anything, I'd be a blueberry pancake because I love me some blueberries.
And as cooking class was in full swing, J-Boy runs in and we begin to make Brennan sandwiches. I guess lunch got here a little earlier than planned.
We ended this round with the boys running upstairs and grabbing some Spider-Man books we bought them. E was like, "I'm gonna read it to you." He's 3. "Read" was more like explaining what he thought the pictures were telling him, but in the end, it played out a lot better than the words anyway.
What a great - and somewhat Advil-inducing - way to wake up in the morning. Okay, we're going to church now...
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