I’m not sure what to think: I had what’s called a “date” with this stunning woman last night. We sat down for omakasa at Bluefin in Newport Coast. The crazy part was that the company, conversation and food were so good that I didn’t take a single picture, didn’t check Facebook or Instagram, and actually failed to look at my mobile even once. Instead, I looked at an actual person (who was hawt!!!!) and spoke to her without using my thumbs! It was so strange but awesome!
Did I mention she was stunning? And AWESOME?
So, I’m sorry there’s no pictures and I was gone for so long. But, seriously, you guys need to try this “date” thing. Its so new it doesn’t even have an app yet.
There were a million things I would have rather been doing today, notably some quiet time reflecting under a tree. Instead, I had to spend the day wrapping up the last details of our move.
I’m officially out of Aliso Viejo, a city I’ve called home for the better part of over 15 years. The highest highs and the lowest lows in my life, those redefining moments that irrevocably change who you are as a person and what you believe in, all happened within the confines of that twisted little town.
Today my tenure ends there. Its not ironic that it happens today, and certainly neither mystical or planned; it simply happened today. Now its time to hug the kids, see them off and grab a shower. Today is one Sunday I’m glad to see end.
Our duty begins with our family first. If all members are of the same directive, we work together to accomplish our collective and individual goals. If we are selfish or divided, we are certain to fail.
Just a thought as my family sets out on a busy weekend.
Have you ever broken a sweat scrambling to clean up the kitchen, scrub down the kids, and return the house to a façade of order just 10 minutes before your spouse arrives home after leaving you in charge of all the kids and errands for a day? Only so that you can throw yourself onto the sofa, baby and bottle in hand, composed like nothing has happened all day, when she walks through the door to casually say, “Oh, hey! You’re home,” like it was a pleasant but unnecessary surprise.
Yeah, me neither.
… (so tired)…
For the record: broken things like cars are just that… things. Meaningless, vapid, decaying and expensive things. As much as it was inconvenient today, my priorities weren’t the thing of the broken car insomuch as the important people it transported. Thankfully, none of them were in the car when it broke. It was entertaining to make fun of the inconvenience, but it was just silly inconvenience.
Things have been tight here lately. I’m just glad the insurance was up to date when it was needed. I don’t want to be on the flip side where things that matter aren’t attainable because so many things that shouldn’t matter get in the way. Too many of my friends and our families are on that cusp, and I would give anything to rid them of those stresses.
Hug the kids and kick the DVD to the curb.
I’m reminding myself tonight to ignore the dent and embrace the texture you can wear, chin held high.
Rylan just announced, after finishing a second Megalodon Shark Week episode, “I want my two hours back.”
That’s my boy!!
You know you’re officially caring for a toddler when your conversation with him makes you sound like you’re a cross between Andrew Dice Clay and Bill Cosby with Tourette Syndrome.
According to my kids, the definition of cruelty is dropping them off at summer day camp when there’s a brand new map pack for Call of Duty that released today. They’d much rather stay home in front of the XBox.
To add insult to injury, it includes a new map that ties in Minecraft, Indiana Jones and Call of Duty beautifully.
Worst. Dad. Ever.
The line between loving dad and drill sergeant blurs when I find chewed fingernails on my sofa. #filthyanimals
At the pool with the kids. I count no less than 6 little ones (toddlers) in floaties and just one adult in the water.
Just a simple reminder to those parents out there that still use these puffy little death traps: if you believe that your child needs them then it means you know your kid can’t swim. With that said, no float enabled toddler should be left in a pool without a responsible swimming adult within arm’s reach.
“Arm’s reach” also means in the water, less than 36″ away from the child sporting cheap Chinese plastic with white bold letters stating, NOT A LIFE SAVING DEVICE.
Meanwhile I count no less than 5 parents looking at their phones, reading magazines or sipping from Solo cups from the comfort of their sun-baked lounge chairs.
Blaming yourself will only mean that the inevitable is already too late.