As the title of this blog suggests, I wear three hats at a time. Each day, I am trying to balance being a man, a dad and a husband but more often than not one is overpowering the others. Welcome to the collection of stories, thoughts and ramblings as I try to keep up with my dad and husband jobs while learning what it means to be a man.
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If Satan owned a pawn shop he would run it exactly like the fine folks over at ecyclebest.com.
Imagine a pawn shop. When you show the proprietor your cel phone he says "Does it power on?". You say yes and he says "I bet I can pay you $180 for that thing". Then he asks to hold it. As soon as he gets it in his hands he backs away from the counter and says "I think it's only worth $20". You call BS and ask for your device back only to have him put it under the counter and say "It has already been processed. Here is your check".
That was just like my dealings with ecyclebest.com except, because I am an idiot I sent in TWO phones! How I wish I had ready the BBB report on the company first.
Each of my two phones were quoted >$150 but when I got the email after sending them in I was told they were paying me $24 for each. I called in to refuse the offer and get my devices back and quickly realized I was caught in what obviously is their standard operating procedure. I was disconnected, placed on infinite hold, was rude to, treated like a child and given a sales pitch about how "they just want to get me paid" like I am a rapper or something. I also was told multiple times how I could feel free to shop around because $24 was WAY more than anyone else would pay.
I was particularly amazed when I told a first level phone support person I was recording the call to document my request for my devices. She was very offended and told me that I am legally required to tell her at the start of the call that she is being recorded. Her response tells that this is a standard occurrence there and happens frequently enough that they needed to put a response for it in the script.
It only got better when the "purchasing department" lied about the original quote (I have screenshots), lied about their own terms and conditions (by saying the payment is automatic and the devices 'have already been processed so there is nothing we can do). She also "placed me on a brief hold so I could calm down because I continue to cut her off (I wasn't)".
If the above doesn't convince you to stay away from this family of companies, perhaps this will. It is a list of one-liners I collected during my dealings with ecyclebest.com. Good luck to you and Enjoy!
1. You are legally required to tell me I am being recorded at the start of the call but whatever
2. People can say anything they want to the BBB but it doesn't make it true
3. Well YOU stated your devices were in mint condition (the only options are broken or powers on. There isn't even a mint option)
4. I'll say it AGAIN. Your devices have already been processed. Me: I don't care if they are wiped. I need them back. Scammers: I'll say it AGAIN.........
5. I am going to place you on a brief hold since you continue to cut me off
6. I'm not here to add frustration, I'm here to get you paid
7. I am going to place you on hold so you can shop around. This is the best you are going to get.
I am still waiting on refund from an order placed in JUNE on 2014. It is now November and I have no product or money. This page will be the running log of interactions between myself and this fraudulent company, skyline shirts, which is developing quite a reputation for itself with the BBB.
Read about their BBB complaints here. Here is a link to the yelp page and here is a link to skylineshirts.com themselves - be careful.
This company is known as Skyline Shirts, http://www.skylineshirts.com/, @skylineshirts and #skyline shirts. Their twitter feed and facebook page are locked to prevent negative comments and their phone numbers are NEVER answered in my experience. They totally fit the description.
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Let's begin:
Ordered one shirt on Jun 9th with delivery expected on Jul 28th. Order number 7048871. I was recovering from surgery so my first request for status was August 22nd. The response was ---- Currently orders under 6 shirts need to be specially printed with a digital press. The ink for that press comes from Europe and unfortunately we are at the mercy of our vendors as they are currently on back order.
We are hoping the ink is coming in about 2 more weeks from what our vendor has told us. ---- Next request was Sep 5th and the response was ---- Due to a vendor shortage your order was delayed. Your order is set to ship in 2 to 3 weeks. We will send you a tracking number as soon as your order ships ---- At this point I began calling. The voicemail boxes were always full and I never got anyone on the phone. This fact never changed.
My next email was on Oct 6th with the response being: ---- Your order is in production. Once your order ships we will send you a tracking number. Again sorry for the delay ---- On Oct 8th I wrote back and got this response: ---- we can ship it for you as early as next week to arrive to you in about 4 business days after it ships. We thank you for your patience and again apologize Bobby. ---- I wrote for status on Oct 23rd and 24th with no response. On the 24th I titled my email "final message" and demanded a refund. I got a very quick response of: ---- we will be cancelling your order. Just to let you know your credit card company may take up to five business days to processes this cancellation. ----
On Oct 29th, I wrote for status since the money isn't in my account and it doesn't show a pending transation.
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On Nov 3rd, William Villarreal wrote: We apologize deeply for the inconvenience, due to some major delays concerning our accounting team the refund has not been processed. We will be processing that shortly for you and we thank you deeply, deeply for your patience.
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Despite the use of two "deeply"s nothing happened.
On Nov 4th I requested the confirmation number showing the refund has been processed.
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Nov 4th: Yanisliet Alarcon wrote: As soon as our IT department had solved the issue we will inform you.
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Nov 6th: I wrote that they could paypal it to me if they needed to but I want my money.
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Nov 7th: Yahaira Rodriguez wrote: Our apologies for the delays. I have forwarded your email to my manager to process your refund.
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This was the final contact I have had from them. Since I have heard "here comes your refund" 3 times now I have no faith in skyline shirts.
