Life is complicated.
As a parent, it’s even more so having children.
Pamela and I were blessed with three gorgeous, thoughtful, creative and extremely intelligent girls.
When one leaves the nest it’s always time for personal reflection.
Have we taught them enough about life?
Have we shown them what true love looks like?
Have we passed on our wisdom as to why Pamela and I are still married after 30+ years?
Have we done our best to teach them right from wrong?
Have we done our level best to show them our unconditional love?
I truly believe that the answer to all the above is an unequivocal ‘yes’.
Knowing that’s true somehow makes it easier to let go.
But know that I am FAR from letting go.
Jenna leaves this weekend.
She has a beautiful place that she’s moving to and she has a great draughthouse that shows great movies within walking distance.
There’s a great market nearby.
She has more DVD’s than Netflix has movies.
She has books.
God, does she have books.
She has clothes. (no comment)
She has love.
And she also has a man that will keep her safe. [he better]
That makes me happiest of all.
She has an amazing future in store and a good head on her shoulders.
Why should I worry, right?
I’ll be looking at her bedroom door on the way down the stairs every morning to see if she’s left for school.
Her room will be empty now but I’ll still look anyway.
And I’m going to miss her terribly.
I guess that’s what Dad’s do. over and over again.
Love you JMM, you’re the one that always makes me cry at Christmas.
You also burp alot louder than me.
Bitches must like loud burps.
Your true home will always be here at Shore Drive and your heart will forever be inside me and Mom.
Gentle seas, and a safe journey,
until you’re home at last.
And Bitches love home . . .
It was 20 years ago tonight that my wife elbowed me at 1:30 in the morning saying, “My water just broke. Get some sleep.” Get some sleep? Yeah, right. I called Pamela’s mom and told her to come over immediately (to watch a sleeping 3 year-old Sarah) and it wasn’t soon after that we were changed and in my silver Datsun 210 on the way to the hospital. It was cold as hell and my brakes were grinding to the metal. Pamela thought we would never make it to Hannemann Hospital. We did. At 8:11AM (2.7.90) Pamela gave birth to our second daughter, Jenna. Tomorrow afternoon we will have a house full of family and Jenna’s college friends and more Chinese food than you can shake a stick at. We will also be watching some Supernatural episodes (Jenna’s favorites, methinks) We will basically have our own ‘Supernatural Bowl’. Could be much better than the actual Super Bowl itself. (no Dean) Happy birthday, Jen. Mom and I love you and your sisters more than you will ever know. Have a ‘supernatural’ day, okay? Here’s a Supernatural gag reel that you may not have seen. See you tomorrow afternoon, kiddo.
I’m not sure how or exactly when it happened but I am obsessed with the TV show‘Supernatural’. If you like funky horror, blood, violence and humor this show is the perfect alchemy. I blame my daughters Sarah and Jenna for teasing me with owning all 4 of the full season DVD’s. Whenever one of them is watching an episode they know I will inevitably sit down and watch. Yeah, I am a sucka. If you’ve seen my Facebook you already know of my unbridled love for Dean (Jensen Ackles). As a happy and fully functional heterosexual male, I feel odd and a bit freakish telling you that. Yeah, I got a Dean ‘thang’ happening. By ‘thang’ I mean nothing whatsoever sexually although shock was probably your initial reaction. Hey, listen . . . I wouldn’t rub his back down with lavender oil or suck on his toes for a squillion dollars. Maybe 2. I just happen to think the man is quintessentially cool. And if there’s such a thing as reincarnation, please, Dear God, bring me back in his body. The man does things for a pair of blue jeans that some women lust for. My daughters will read this post, roll their eyes and say, “Dad’s lost it.” I think of it like this: Women will look at another woman and say, “Good God, she’s beautiful!” As guys, we don’t bat an eye, do we? If it’s a girlfriend or a wife we understand that she hasn’t turned lesbo, she’s just admiring awesome beauty. But if a guy happens to comment about the looks of another man (as I have done here) most will give you that ‘gee, you’re really queer, huh?’ stare. Kind of a double standard there, capice? Dean Winchester is one fine looking man. There. I’ve said it. And I still love my wife. And breasts. And nice bums. And flat tummies. Writer’s block can really suck sometimes. Holy freekin’ Moley. Got salt? It does a body good . . .