Borrowed Wisdom

Did ya know “shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. Dey’s uh, shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich. That- that’s about it.”

Old Man Rant

Have I allegedly “asked” the youths to get off my lawn?
Do I complain about the noise they now play on the KROQ?
Blokes should still open doors for others right!?
Windsor and half Windsor knots have a place in society que no?
Also let’s face it…Christmas and/or other holidays are a big commercial racket?

 Yet…even as I fight this new technologie I thank Just Dance for introducing my ramblers to the William Tell Overture.

Truth in Short

Stocky is the word that comes to mind when I see photos of my self as a 10 year old. I was a blocky looking kid with long curly hair, chubby cheeks and lacking in height.
I would lean out in the later years but never reached 6 feet like I wanted to.
That’s why it’s a marvel to look at my gazelle like boy running about the home. He’s got that strong swimmers back and lean long legs that in time will lead his line of sight centimeters past mine. One day I’ll have to look up to my son because that’s what the genes seem to dictate.

Ain’t life funny?

Described as a Hispanic Male

Walked to a usually quiet local playground today with my kin and as we approached I noticed a tattooed dude near the structure. He stood about 5’7″, Hispanic, wore a black t-shirt emblazoned with the photo of Marilyn Monroe sporting a bandana. Long black socks and black tennis to match. Khaki long shorts. Bald head, goatee and a variety of body arts on his arms and legs.
My pace slowed as we came near him and then we heard “daddy chase me” coming from behind the slide. This was just a dad…a dad just like me who took his tykes out on a Sunday stroll.

Now I sit here at the swing thinking…what would his Facebook post about me say?

Righteous Indignation

Even from the farthest and most opposite side of the house (with the laundry machine on) there’s a certain tone of voice that tells THIS dad that an ensuing argument is manifesting. With righteous indignation I stomp towards their room ready and prepared to hand out swift justice. On the approach I hear my oldest tell my youngest that “you don’t always get what you want but if you play nice you may get what you need.” 
Stunned I wait and then the game commences again quietly. I step back and away slowly from their door…they did the work for me and I have nothing to add.

Who’s the Boss

Now some may disagree but I happen to be a pretty good manager of things.
Under my watch my clients are kept up to date on their home purchases, kids are picked up from camp, laundry gets done, dogs get petted, and I even get some time to draft snappy little blog posts to all y’all.

That’s all great but some of it seems a little empty when the Torres Family CEO is not here at headquarters overlooking…and though I am proud to see her travel for work I am looking forward to that moment she sets foot back at Casa Torres so we can chill and watch some Netflix together.

Baton Rouge

I do what I can to bring a little joy to the world.
From the words I post, the photos I share, the smiles I give carelessly to random strangers. These aren’t vapid demonstrations. They are my way of contributing the best I can to a troubled country.  Because in a shortened week so many of my fellow Countrymen have died by the weaponry of their brothers and I hope that in my community my good will adds to the fabric that keeps us together.
At this moment, I feel despair creeping in but I’ll overcome it. I have to! I have children to raise right and a hardworking wife who deserves my very best. Tomorrow I’ll smile again at my fellow person and continue to contribute to the better good.

My hope is that my little bit of joy added to yours and so many others will tip the balance to a better world down the line.

Petty Grievance #62 – STRAWS!

Just another unnecessary piece of plastic if you ask me!!! I don’t care for the super little ones they put in my Moscow Mules. Or those vacuum size ones that yank up boba balls indiscriminately. How about those swirly ones that are super hard to clean. Finally it’s the ones that they put in Squishies and/or Slurpies that don’t work right and you end up hurting the inside of your cheeks!
 Away with the lot of them…who’s with me?