Please be aware of the business practices of skyline shirts and skylineshirts.com if you had ANY intentions of ordering from them. I will update this page if and when I get a refund. Until then, check back daily for status :-).
It was March 14th, 2010 and my wife and I had a surprise planned for our daughter. We had found it kind of hard finding things to do during spring break. It seemed like every option was either a movie where you can’t talk to one another or an arcade where you feed quarters for entertainment. Finally after a bit of searching, we found it.. Family fun like my kid has never had.
I can’t count the number of times we have driven past a church carnival and my kid has almost clawed the window wanting to go. The sight of all those kid-sized rides, the lights and the smell of popcorn was enough to drive her crazy. When we saw the pictures of the attractions at Sandy Lake, we knew we had to take her.
We didn’t tell her anything about our destination or even that we were doing something special when we headed out. As we turned onto Sandy Lake road, we started passing by some of the rides and she immediately perked up and said “oh dad! That looks like fun.” I knew we made the right decision. I put on my blinker to pull in and the squeals began.
The lady that took our money asked if we had been there before. When we answered no, she actually got excited. She eagerly explained that the place worked on the ticket system, where we could buy them and that you can park anywhere you want all over the park (within reason of course) and we were off.
As we rounded the first corner, we were hooked. The entire place dripped with comfort (for lack of a better word). The feeling we got as we pulled up is hard to explain but the closest I could get would be if my parents owned amusement park rides and just set them up for the day at a city park for us to play with. We saw the pony rides, carnival roller coasters, picnickers, waving kids with hot dogs and cars parked right up behind the rides. I took a moment wondering to myself if this is what it was like when my parents used to go to county fairs.
We pulled around back of the bumper cars and barely got the car parked before my daughter’s door exploded open and she started happy dancing.
Ponies:
With my key still only half way in my pocket, I was being pulled towards the ponies while trying to explain two things. 1. She would probably be too tall for the ponies and 2. We needed to eat real quick first. Our compromise was that we would check her height before eating and do ponies immediately after if she was below the max.
Uh oh.. First problem.. Thanks to her two 6 foot tall parent’s, my kid was a bit over the max height.. She was a tiny bit disappointed but with the lure of the other rides she quickly recovered and we went to get food. While we were eating, a very polite gentleman in a Sandy Lake shirt introduced himself and told us he saw us trying out the pony rides and he had good news for us. The man turned out to be the owner who told us he had just purchased a bigger pony for just such an occasion and asked if my kid would like to be the first person to ever ride him. I could actually FEEL my daughter’s every atom jump up an excitement level so the decision was pretty much already made :-).
When we got done eating and arrived at the corral, we found the owner and an employee hitching up “elmo” the super-pony. He recognized us, took our tickets and helped my kid up on the horse.
We weren’t worried about the pony being so new. You could tell all of the horses had wonderful dispositions and they are all connected together anyway. Still though, during that first ride the owner’s hand never left the horses bridle and he never left her side which was a fact I appreciated and respected.
pic from her second (or was it third) ride:
The dragon:
My daughter almost floated down to the ground after the pony ride but it only took the few seconds while we thanked the owner for her to begin yanking me towards what we called ‘the dragon’ roller coaster. This would be my kid’s first coaster experience and I was so happy she was tearing towards it and would be riding it by herself.
On this occasion, the first of an eventual eight rides on the dragon, she chose to sit near the middle. Very sensible for her first time. The ride began and my wife whipped out her iphone for pictures like a touch-screen ninja. Immediately, we realized that from the front of the ride you can’t see your kids face very well.
It was at this point that we noticed the lack of walls\fences\rails\shrubs that force people to stay in one spot like Six Flags has. We both ran around the side of the ride and got some awesome pictures of the kid riding her first coaster!
The train:
She was exiting the dragon when the train passed by and I tried to offer her my left hand this time so maybe it would stretch to the same length as the right. The arm yanking began and we headed to the station.
I have always loved trains so we take the opportunity to ride any one we come across. The Fort Worth Zoo train, the Trinity express, the train at Frank Buck Park in Gainesville. . We ride them all. I love any kind of train ride but my favorite ones have playful conductors. I could tell with the conductor’s “all aboard” call that this was going to be a favorite.
The conductor gave his talk as we circled the park and his performance was perfect. We rode the train another time later in the day so I know he says the same thing every trip but you don’t get that feeling. He told a story about a tree (that I think my kid believed) and other such tall tales.
The tilt-a-whirl:
After the train ride, I was the one dragging my daughter to one of the rides we had seen. You can’t be in a carnival-like atmosphere and not ride the tilt-a-whirl. My wife (wisely) decided to just watch as the kid and I boarded the red and blue carts. We had screams of delight and LOTS of “weeeeee”s as the iphone ninja kept snapping photos.
I am not sure what the age to g-force limit is but I worried once or twice that I might be passing it. Therefore, my wife took the next shift and road “the spider” and “the white coaster” with her. My daughter decided to brave the white coaster on her own and I used my new found trick of walking around the ride to find the best camera angle. Keeping in mind that I am only an apprentice iphone ninja.
The bumper cars:
Here is where my wife and I had the most fun. We didn’t even ride the cars but we knew how it was going to go. All of us old folks know that the steering on authentic bumper cars is kind of hit-and-miss. Turn the wheel too much and you’re doing doughnuts. Turn it all the way over and you reverse. Well imagine that plus being nine years shy of a license and you can picture how well the kid did.
