Friday, January 31, 2014

You need me....

A week or so ago I wrote a post about Love me some me. In that post I explain how I was a bit disappointed at the results when I asked my clowns to name some things they love and not one of them said themselves.

Now fast forward.  My son started playing basketball in the last week or so, and I have to say I'm really impressed with how much he's improved from last year, and truth be told, he's one of our best player in one of his leagues. 

But just like every young boy he can get a little squirly from time to time. So the other night I had to sit him down and have a talk about his behavior. 

I explained to the young lad that I expected him to make good decisions and do the right thing not only at school but at home as well and that his behavior  from the previous morning would not be tolerated. I then explained to my growing superstar that if he could not behave the way I and his mother expect then we would take privileges away from him. This included privileges such as t.v. iPods and or basketball. To which my son looked me dead in the eye and said, just as a matter of fact as anything he's ever said to me....

But dad, you need me on that team to win games..... 

Maybe he's taking this whole love me some me thing a bit to far. 

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Was Woolly Right???

So I'm not a big believer in old folk wisdom or urban legends. You know things like throwing salt over your left should for good luck, or is it right? I can never remember. Or how about the break a mirror and have 7 years bad luck thing. Or even the Facebook posts that tell me if I don't repost I'm going to hell or that Jesus doesn't love me.

But the woolly worm. Now there's a dude I can believe in.

Old folk wisdom says that the Woolly Worm can predict the forecast for the upcoming winter.

According to legend, the wider the middle brown section is the milder the coming winter will be. So, a narrow brown band is said to predict a harsh winter.

I can't remember this past fall what the woolly worms looked like around here, but I do remember conversations about how people thought we would have a bad winter because of these guys. We've had snow, ice, school closings and negative, bone chilling cold temperatures. I know what you're thinking. Yeah but you're in Indiana it's always cold and snowy in the winter there. Well, if the weather here hasn't convinced you......

Ask somebody in Atlanta......

Thanks for the heads up Woolly....

Friday, January 17, 2014

Love Me Some Me...

What are some things you love? Your spouse, kids, God, music, food, cars, books, movies. I could name about a hundred different things that I love if you asked me that question. I'm sure you could too. 

But did you say me?

Not me as in me, but me as in you?

I asked this question to my clowns recently, "tell me some things that you love". I pretty much got the standard answers from all three, but not one of them said, myself. 

To often in life we don't love ourselves. We blame ourselves, think we're not good enough, or magnify our own faults, especially when someone we love hurts us. A few Facebook friends recently posted about how their wives were leaving them after many years of marriage. Both men posted about how they should have been better or done more. As if it was completely their fault that their wife cheated or decided to move on. I don't know their situation, in fact I don't know any body's situation, but I do know that it takes two to tango.  

I felt a bit hurt when I asked my clowns to name some things they love and on top of their list were things like iPods and money. Not hurt because I wasn't on their list, but because THEY weren't on their list. Maybe it's because they're kids and they live simple lives. Maybe it's because it's a trick question. I mean how many people would really say themselves when asked what are some things you love? Or maybe it's because I haven't taught them to love me some me.

You see, I love me some me. Sure there was a time in my life when I didn't exactly love me.  Maybe that's just something we all go through in life. Like a bridge we have to cross to get to the other side. And I think as a parent it's my duty to help my clowns understand what love is. And the first step of that is loving yourself. After all if you don't, how can you expect others to?


Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Hey Shooter, you Suck....

We live in a pretty modest palace here at A Day in the Life, and sometimes with a family of five and two bathrooms, things can get a little, um, smelly.

So a few weeks ago the DW decided to try a little something to help the situation.

I introduce to you....

Crap Shooter

Yep it's a real thing. So the idea here is you're supposed to spray the bowl with this Poopourri stuff before you go and it's supposed to mask the smell. In theory it's a great idea. 

But here's the thing. 

It doesn't help. I mean, it's still crap. Now it smells like lemon scented pledge crap. So the only thing you've really done here is make people think you were polishing the end tables while you were doing the 2. I say, Fail. 

I think I'll stick to the 'ol courtesy flush. 

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

The Whack Heard Around the World....

20 years ago this week is the anniversary of one of the biggest sports "scandals" of my lifetime. An event so news worthy that people, not just sports fans, all over the United States were talking about it.

Yes 20 years ago, yesterday actually,  figure skater Tonya Harding and her now ex-husband, in a very Sapranos like way,  paid a man to break Nancy Kerrigan's leg to gain a competitive edge.

As she finished up her practice on the eve of the US Figure Skating Championships in Detroit Michigan, Kerrigan was attacked. A man later identified as Shane Stant, jumped from behind a curtain and clubbed Kerrigan on the leg around the knee area. 

The media coverage that followed was insane. It was the headline story for tabloids, and talk shows. And something that, quite frankly, we hadn't ever seen we had not seen before at such a high profile level. Some think that this event along with the famous  O.J Simpson low speed chase is what led to the reality t.v revolution. 

The two women, despite the different directions their lives took after this moment, will forever be linked in history by The Whack Heard Around the World.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Say it ain't snow....

It was the great snowpocalypse of 2014 here in the Midwest, only it wasn't.

Not here anyway. Here it only rained.

It makes me feel cheated like I did when they opened Al Capone's vault. There was so much hype and anticipation of what was to come. Yet, we got nothing. Just a lot of rain, and a light dusting that followed. I wanted the snow. Nearly 14 inches is what the local weather man was predicting. I wanted to watch it fall from the sky and blanket the ground throughout the day. The snow makes everything look new and pure as it covers up the dirt and mud that usually appears this time of year. I wanted a reason not to get out of the house, or remove my eyes from the t.v. Although I managed to do that despite being bamboozled by the forecast. We were prepared. At least I was prepared.  They had food. I had a pot of chili. They had bottled water. They had movies. I had sports. And we had each other.

All we needed, was the snow...

Photo by MFP

Friday, January 3, 2014

My Resolution

I'm not a big resolutions guy, but after the new year I sat down at the computer determined to blog more.  It'd been awhile since I really sat down and made an effort. But after reading a few blogs that I follow, I couldn't think of anything to write. So I pounded out a half-hearted, end of the year, top 13 of my most memorable moments of 2013. Spoiler alert, I could only think of seven, which of course I didn't publish. I quickly grew tired and before long was sitting in my chair watching a game. Soon after that it was bedtime for me, And so yet again no blog post. 

I've felt guilty lately not posting anything. Not going to Culver's, sitting down having lunch by myself and not telling anybody while the DW and clowns eat chicken strips at home kind of guilt, but guilty just the same. Come to think of it, I really didn't feel that guilty about my alone time at Culver's. Well I did, maybe for a few minutes. It passed very quickly though. Anyway, I've felt like I should be making more of an effort, but you know sometimes when you get in a rut it's hard to get out of. I guess that's how depression sets in. Nobody just starts out depressed right? It's a snow ball effect that builds strength each day, and before you know it you don't know how to break out of it. 

I realized today that I'm not always fulfilled in life. Don't get me wrong, I don't need talked off a ledge or anything, but I find myself more often than not doing the things I feel I have to do day in and day out, rather than the things I want to do that I enjoy. And I think it's rotting my creative brain

So my New Years resolution for 2014 is to do more of the things that I enjoy, things that make me happy and fill me up, that are just for me, like blogging, because after all isn't that what it's all about.