My dad parented from the couch. It's a long, lost art. No parent can do that anymore. The way you parented from a couch is by leveraging fear. No one does that in these times. Society is "Pussified", in my opinion. Everyone wants to be coddled; Everyone wants to win. That's not how life works. My dad did it from the couch. You knew if he had to get off of the couch, you messed up. The flip side is that he hardly ever removed himself from that place once he arrived. The fear of him getting up was much more concerning than him actually making the effort to do so. At the end of the day, Mom raised us, but Dad gave us our "Street Smarts", and we never had to live on the streets.
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Tuesday, November 28, 2017

I wish I could say it was the best Thanksgiving ever. It was not. I spent the majority of the time thinking about my dad. It wasn't even that he made Thanksgiving great. My mom did that part. It was always the phone calls or him answering the phone with "Happy Thanksgiving". It took all I had in me to call my mom this year because I knew dad wasn't going to answer the phone. It was incredible that she answered "Happy Thanksgiving", but it wasn't the same. I know that I am going through something right now and I need to keep it together for the upcoming holidays, but it is going to be challenging. I miss my father.
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Transmissed
Most humorous thing I heard tonight: "Let's get this tranny out of here and see what's what." One of my car shows; Overhauling. However, I giggled inside hearing this said out loud. Granted, they are talking about transmissions, but I am easily amused. I'm guessing they found a shaft they weren't expecting to find.
;-) Still making myself smile typing this....47 years old....YEP. Still haven't grown up.
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Handle It????
This may be true, but someone needs to clarify where the breaking point is in this statement. I am doing my best to hold it together, but it has been a crazy 18 months. I know no one thinks I post on here any longer, so it sometimes allows me a release of some sort. My children's mother is not doing well right now, and I can't fix it. I hate that more than anything in the world. I hate not being able to fix things for the people I care about. I feel helpless.
Sunday, May 07, 2017
Tuesday, May 02, 2017
Connections
Come to find out, my dad used to text my girlfriend all of the time. Most of the time is was because of a NASCAR race, but the rest of the time it was about a women's softball game on ESPN. I'm not bothered by him texting my girlfriend, only that we couldn't have shared our love for women's softball players together. Stacy played softball her whole life. Clearly this must be genetic.
Sunday, April 30, 2017
FiveNineteen
My sister has been taking care of my mom since dad passed and was going through the house this weekend as she was cleaning and painting. She happened to stumble across this item. My dad used to bowl (basically and excuse to drink during the week, just as I used to do) and somehow accumulated this collectible. A 519 is not really a great series and I don't know why he would be given this as a trophy unless he was just on a bad team, but my birthday is 5-19-70, so this will always mean something to me. It probably meant something to him as well.
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