It was also here though that we noticed it wasn’t just the owner who cared about kids. The employee on the ride stopped the cars probably 6 times to point her car forward but each time, he actually gave her a driving lesson. He pushed the car toward the wall and asked “how are you going to make the car turn and miss the wall” to teach her about the steering. That was really cool.
The other parents and kids were cool too. A young girl deflected a few bad hits while shouting driving instructions and even the other side-line parents were shouting “you’re doing great” and “turn the wheel”.
Because of the low-key atmosphere, I was free to laugh myself into a stupor while shouting “now you turned it too much.. turn the other way”. I am still laughing about it now.
The haunted house:
On our way to mini golf, we stopped by the haunted house. My daughter, who just braved every other ride was actually a bit frightened of this one. Luckily when we got to the top, there was a kind looking grandfatherly figure sitting in a folding chair. As we got closer, he could read it on my kids face and he shouted “don’t worry honey, I am the scariest thing on this ride”. He seemed to know the exact right words and she calmed down immediately.
The People, the times and the impression:
After the ride, we sat and talked with the man for about 10 minutes. I am not usually one to get gooey and philosophical about things but with this man and every other employee we chatted with, I began thinking what a shame it is that younger people sometimes miss out on talking like this. The guy was hilarious as he described his years of working the fun house and I am pretty sure he made a permanent friend with my daughter. She even asked if she could donate her werewolf costume to the guy to help him with “his” ride.
We chatted with a few employees like this and they all seemed to genuinely enjoy working there and making kids happy. The location is amazing. It is so close to all the big cities but as soon as you drive through the gates, the trees cut all the noise and you actually feel like you are in a less hectic time. The owner mentioned that the place has been in business for 40+ years and I really believe going there today feels the same as it did 40 years ago. As a computer guy, I LOVE technology and up-to-the-second equipment but this place was different. (brace yourself for the sap ahead) I actually felt a kind of connection with my grandparents and what life must have been like for them at my age before everything got so modern and complicated. I feel like this place is what it must have been like before amusement parks became like the walmarts of entertainment. It was personal, friendly and just plain simple fun.
I am going to remember the feelings of this spring break for a long time. The laughs and squeals we got weren’t because paid Hollywood to babysit us for an hour or we exchanged a quarter for a ticket at Chuck-e-cheese. They were generated by my family being together and having the freedom and time to enjoy our company.
I just got the weirdest call. My wife and I have never been a day late on any payment and have worked our BUTTS off to maintain excellent credit even during my medical stuff. Because of that, we don’t have any experience dealing with bill collectors. The call I just got though gave me a glimpse of what kind of dirty dogs they must be.
When my wife answered the phone, the lady said she was looking for “walker bobby”. I got on the phone and she rattles off that she is trying to get in touch with my neighbor (about 8 doors down) and told me his car make\model, address and name.
I know the trick is to get me to go over there and embarrass him into calling them back but I have half a mind to give the guy their number just so he can totally rail them. Do you know how ticked off I would be if they cold-called random neighbors and told them all of my info?
I flipped out on the lady a bit when I told her to never call my house again but now I kinda stuck on what to do with their 1-800 number.
There are hundreds of books about relationships and the differences between men and women. Whether it is planets of origin or which brain hemispheres or whatever, we husbands really are wired differently.
When we first got married 13 years ago, my wife and I bought a few of those books and tried to better understand each other. I can’t count how many fights we had trying to make each other understand WHY something upset us or HOW the other could have phrased something differently. I wish I had all of that energy back.
Now I think we celebrate those differences in the way that we think. It comes in handy a lot of the time to have someone approach a problem from what I call (when my wife isn’t listening) ‘the opposite of logic’.
To illustrate the difference in the way we think, I would like to point to a conversation I had 15 minutes ago with my wife. I am working from home and she is watching the day after tomorrow. There is a part of that movie where the love-sick 17 year old, Sam, is talking to a girl he really likes but hasn’t told that. A boy from another school asks if she wants a tour of the school and she leaves with new guy. Just before leaving, she says “Sam, can you hold my drink?”.
I don’t know why but I told my wife the following “If you are ever single again and this situation arises, don’t make the dude hold your crap while you go off with some other guy. That’s just wrong.” After one of the most curious looks, she said “duh you idiot.. If a girl does that, it means she is coming back to you”.
Ah ha.. From my point of view, the girl is dumping her crap on ‘friend-boy’ while she investigates some dating material. From my wife’s the girl is dropping a hanky or ‘accidentally’ leaving her purse at his apartment.
So when I sat down to blog I was going to say how “gamey” girls are with stuff like that but in preparing to write it down, I noticed something. Leaving a drink like that is obviously a game but why did I think she was doing the wrong thing? Because “would you like a tour” is code for “let me get you away from all these other dudes so I have a shot at you”.
Here we are again. The exact same level of playing games but on opposite sides of the spectrum.
That is what you realize with time – On the scale of crazy, you’re both the same distance from normal, just in different directions.
