It’s been awhile

Dear Dad,

I knew it had been awhile since I last wrote a blog entry here but to find that it’s been over 3 years was a little depressing. I used to love writing. Writing about anything, complaining as necessary. I’d been doing it for a long time, so what happened?  Work…life…change. It’s not like I’m not doing as much as I perhaps once did.  I’m just doing different things now and it’s not so much what I’m doing but perhaps how I’m doing them too. As an example, I have a PC at home. I rarely go on it. So right there just about everything I used to do on the internet, on the PC is now either gone or now different. I do most things from my cell phone now and when at home I use my tablet. All of the same things I might have previously done from my PC I now do, more or less using these other devices which present a slightly different use case. You don’t have a tactile keyboard on those other devices so the way you “write” is now different and in some ways less precise, relying on swipe keyboards and error correction that often results in incorrect words used in incorrect ways. Editing, though possible, is very difficult and so laborious that I often end up deleting entire sentences and paragraphs because it’s easier. I think that whole experience makes it less enjoyable to blog anymore, though it is my tablet that I’m using to write this, while sitting on the couch with the TV on :-|.
I do have the WordPress app on my tablet so that makes it easier but I still seem to have difficulties making the time to allow myself the time to think about and write a blog entry. One of the things you realize the older you get, is that there is never enough time to do all of the things you feel you want to do.
Youth is definitely wasted on the young. I understand that now.
Til next time…


The youngest

Dear Dad,
Today is my youngest childs bithday. He’s 22 today. How time flies. It seems like only yesterday when he was going through his open heart surgery. It was the scariest time of our lives. It is still amazing for me to think that his heart was stopped for over 6 hours while they repaired it. Its even more amazing to think that within 48 hours he was awake and squaking about being connected up to all of those hoses and wires. He was a fighter then, i know he still has it in him now.

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Dear Dad,
I had a wierd sensation today while driving home from work. I looked in my rear-view mirror and saw a Chevy pickup truck changing lanes to the lane i was in. For some strange reason when i looked at this truck, i thought of a persons name. Not just anyone, a particular person. My brain somehow connected this truck to a person. Strange.

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More time

Dear Dad,

I have been feeling very fortunate lately, having the opportunity to spend as much time as i have been, with my son. On the one hand he totally pisses me of by being unemployed but on the other hand i am so enjoying his company. We have similar interests. Him and i went for a nice long walk tonight. It gives us ample opportunity to discuss our interests and the latest news.
If i hadn’t been hell-bent on traversing the country we might have had similar experiences. I guess that’s why i’ve been relishing the time i’ve been having with my son.

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Letters to my Dad

I have been wondering what to do with this blog.  I’ve seen some people use such similar “extra” blogs as a place to showcase thier interests or thier expertise and/or skills. I’m not interested in following the crowds, necessarily.

I don’t know what it was on tv that i was watching when i thought of my idea but i wondered what it would be like to write my Dad some “letters”. Whats so fantastical and innovative of this plan you may ask? My Dad has been dead for 11 years. Sounds mushy i know. I was thinking i could mould it after the twitter phenom “Shit my Dad says” except it would be me talking to my Dad about shit i do or am apart of.

I’m hoping i can keep the posts brief but i can sometimes get a little long-winded. I’ll see what i can do.

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Another WordPress blog…what to do…what to do

I somehow inherited a second blog.  Microsoft Spaces is being eliminated and they have partnered with WordPress so any existing MS Spaces can automatically be transferred to a new WordPress blog, so here it is.  Now I just need to figure out what to do with it!

Dogs, Nailed

Did I ever tell you that I really love my air compressor and nail gun?  I like it.  I had purchased some more trim to finish off all of the doors upstairs at our house, well I finally got around to putting them up.  I had about three door ways to complete and once I got all of the pieces measured and cut, it took less than 5 minutes to nail them in place.  Having one of those mitre saws helps in the process too.  The poor kitten, as soon as she sees me bringing the air compressor upstaires, she takes off and finds a hiding spot.  Its too loud for her.  Speaking of which, I was vacuuming the other day and as I’m putting it together in the hall just outside of my bedroom Rollie (our male dog) was sitting in the bedroom watching me, and whinning and wimpering like I was getting ready to beat him or something.  Whats funny about that is that out of all of the animals, he’s the one that isn’t afraid of the vacuum.  Cloe, the female, doesn’t like the noise and simply goes into the bedroom and hides under the bed, but Rollie usually decides that during the vacuuming is when he wants to play.  After I go around the living room and puts his toys away, he goes and digs out his stuffed toys and starts throwing them around.  He doesn’t like to bring a toy to you to throw for him, he likes to throw the toy into the air and chase after it, himself.  All you need to do in his "playing" is to encourage him and to be all excited while he is doing it.


A mother and daughter were riding in a cab through New York City.  The daughter noticed some scantily clad women loitering on a street. "Mommy," the little girl asked, "what are all those ladies doing?"

"They’re waiting for their husbands to come home from work." the mother answered.

"C’mon lady, they’re hookers!" retorted the cab driver.

After a stunned silence, the daughter asked, "Mommy, do hookers have children?"

"Of course," the mother replied, "where do you think cabbies come from?"