Talking to Me

April 20, 2012

Me: It’s Friday, and just when I think my shitty week is over, the  rain is coming. It’s supposed to rain all weekend. No riding. No beach.

Myself: Sigh.
Me: Well, I could go out.
Myself:Yes!
Me: Maybe tomorrow.
Myself: Boo!
Me: Maybe I’ll paint. Maybe play guitar… write a song.
Myself: Yawn.
Me: Of course, I have to do laundry.
Myself: Laundry? Really? Nobody gives a shit about your laundry!
Me: Perhaps I’ll watch some of the bazillon shows on my DVR.
Myself: Boring!
Me: Maybe I’ll just catch up on some much needed sleep.
Myself: Can’t argue with that…
Me: Cool?
Myself: Cool.

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Happy Easter

April 8, 2012

My Favorite!

Reese's Egg

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Today is my Dad’s Birthday. I want to honor him and thank him. He is a great man who has taught me so much. I am very lucky to still have him in my life.

Happy Birthday Pop!
Thanks for teaching me to love nature and animals. Thanks for showing me how to treat other people with respect and to demand it, if earned, in return. It’s because of you that I stand up for the little guy, never start but always finish a fight, and never used my size to bully. It’s because of you I can fix things, make things, and figure out how it all goes together. You taught me to be a man, to take responsibility for my actions, how to drive, how to throw a ball, and so many other things. You’ve given me a lifetime of wonderful memories.

Thank you!

Love Your Son

First Fish

Dad, Me, and my little Brother

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My Dad (chapter 1)

March 23, 2012

First, you need to know, my dad is cool, and he was always cool. He was the original MacGyver, long before Mac was Mac. He once took a tongue depressor, a rubber-band, and some plastic from a bacon package and made my brother and I little sail boats when we were camping. One day I’ll blog about all the things he’s created to fix, repair or just make something better. It’s not enough to say he was a handy man. He was so much better than your average handyman. Still is at 77.

We grew up at the top corner of a cul de sac (court) which meant that while our front yard was small our back yard was pretty large for the neighborhood. Our yard was the ultimate hide and seek, army, and all around playground that the neighborhood kids would come to. Especially after my dad installed a drinking fountain! We had a sand box (dad built). We had swings and a slide. We had a fire pole 20 ft up into a tree. We had a Play house(a tree house on the ground) Again, Dad Built! But to this day, I’ve never met anyone who had a drinking fountain in their back yard. I love you Pop! I can’t ever thank you enough for an amazing and loving childhood. Thank You!

Dad buildin' stuff

drinkin fountain

Samoas, Tagalongs, Do-Si-Dos, Trefoils, and Thin Mints (my favorite). If you don’t know, these are a few of the most popular Girl Scout Cookies. Yep, it’s that time of year again. I was lucky. Right across the street lived 3 little girls scouts. Every year they’ed knock on my door and I’d put in an order. Or their mom would call say they had cookies, “What would you like?” Unfortunately, they moved away several years ago so I’ve had to find my cookies elsewhere. It hasn’t always been easy, which is probably a good thing. I went to the grocery store yesterday and the Girl Scouts were selling their cookies out in front. I bought 3 boxes of my favorites. Thin Mints may not make me thin, but it is for a good cause. Right?

 

Thin Mints

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I’m not going to give you a thousand words, just 23. I rode today. It was beautiful, peaceful, and I took a few pictures.

Such A Tease

March 9, 2012

She smiled and closed her eyes.

I could hear her breathing fast.

It was obvious she enjoyed my touch.

Every time I stopped, she begged for more.

She rolled over onto her back.

I couldn’t resist her, even though I knew she just wanted to play.

So…

I threw the ball…and she fetched it.

“Good Girl!” I said, but she wouldn’t let it go.

She’s such a tease.

Holly

I love tools. I love gadgets, dohickies, thingamabobs, and watzamajigers. 2x4s, drywall, concrete, tiles, and all the building supplies. I love power tools, the screw guns and nail guns, miter saws and table saws. Hammers, screwdrivers, tool bags and tool belts too. I walk the aisles…”Got it.”  “Got it.” “Got it.” “Need it.”… “Want it!”

I can’t explain it. It’s in the DNA. I have to build. I have to fix. I have to create.

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I didn’t know it until today, but yesterday was a milestone. Yesterday I wrote my 100th post. Had I realized that I had reached 100 posts, I probably wouldn’t have written about sweatin’ like a pig. I might have written about my favorite post, or the most read post. I could have tried to wow you with a witty meaningful post or something. Oh well, past is past.

I just re-read all 100 posts. Here are a few I enjoyed reading again.

Colonel Angus

RIP Mack

Opinions are like…

And That’s Why I Don’t Eat Raisins

Blue Angels

My Dad’s Tree

Happy Ending?

Going Home

August 5, 2011

The worst part about going away is going home. Don’t get me wrong, I love being home. It’s just the thought of leaving the Bay, beach, mountains, or wherever my weekend takes me is depressing. I never want the good times to end. Can you relate?

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