So we went to see Spy Next Door last night and found it to be about as we expected. The wire fighting scenes were goofy at best but if you went there looking for a great karate\spy film, you probably get disappointed a bunch. :-)
This movie turned out to be a cute little kids movie with some Karate thrown in which is perfect for my kid right now (7 years old). It won’t shock you Jackie Chan fans that there were, of course, fights involving a ladder, household items and a chair (shocker) which I have seen in every Jackie Chan movie I have seen but it was cool to see my daughter watching these for the first time.
She is in Karate and digs it completely. It is the one thing she actually slows down for and listens to instructions. With that in mind, we took her to this movie knowing it would be her first “karate movie”. She had her eyes wide open and laughed out loud at several little kid jokes such as when the bad guy gets kicked in the junk. It was after this movie that she decided to be a spy instead of a vet\artist.
I had to chuckle at the guy behind me with no children that said “about time” at the end of the movie. You have to go in thinking that this movie realistically. That is knowing that this movies is about half way between Jackie Chan in his prime and where ‘the Rock’ is now (hint: the rock is wearing a tutu in tooth fairy). If you go in with the expectation that the story is going to be bad, the acting tolerable and the karate fairly funny, you will enjoy it.
Ps.. Be prepared for almost intolerable accents (and I am not even talking about Jackie).. The bad guys have Boris and Natasha accents and one of the good guys (or is he) is friggin Billy Ray Cyrus. Just saying..
I have said in a few posts now that I would explain “the medical problems” when I got a chance. I suppose that if I don’t do it now, I never will so here it goes.. Keeping in mind that I am compressing 4 years of crap into a one page post so I will be glazing over a bunch of the details.
What the heck happened?
My wife and I had always had our share of problems and we laughed them off as they came. For example, when my kid was 2 months old my wife fell and broke both elbows. Let me tell you that when a spouse breaks both arms at the elbow, you get closer to them than you ever wanted to be.
I fed all 3 of us, bathed all 3 of us and was on diaper\bathroom detail for all 3 of us. And when my wife says “we breast fed our kid”, she actually does mean WE.. I had to help with that too and as far as I know, the ‘nipple nazis’ in the hospital still tell stories about us when discussing how important breast feeding is :-D
When my kid was 2, I got kidney stones for the first time and had to have the ‘go get them’ surgery. Not to bore you with the details, I will just say the word urethrascope and let you use your imagination.
Even with those problems, we were still in almost inappropriately good spirits.
About a year after that though, is when ‘the medical problems’ began and they were very hard to smile through. I woke up with kidney stone pain on the same side I had stones before and went to the ER again. After a CT scan, they told me that I didn’t have any stones on the right side so the pain must be something else. Thus began the land slide.
During the next 3 years, I had:
6 nerve surgeries on my back
physical therapy
6 CT scans
an MRI
a bone density scan
bone marrow biopsies
pain management doctors
passed one stone I had on the left side
had surgery for another stone on the left side
had shingles about 4 times
2 colonoscopies (I am only 33 for goodness sakes)
About 8 ER trips for pain
And a bunch more things I can’t even remember.
Each time I went to the ER, they found some other weird crud for me to add to the list. This or that would be bad which would spur more tests and worries. We went from thinking it was kidney stones all the way through leukemia to lupus and then to neuropathy (pain in your nerves for no reason).
I went from 170 pounds to probably 200 more than that, from having no debt to ridiculous amounts and from being a workaholic to barely able to function. Medication wise, I went from viccodin all the way up to oxycontin to control the pain.
The Results: Eventually, I just asked my doctors if they thought whatever was going on was going to kill me any time soon. When they said no, I told them all to jump off a cliff and began ignoring the pain and putting our life back together. I have been doing that for about a year and am making some progress with losing the weight and have dropped all pain and numbing medications. I’ll get there.
There are a lot of things during that time that I am proud of. For example, I worked from home so I never missed a day of work, I never took the pain meds when I didn’t need them and I fought my way from oxy (oral morphine!) back down to excedrin simply because I got pissed enough.
Unfortunately, there are a lot of things I am not proud of too. In another post, I mentioned that I felt like I let this journey break me. I can almost pinpoint the moment it happened too. It was when I had everything taken away from me except my wife and child and my doctors began talking about my pain maybe being skeletal\bone cancer. They told me I wouldn’t be able to pick up my toddler any more and shouldn’t run or do anything else that might aggravate my body.
At one of the lowest points in my life I felt like someone was trying to move me out of the picture little by little. Then when I had almost nothing left, ‘they’ started taking my family from me as well which was more than I was prepared to handle.
It was at that point that I just gave up completely. I won’t tell you what life-changing moment I had since that is probably the only deeply personal subject I keep to myself but I can tell you what it was like afterwards.
I made my first rule of my new life. “God will never give you more than you can handle but the bible doesn’t say you have to handle it yourself”. I had always had God in my life but before this moment, I had prayed for him to help take care of my family – not me. Also, though my wife helped me without ever being asked, I learned to ask for her help when I needed it.
I also came to grips with my second rule. God doesn’t cause the pain in our lives but if you let him, He can use that pain for His purposes. It really helps to know that, with your cooperation, what you’re going through isn’t for no reason. That being said, God is big enough to handle it when you get upset so it is ok to say ‘this sucks’. He understands what is in your heart.
