Tales
From The Dadside
Entries from January 1, 2008 - February 1, 2008
We are NOT experiencing technical difficulties
"Hey Dad, can you help me? I got lost."
"What do you mean lost?"
"I got lost from the Bionicle video you found me. Can you help me get it again?"
"Oh, yeah sure..."
I walk over to the computer, expecting that he'd simply clicked an ad, or lost the browser. Nope. Never underestimate a kid who was using a mouse long before he knew what a crayon was.
It's OK. No, really.
How adorable! My son taking advantage of this beautiful Saturday afternoon to play in the dirt with his construction toys.
Let's pan out a little bit, shall we?
It might be a little hard to spot him now, but if you look reeeeal carefully, you can just make him out ... RIGHT NEXT TO THE BEAUTIFUL SANDBOX!
May We Have the Strength… (aka City of Wusses)
I don’t know how much longer I will be around to update you. This morning, I walked out the door into a freak natural calamity that may paralyze the City of Angels:
See that? No... there. No, towards the middle. No... that white stuff. No, no, no, next to the dirt. Yeah, right there.
Hail.
That’s like snow, isn’t it? Southern California is paralyzed. As I drove to the train station this morning, my outside temperature gauge taunted me with digits I have never seen before (nor ever hope to see again): 43 degrees. I cursed myself for not packing a hypothermia blanket and 3 days’ rations. And panic has stricken the riders on the LA Metro. An actual conversation that just transpired between a Metro cop and some fellow riders:
Rider 1: Did you see all that ice this morning?
Rider 2: Unbelievable! I drove by so many accidents on my way here. Did you see the one up on Huntington?
Rider 1: You’re telling me! I pulled out of my driveway and almost lost it!
Metro Cop: Don't let anyone tell you different. We have winter in Southern California, that’s for real.
I send you my love. This could be my last transmission.
Iron Chef Fury
On today's episode of IRON CHEF, Chairman Kaga welcomes the newest Iron Chef to grace the halls of Kitchen Stadium: Iron Chef Fury. Fresh from his apprenticeship with legendary Iron Chef BusyDad, Iron Chef Fury prepares to do culinary battle with the greatest chefs of our time. Who's Cuisine Will Reign Supreme?
Annoucement: Weekend Blog Hoppers Kicks Off
Unless you are a parent blogger, please step away from the computer. There is nothing to see here. No funny stories about me getting duped by Fury. No cute anecdotes, no tips, no nothing. In fact, if you click below, you will realize what a "special" group of individuals we mom and dad bloggers are. And I mean special in the most euphemistic way...
If you do happen to be a parent blogger, then I cordially invite you to join me. It's BYOB, but there are no sobriety checkpoints on the info superhighway. Also, no walk of shame involved.
The Young Jedi at Disneyland - a Photo Story
We spent Sunday at Disneyland, partaking in a lot of wandering around, standing in line, getting a sore neck, and having a magical day despite it all. This is our day at the Exhausting-est Place on Earth.
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I Get Nooooo Respect
Marcus’ Lego Star Wars General Grievous Starfighter keeps coming apart. Frustration sets in. Dad to the rescue...
“Ok Fury, see, you’re playing too rough with it. You can’t crank the cockpit like that or else it’ll keep flying apart. I’m gonna show you how this is done so you won’t need me next time. So, these four pieces fit in here... groove-side down. Then, this goes into heeere... and then this snaps heeeere... and then...”
*Slip* *Crash* *Scatter* “Argh %*#@!”
“And then DROP it, Dad?”
You and Meme and the Bottle Makes Three Tonight
With this one post, I will successfully fulfill all my outstanding meme obligations in one fell swoop. Contents of this bottle contain: 1 controversial topic, 1 celebrity that I wish I were resourceful enough to stalk, my “if I were a rockstar” CD, and questions that Matt Lauer would ask me. A virtual swap meet of me, if you will.
Such Sweet Sorrow
Last night marked a sad milestone for Marcus. His lifelong confidant, a stuffed bunny named Bada, would spend one final night in his arms. This is Bada’s story, a tribute in words and pictures requested by my son for his beloved friend.
What's Gonna Work? Teeeamwork!
We did it! We beat our previous Lego Behemoth project by 5 hours! Damn I'm good. With Marcus as my pit chief, and my new proprietary Lego assembly technique, we completed this one in a mere 5 hours.
Son, keep the beer flowing, and I'll keep the pieces clicking
Hey Lego Co., I deserve some kind of sponsorship (or Newcastle, I'll take that too)
I'm goin' in...
I'm about to embark on Mega Behemoth Star Wars Lego Project II. This time I have a new methodology that I'm testing. Should cut my time in half. It is 8:56 am PST. If I'm not back by daybreak, call the rescue dogs.
My 2008 Try-To's
If being a parent has taught me anything, it’s that life will always find a way to wedge itself uncomfortably between you and your goals. That’s why I’m not making any resolutions this year. I’m simply going to try. In ya face, resolution gremlin! These are my New Year Try-To’s:
- Be more assertive on the discipline front. There will be no more of this:
Me: Ok, I'm only gonna read you two more pages.
Marcus: No, ten!
Me: Nine. And that's that. Because I'm the dad and I said so! - Stop using lack of Tupperware as a reason to eat the last three slices of pizza.
- Stop using green peppers as justification that pizza is a healthy part of this nutritious breakfast.
- Not take it as a stab in the heart when my son says that the UFC is “so boring.”
- Not shed a tear when my son drops the Lego Sandcrawler that I spent 10 hours building. It’s just a toy. It’s just a toy. The point is that he has fun with it. It’s just a toy. Breathe.
- Stop thinking “that SO could’ve been me, dammit” when watching Beauty and the Geek.
- Stop annoying d Wife by asking “what is the appeal of this show? I’d really like to know” every time she watches The Hills.
- Stop griping about how much homework my son has. That’s his job.
- Stop using “I’ve got to clear my Google Reader” as an excuse to skip my lunchtime workout.
- More water. Less whiskey.