Tuesday, April 29, 2014

There is no joy in Daddyville......

So last summer was a big milestone in my youngest daughter's life. It was time the training wheels came off....No really. I took off the training wheels on her bike. 

So throughout the summer she'd ask me to help her ride her bike, and I'd run behind her with one hand on the back keeping her steady as she pedaled as fast as her little legs would go. Up and down the driveway. Up and then back down we'd go.  After each trip she'd say something like let's go dad or come on, not realizing I'm slightly overweight and a lot out of shape. 

Well at some point she finally got it and could ride without the assistance of the fat old guy lumbering behind her. And as the weather broke this past week and my daughter, now a regular Evel Knievel on the bike sped down the driveway with a look on her face of both determination and pride, that said, look out world my daddy taught me how to ride this thing, her mother and I watched. And when she reached the end of the driveway she turned around, waved, and at the top of her lungs shouted ....Hi Mom.  

Friday, April 25, 2014

Sensible shoes

Sensible shoes.

 It's a song by David Lee Roth. I'm not a big DLR fan but I like this particular song. Not necessarily for the lyrics, but because I love the actual music. It's a bit bluesy with some harmonica riffs thrown in and has a nice slow blues rhythm.  I like the song much more now than I ever have as my taste in music has changed to "old man music".  I remember when the song came out in 1991 on his A Little Ain't Enough album. I was a senior in high school. At the time Diamond Dave had broke from Van Halen and gone solo. I wasn't fanatical about Van Halen but I listened to them a little bit. So when his solo stuff came out I bought it.

Last night, while we were sitting at my daughter's basketball practice, the guy next to me commented on my shoes. Saying I had on fancy shoes. I hadn't changed from my work clothes and I still had on my dress shoes. Fancy loafers I guess.

Today I found myself looking at shoes as co-workers walked by because of this comment. I guess that's why this song is stuck in my head, because I actually spent a portion of my day inspecting shoes. As I passed people I thought about the guy at the basketball practice. Was he thinking about my shoes what I thought about some of my co-workers shoes? Were their shoes fancy? Fancier than my loafers? You've heard the expressions you can tell a lot by a man's shoes or don't judge a man until you've walked in his shoes. Maybe the guy last night was trying to tell a lot about me based on my shoes?  I just think they're sensible. 

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Snakes, Friends and Crappy Cars....

Is it just me or does anybody else feel this way when you're arguing with your kid, and they say, I'm not talking to you anymore.

So last weekend I found this little fella in the back yard. The DW wasn't to happy.

I let the boy play around with it a bit. He thought that was pretty cool seeing the insides of a snake.

So my ride has a bit of a squeak to it that embarrasses the clowns. Now usually I just turn the radio up loud enough I don't have to hear it. But the other day while passing this guy, it hit me.

 All I have to do is drive next to a car that's a bigger piece of crap than mine and people will think it's his car squeaking. Whatdaya think? This car looks like it would squeak doesn't it?