It is my belief that I may never know what good will come from my trials. It could be that 2 years from now, someone finds this post on the net and one sentence is the exact one they need to hear at that time. I don’t spend any more time wondering why it all happened because I trust that some good has already come from it and God’s plans are much greater than I can understand.
Even though in the big picture I may never know the answers, I have learned to take the good out of what happened. I realize that I didn’t get beat by this and I feel like I have survived a threat to my life even if that threat didn’t turn out to be a medical one in the end (that I know of). I am not scared of failing, dying or living any more and my ability to get upset by little things is now broken. I find myself taking less pictures than I used to.. I don’t want to look at photos to reminisce because now I bask in every Kodak moment and remember every second I have with my wife and daughter.
During my bad times, I was most upset that for half of my child’s life, I was hurting, having surgery or on medication. Now I realize when you’re seven, 4 years is a huge chunk of time. If I am around 23 good years until she is 30, 4 bad years will hardly be remembered.
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That normally would have been the end of my post but I wanted to add the following. If not for my wonderful wife, I wouldn’t have made it. With her broken arms, I helped her and kept her from having to call someone else but that was 6 weeks. My wife stood by me for 3 years of CRAP and 1 year of recovery so far and I would like to publicly thank her like I try to do privately every day.
I mentioned in a different post that I had a buddy who needed me to be a friend. Since that post, his health progressively got worse until he lost his fight with cancer on Dec 30th. I attended his memorial service on Tuesday and am still having a hard time despite how much of a celebration of his life his memorial was.
This man was a coworker of mine and a friend that I will always call my ‘older brother’. The age difference between us (20+ years) never seemed to matter and in an odd way, it seemed like he was an older version of me. He LOVED music, his family, God and classic comedies like I do but the similarities don’t stop there. He was a deeply religious man but wasn’t afraid to smile at a dirty joke, he let his daughters pick what shoes he should by or if he should dye his hair (we both did that) and I can’t think of anybody he didn’t like.
I can’t count the number of hours we sat discussing everything from airplane models to the importance of family. He told me about taking his daughters to Christian-metal band concerts (which I had never heard of before) and I told him about geocaching and pretty much anything else that passed by my brain. All of my time with him was wonderful.
It seems a bit strange that one of my fondest memories will be when he was in the hospital but the time I visited with him is something I treasure. His oncology nurse had walked in to check on him and asked if I was his son. Without missing a beat, he answered yes and I will forever remember the feeling that gave me.
During the medical problems I had, I went through absolute hell. Everything I knew was torn into shreds and flushed. I think that fact is something that my buddy could relate to and that brought comfort to him knowing that I had just been on the rollercoaster of hospitals and medications. When we talked, I told him three beliefs that my problems helped me form:
God will never give you more than you can handle. That being said, the Bible doesn’t say you have to handle it alone. Ask for help when you need it even if the help is having someone to hear you complain without judging.
We may never know why these trials happen to us. God has a plan and a reason for everything but we have no promises that he will run those plans past us first. If you let yourself during those times, you will be used for His purposes which I believe are for the good. That being said, sometimes the using SUCKS.
If the reason my life had to go through a blender was to make my friend more comfortable or even just provide him with someone who understood, I am happy it happened despite how much it sucked and I would gladly do it again.
The world has lost a terrific man, dad and husband with my “older brother’s” passing and I have lost a wonderful friend.
Goodbye my dear friend. I love you my brother and I can’t wait until we can chat again.
The one thing my kid put on her list to Santa this year was a bird. When prodded for a bit more details, we quickly found out that this bird was not a stuffed one but rather a real one – as in real-live, real-stinky, real-messy and real-pooping.
My wife and I are complete suckers for this kid and while she behaves as wonderfully as she usually does, we are usually extremely happy plunking down money for whatever whim passes by. *cough* only child *cough*. As the dad who cleans fish tanks, takes care of THREE dogs (see ‘not jack’), cleaned up after two gerbils, fed and watered an endless stream of ____ (insert every insect, amphibian and critter) and took not one but TWO gerbils to the vet to be put down when they got cancer ($80) I wrote a very strongly worded letter to Santa explaining how much trouble he would be in if he showed up with a bird.
Christmas morning came and Santa performed a miracle. He made my daughter just as happy with a stuffed Webkinz bird as he would have with a real one.
Until tonight . . . .
So we go to our local petsmart to check out fish and of course you can’t check out the fish without passing all the pitiful rodents\cats\reptiles and (you guessed it) birds they have for adoption. The other animals went as expected but here is where I really got thrown. My daughter walks past what I am going to call ‘the main bird’ and it whistles at her to get her attention. This is the one they put on the end of the bird section who gets his own cage palace – friggin petsmart. My trouble begins..
We have taught the kid not to stick her fingers in the cages there so she puts her hand on the glass and this bird gently tries to nudge her finger as if she has a treat. We repeated that trick 4 times. Then I put my hand up with the same results. This bird wasn’t trying to bite us so we moved around to the side of the cage with bars and the bird followed. He gently used his beak to crawl around just like the bird we met on vacation
and made a variety of noises that I believe were “they are falling for this crap” in bird-speak.
I could see the longing on my child’s face and could see the years dancing by as she played with this bird. Somehow the years of my cleaning poop began to fade a bit.
