Sunday, August 24, 2008

Dad Sheds a Tear...

That is right, I had a tear rolling down my face yesterday. Now I better tell the story...right!

Yesterday we (the family) went out to get school stuff for the kids (Damon and Avery). While we were there, I figured it was time to let the kids have a treat since I've been working so much. Avery and I were walking through the mall and I see the Piercing Pagoda. I have always wanted her to be able to get her ears pierced (I think it is very cute.) But Erin has always said not til Avery gets older. Anyway I asked Avery if she would like to get her ears pierced and she excitedly responded YES. After a discussion with Erin, Avery convinced her Mom that she was ready and wanted them pierced. We went through the paperwork and Avery picked out her first set of earrings (little pink ones to be exact.)

I was as excited as Avery up to this point; then Avery ran around the counter and hopped up in this chair, for the piercing. Suddenly, mean 'ole Dad was not so sure this was a good idea (but as a man I held all that back.) Avery was ready and smiling right until the triggers were pulled and that is about the time I lost it too. Seeing my baby girl hurt was awful and to think that I am the one who brought this idea up made it even worse. Erin scooped Avery up as soon as she was done (Avery was a trooper not one tear until she was in Mommy's arms.) I had to get myself together quickly, so I wiped away a tear as Erin handed Avery to me. We showed Avery her ears in the mirror and she was back to smiling and happy just like that.


Today, a day later Avery loves her new fashionable ears, and I will say that they are adorable. I'm just glad it is over and she doesn't hate me for it today.

Avery you are a trooper and I'm glad you like your newest fashion! I love you Monkey Sue!

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Long Time No Type...

I'm not even sure how to start this post...I'm having writers block! It has been a couple of weeks since I last posted, but I have been extemely busy.

I started a part-time job a couple of weeks ago, as a bartender/bouncer at a local club. So now I work 5 days a week (and try to get the overtime on Saturday too), and then normally I only work a few days at the club. The past week has been crazy...One of the bartenders has been on vacation, so I'm covering his shifts which means it is 7 days a week until he returns.

Anyway instead of rambling on about nothing I'll close with yet another yawn and try to get some rest so I can work again in a little while. Once I get some sleep and my brain is able to function properly again, I will start posting regularly again. So for you dedicated readers please bare with me.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles...

Throughout my life vehicles have been a big influence to me (I have a passion for cars, trucks, boats, and even motorcycles and atv's (some of them anyway)! This is a part of my life that I'm sure my parents have to this day wished that I never would have encountered.

Instead of going through and telling you every vehicle that I've driven or even owned; I'm going to tell a few stories that stick out in my head about some of them.

Let me start out by saying that the show "Dukes of Hazard", has always been my favorite. Even though I know that the things done in vehicles on TV are not real (most of them are all stunts and rigged vehicles), there has always been the question in my mind...I wonder if I could do that?

On my first attemp of something wild and crazy, I found out very quickly how much I loved an adrenaline rush. It was the backing up slamming on the brakes while turning and sliding the front end around and getting into a forward gear and going, without ever coming to a stop. On the first attemp of this, it was a success . I felt invincable and truely thought that I was born to do this stuff. (If my parents had ever known what thoughts went through my head before I even went to get in the car I'm sure the keys would never made into my hand in the first place, so naturally I never told them about any of these things). By the way this was done in my first car, a 1984 4-cyl., front wheel drive, 2-door, Oldsmobile Cutlass Cierra-Holiday Edition. This was our family car until I turned 16. This car went on to survive many different airborne successes. I even took it 4-wheelin' once. The last of this car was not a stunt or even an attemp. I couldn't get the thing stopped at a stop sign one day and...CRASH right into a 1972 Chevrolet Nova (not a good story so I'll spare that one for now, I was on my way to my cousin's wedding). This picture is a 1986, but you get the idea.


Speed! I love it! The rush is awesome, not far from where we lived there was this straight away about a mile long and if entered correctly a speed of about 150 was possible in a verrietty of factory vehicles (this was one of the first tests I had to give every vehicle that I got in my hands).

My thought was that, the faster the car would go in that spot...the better the car was. If a vehicle had been altered or modified the occasional 160 or so was possible (that was by far the best)!

There were also many trucks, and all of them had tastes of the mud at "Wetstone" (good and bad experiences, I'll save a bad one for another day). This place has so many memories in my head that I could never type them all. But I was browsing around earlier and technolgy has come so far that I found some footage of this wonderful place on "the world wide web". Now the parts that are not shown is the calm evenings and the campouts (the music, and lots of stuff that I should not have been doing back then). If memory serves me correctly Brad Paisley was even in there one year, way before he made it in the music industry!

There were many things that I did to get an adreniline rush. Even now I look for things that won't get me in any trouble. So for you parents that have a teen driving think back to this post before you hand them the keys. I know what is coming from my children when they get older and believe me, they are gonna have it rough, thanks to "Evil Dad's" past.

Friday, August 1, 2008

Blog Crisis...

When I started this blog I was driving a big truck in three states and covered 500 miles a day. Now I drive a beer truck (it feels like driving a mini van compared to the big truck). I stay in the town that I live in and only work 8 and a half hours a day (compared to the 90 or so that I was working before). LIFE IS GOOD.

The problem that I'm running into is that I don't really have alot to tell everyone about. I tried to pay more attention to my surroundings over the past two weeks, but nothing. So again I'm back to the thought of what do you blog about. My wife can make posts about little things, big things, and even nothing. While I sit back and try to come up with something, with little luck.

So my attemp this weekend is to find something or think of a story from the past (hopefully I can think of one that won't give my loving mother a heart attack when she reads it).