My daughter put her hand back up to the glass side of the cage and this friggin bird leans its head over against the glass. Then, doing it’s best cat impersonation, starts rubbing the back of it’s head and body against my daughters hand through the glass.
“Daddy, look how much it likes me”.
For the entire time we played with this bird, the thought of owning one became more real. It was at this time that my wife came back from wherever the heck she had been and my kid relayed all these details to her. She even repeated all of the actions with the same result with Mom in attendance.
My wife, ever the logical one, looked at the price tag before uttering a word SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY DOLLARS!
I don’t remember much of the next couple of minutes but somehow, my wife and I managed to explain that the only bird I have ever liked was WAY out of our league. I snapped back to reality and the store lost it’s dream-like fuzz and took on it’s true form. As a money hungry corporation who deliberately put the nice birds out on the end of the aisle to whistle at little kids. (a bit dramatic?)
We moved a bit further in the bird aisle to look at ones more in our range. There was an impressive variety of colors and noises but the very first bird my kid points at doesn’t nuzzle the glass between us. It craps all over it and I am instantly reminded of why we will probably remain birdless.
It was the night before Christmas . . . But wait you say, this post is dated Dec 25th.
When you are the husband of a nurse, you learn to take Christmas when you can get it. My wife has to work at least one of the Christmas holidays so that means that she either misses Christmas Eve or day each year. This year, it was the 25th she had to work so we asked Santa to come on the night of the 26th instead. Luckily, I think he appreciates the ease of his work load with a chance to do some kids on another night so he said SURE!
Therefore, this morning was a bit different for dad and daughter than other people. She and I woke up about 8am and put on all of our winter gear (literally all of it.. We only have one set of long underwear\gloves\etc) and went out to mess up the blanket of snow before any one else :-).
We had the BEST time building snowmen, throwing snow at each other and making snow angels in the park. When we got to the other side, we met another ‘working widow’ whose husband is a pilot. Her and her son David were at the park for the same reason we were and David had a SLED!
Granted that this is Texas sledding which means about 2 feet but the kids had an awesome time.
David’s Mom and I were talking about how odd it is to know that we are by ourselves while everyone else was waking up and opening presents. She and her husband did Christmas the night before and dad left for the airport before the weather got bad. It was so nice to find someone else who understands the ‘Christmas when you can get it concept’.
Even though there is a touch of sadness for dad and mom about being alone ‘on Christmas’, I do like that our kids are picking up that the holidays are ANY time you can get everyone together for a good time. David loved getting all of his stuff a day earlier than his friends and my kid loves that her Christmas lasts twice as long as everyone else’s.
Apart from that tiny bit of sadness, I wouldn’t have changed today for anything. I wonder how many dads have precious time like I had this morning with my kid and don’t just savor every delicious minute of it.
On top of the wonderful day I am having today, I can’t wait for mom to come home from work and for the fun to really begin.
I consider myself a great believer of stages. Whether it is the 12 steps of a program, the stages of grief or the stages of development, you can’t understand the next one until you finish the current one.
You know how before you had kids you thought you knew exactly how it was going to go and then once you had one you realized how clueless you were? That is how it normally goes.
Occasionally though you are hit right out of the blue with something that no one ever told you was coming. That is what happened to me one week ago.
When you are 100% wrong and your kid maturely explains why.
I must preface this story with the fact that for the past few weeks we have been battling an uncharacteristically willful child who actually threw her first stomping\tantrum\fit recently..
Here we go. .
My wife was working this fine Sunday and though I knew it was a bit cold for it, I wanted to take my daughter fishing at the park across the street from the house. I was doing something in the garage with the doors open while my kid enjoyed her brief escape from the house in her pjs by dancing in the driveway. After a bit, she went inside and by the time I made it in, I saw that she had dressed herself in a horribly matching short skirt and t-shirt.
The matching I could deal with since I rarely coordinate but, knowing my secretly planned activities, I told her it was too cold to be in those clothes. Her immediate response was that it felt like summer out there. I had flashbacks of years ago when she would tell me the same thing and I knew she hadn’t even been outside.
I tightened the strings on my boxing gloves and got ready for the fight.
After a few little back-and-forth exchanges I could see where we were headed and pulled out the big guns. “I have asked you three times nicely to put on pants and those are the only nice times you are getting.” As always, that worked as she cried her way upstairs and put on warmer clothes.
Once we made up and headed outside I was immediately hit with a blast of sunshine and 73 degree weather in December. F-ing Texas. . .
That brings us to the first part of the stage where dad is 100% wrong. I had jumped on my kid without even checking the weather. I would appreciate it if no one points out the irony that I had just accused my kid of the same thing.
I apologized to my daughter and fessed up that if I had checked the weather, we would both be wearing cooler clothes. We had a wonderful time not catching a dang thing at the park and went on about our day.
Later that afternoon however the full effect of what had happened hit me. About 2pm, she was watching a show when she turns to me and calmly asks if I have ever had someone disbelieve me when I knew I was right. (you can see where this is going (but I couldn’t)). I blindly said yes and she asked how that made me feel. I told her the truth that it made me feel like the person didn’t respect me enough to believe that I would tell the truth.
The trap sprang shut as I suddenly realized why she had picked this particular line of question. “That is kinda how I felt daddy when I told you it felt like summer out there and you didn’t believe me. That is why I got so upset”
My world cracked a little bit as the fight replayed in my head. Then a bit more as I realized how my seven year old had set up this logical trap to lead me to the right answer the same way we used to do for her.
All of my buddies with daughters unloaded their experiences about the terrible twos, potty training and frilly clothing. Then they jumped into “but just wait until she is a teenager”. I don’t know why it never occurred to me that there are a great number of stages in the middle as well.
I guess in these, my daughter is capable of rationally explaining her position even when she has hurt feelings, her tears aren’t always just because she didn’t get her way and she understands a great deal more than I gave her credit for.
Yet another speed bump on my road to becoming a good dad.
I have been in so many similar situations, it isn't funny.. I found this video of a father trying to play by the rules and help his kid sleep in her crib.
Before you watch, I don't like videos that show people getting hit in the head or falling out of things so it isn't what you think. Nobody gets hurt.
It has been quite a while since we have had a baby monitor in our house but I can tell you that this man, dad and husband still gets an uneasy feeling when he thinks about them.
We have always had a bit of a curiosity about all things supernatural but that curiosity really grew after we had our daughter. On some nights when we were rocking our kid, she would startle as if someone had touched her, grumble and move over to the other shoulder. This would usually happen until we would say something like “can you please leave her alone so we can get some rest” and it would stop.
That is a very casual attitude I know but we are big believers in angels and relatives who come to visit so without any bad experiences, we are free to assume it was just someone saying hi. That nonchalant stance went right out the window one night though when she was about 6 months old.
My daughter was sleeping in her crib and we were both sleeping in our bedroom when the usual stirring and fussing began. We both laid there for about 30 seconds pretending to be asleep and trying to get out of having to do baby duty. The sound of the fussing on the baby monitor got a bit more urgent so we were both about to give in and “wake up”. It was at that point that we heard an adult on the baby monitor say “shh shh shh shh shh” in that unmistakable cadence of someone trying to quiet a restless baby.
This was not an occasion where the baby monitor picked up a neighbour. We could hear both my daughter and the voice at the same time. We knew someone was in the room with her.
Without a word, both of us LEAPT out of bed and I beat my wife into the room with my fist doubled and ready to go only to find nothing. We didn’t even have to ask each other “did you hear that” because it was apparent with the way we both ran to the room and the way we were both dripping with sweat.
For almost a week, our daughter slept with us and I honestly still get a bit nervous thinking about baby monitors. While we appreciate the fact that whoever it was seemed to be nice and helpful, we would appreciate it more if they could do it silently. :-)
One of my worst problems reared it’s ugly head again this morning. This problem is not as earth shattering as sick kids, broken cars or food poisoning but I would almost choose any of those three over this.
My daughter asked me to put on one of her favorite movies named ‘Christmas is here again’. I assume that the military let the stories of water boarding leak out to keep America occupied and prevent us from finding out the real truth. Somewhere in a super-secret base, all of the current intel is gathered due to terrorists having to sit and listen to this movie.
Ed Asner, Kathy Bates, Brad Garrett, Andy Griffith, Jay Leno, Norm MacDonald. At ANY point in reading that list of names, were you thinking “I wish I could here these guys sing together”?
As bad as the singing is, the lyrics are 900 times worse. For example, about 3 songs have the following fascinating lyrics “Who (or I) stole santa’s sack. The sack he carries on his back. Who stole santa’s sack”.
Don’t believe me about how bad this show is, watch this while I wipe the blood from my ears. At 22 seconds, you will get the feeling of the music.
Not even jokes and giggles about how many times they talk about "sack" could save my sanity. Of course, I haven't had my Dr. Pepper yet this morning so I am letting her watch this thing while I drink and make breakfast.
That made me start to wonder: What musical or theatrical bullets do you take for your kids on a recurring basis? What is it that your kids love but you hate?
This Christmas, my wife wanted to bring back a childhood memory to share with our daughter. We are big on traditions in our little 3 person family so my duty as man, dad and husband required me to participate. The shocking thing is that this activity was ridiculously easy, cheap as heck and loads of fun.
The wife pulled out her mother’s old recipe for making Christmas ornaments and after purchasing a few supplies, we had an entire evening of Christmas music, baking, painting and talking for less than you would spend at the movies.
Salt Dough Ornaments
2 C. flour
1 C. salt
1 C. water
Mix salt and flour. Add in half the water, then gradually add the remaining water. Knead until the dough is smooth, this can take up to 10 minutes.
For flat dough ornaments roll out the dough on baking paper. You can also be creative and make odd shapes and wreaths (takes longer to bake.) Use cookie cutters, cut-out templates, or just use your hands.
Dust dough with flour and begin to add details to the ornaments with a toothpick, popsicle stick, and knife.
Don't forget to make a hole so you can hang the ornament.
Baking: Time varies based on thickness of ornament
Temperature: 325°F.
Time: 1 1/2 hours - or until dry
Let cool before you begin. Paint with acrylic paints. Glue on beads, buttons, or any fun accessory. Coat with acrylic varnish when everything is dry.
Total cost looks like this:
Dough = $0.50 maybe
cookie cutters = $1
acrylic paint = $10
Acrylic varnish in a spray can = $4
1 bottle of clear acrylic sparkle paint = $1
Total for evening of fun: $16.50
Results: (while keeping in mind that I SUCK at painting)
Here it is. My list of father and daughter songs that I can't sing all the way through without choking up.
Gary Allan - Tough little boys
Well I never once
Backed down from a punch
Well I'd take it square on the chin
But I found out fast
That a bullies just that
And we've got to stand up to them
So I didn't cry when I got a black eye
As bad as it hurt, I just grinned
But when tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again.
Scared me to death
When you took your first steps
And I'd fall every time you fell down
Your first day of school, I cried like a fool
And I followed your school bus to town
Well I didn't cry, when Old Yeller died
At least not in front of my friends
But when tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again
Well I'm a grown man
But as strong as I am
Sometimes its hard to believe
How one little girl, with little blonde curls
Could totally terrify me
If you were to ask, my wife would just laugh
She'd say "I know all about men
How tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again"
Well I know one day, I'll give you away
But I'm gonna stand there and smile
But when I get home, and I'm all alone
Well, I'll sit in your room for a while
Well I didn't cry when Old Yeller died
At least not in front of my friends
But when tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again
When tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again
Steven Curtis Chapman - Cinderella
She spins and she sways
To whatever song plays
Without a care in the world
And I'm sitting here wearing
The weight of the world on my shoulders
It's been a long day
And there's still work to do
She's pulling at me
Saying "Dad, I need you
There's a ball at the castle
And I've been invited
And I need to practice my dancing
Oh, please, Daddy, please?"
So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone...
She says he's a nice guy and I'd be impressed
She wants to know if I approve of the dress
She says, "Dad, the prom is just one week away
And I need to practice my dancing
Oh, please, Daddy, please?"
So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone
She will be gone
Well, she came home today with a ring on her hand
Just glowing and telling us all they had planned
She says, "Dad, the wedding's still six months away
But I need to practice my dancing
Oh, please, Daddy, please?"
So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone
Heartland - I loved her first
Look at the two of you dancing that way
Lost in the moment and each others face
So much in love your alone in this place
Like there's nobody else in the world
I was enough for her not long ago
I was her number one
She told me so
And she still means the world to me
Just so you know
So be careful when you hold my girl
Time changes everything
Life must go on
And I'm not gonna stand in your way
But I loved her first and I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But it still hard to give her away
I loved her first
How could that beautiful women with you
Be the same freckle face kid that I knew
The one that I read all those fairy tales to
And tucked into bed all those nights
And I knew the first time I saw you with her
It was only a matter of time
But I loved her first and I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But its still hard to give her away
I loved her first
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
Someday you might know what I'm going through
When a miracle smiles up at you
I loved her first
Phil Collins - Father and Daughter
If you ever leap awake
In the mirror of a bad dream
And for a fraction of a second
You can't remember where you are
Just open your window
And follow your memory upstream
To the meadow in the mountain
Where we counted every falling star
I believe the light that shines on you
Will shine on you forever
And though I can't guarantee
There's nothing scary hiding under your bed
I’m gonna stand guard
Like a postcard of a Golden Retriever
And never leave till I leave you
With a sweet dream in your head
I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you
Trust your intuition
It's just like going fishing
You cast your line
And hope you'll get a bite
But you don't need to waste your time
Worrying about the market place
Try to help the human race
Struggling to survive its harshest night
I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you
I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you
Bob Carlisle - Butterfly Kisses
There's two things I know for sure:
She was sent here from heaven and she's
daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and
I thank god for all the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her
hair; "Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."
In all that I've done wrong I know I must
have done something right to deserve a hug
every morning and butterfly kisses at night.
Sweet 16 today
She's looking like her mama a little more everyday
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world.
But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking
little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you
don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong I must have done
something right to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night.
All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly.
Spread your wings and fly.
She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said "I'm not
sure-I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
She leaned over...gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"
Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have
done something right.
To deserve your love every morning and butterfly
kisses-I couldn't ask God for more, man this is what love is.
I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.
Tim McGraw - My Little Girl
Gotta hold on easy as I let you go
Gonna tell you how much I love you
Though you think you already know
I remember I thought you looked like an angel wrapped in pink so soft and warm
You've had me wrapped around your finger since the day you were born
You beautiful baby from the outside in
Chase your dreams but always know the road that'll lead you home again
Go on, take on this whole world
But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl
When you were in trouble that crooked little smile could melt my heart of stone
Now look at you, I've turned around and you've almost grown
Sometimes you're asleep I whisper "I Love You" in the moonlight at your door
As I walk away, I hear you say, "Daddy Love You More"
Your beautiful baby from the outside in
Chase your dreams but always know the road that'll lead you home again
Go on, take on this whole world
But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl
Someday, some boy will come and ask me for your hand
But I won't say "yes" to him unless I know, he's the half
That makes you whole, he has a poet's soul, and the heart of a man's man
I know he'll say that he's in love
But between you and me
He won't be good enough
Your beautiful baby from the outside in
Chase your dreams but always know the road that'll lead you home again
Go on, take on this whole world
But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl
By day, I am a computer nerd for a large company doing SAN storage work (and whatever else they throw at me). By night, I am a dad to a wonderful 8 year old and a husband for 14 years to a wonderful woman. As an insomniac, I surf or watch movies at night so if I begin making no sense or a post has nothing but repeated keystrokes, assume I fell asleep on the keyboard. :-)
