It's been a busy week leading up to Scott's graduation. It was last night and was really great to see and be a part of.
Scott's girlfriend Kelsey has been here for a few days with him and is a really nice girl. Scott's dad Byron and step mom Inger were here, as well as Kathy's dad, my parents and siblings from both sides. I think we represented and supported him quite well, and although we weren't the loudest cheering section, we were there.
I was honestly amazed by him. He looked very distinguished in his cap and gown, with the added bling bling of the valedictorian sash. If he was nervous when he spoke, I couldn't tell, because he spoke with conviction and what I can safely describe as power. It is so strange to see him looking all grown up when I remember him as the little two year old with the bowl cut that he was when I first met him. I do feel very lucky to be a part of his life and I am glad that he calls me Dad.
I am having a difficult time with the fact that he will be leaving for Virginia in a couple of months. The time will fly, as summer always does, so I hope we have some time to spend together before he goes. I really enjoy listening to his music with him and seeing what bands he has found. That boy will excel in his life and I am excited to see where his journey takes him. I have watched him grow and mature a great deal in a short time. The only thing I have to do to see that is look at pictures and it is surreal how drastically he has changed physically over the past few years.
His intellectual maturity is quite something. As he grows, he sees his parents differently. I hope that he doesn't consider me a doofus, but that is my own insecurity talking. I know I have faults and I am trying to be accountable for them.
Seeing him with Kelsey is really cute. I can tell they adore each other and it is really fun to watch them together. I have kept my mouth shut, for the most part, while she has been here and haven't said anything stupid.
One side note that I need to mention before I go is that public displays of affection should NEVER take place, ANYWHERE! I have seen them at church, at school, and the most obvious was last night at Scott's graduation. A very muscular fellow was sitting in the bleachers and was joined by his very pregnant, tanned, rail thin wife. She sat on the seat below him and leaned against him, which in itself shouldn't be construed as an inappropriate PDA. What was disturbing was seeing him repeatedly cup her breasts with his hands. She in turn massaged his hands while he was assisting her brassiere, so to speak. I will end the description there, but wonder if the the conception of the pregnancy occured at another public event somewhere, like a parent teacher interview or church pot luck supper.
Affection in a marriage is good, but not in front of others....
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Father's Day
I know that I am a good dad. That may seem a bit arrogant, but I really think that this is true. I love my kids, I have a great time being with them. We watched Paul Blart, Mall Cop this afternoon, as that is one thing the family got me for father's day.
I know that I have taught them things by my example. Some good, and some not so good. The case in point for the latter happened while we were watching the movie. Josh was drinking an A&W root beer from a can. When it was empty, he chucked it over his shoulder and behind the couch. He punctuated his accomplishment with a rich, throaty burp.
THAT is my son!
I failed the "concerned parent" reaction after it happened, as I was laughing so hard that I started choking. I am in trouble for that, but I am what I am. Who figured I could work in an obscure "Popeye" reference.
I may not be what some would consider a perfect father, but I am a REAL dad. Warts and all. Well, skin tags mostly, but warts in a more figurative sense.
Scott, Katie and I played Bananagrams today. Scott started by saying that he has never lost a round of Bananagrams. Well, he did lose, TO ME! TWICE! He disputes it, which I expected, due to a controversial word I used. No profanity, just Rainier. It is a proper name, which excludes it from being used, but I fight dirty. If I can't cut you open with a multi-syllabic, I'll reach into my vast vocabulary and get you where it hurts. Here's a quick flurry! A, an, the, this, that, these, those, each, every, several, some, my, your, his, her, its, our, their....AND ALL NUMBERS!
Life isn't a fair fight, and that is what I am trying to teach my kids. I actually don't teach that, but it seems to fit with this post. I just know they like to spend time with me and I am trying not to mess them up too bad. I love my kids and they love me. That is good enough for me!
I have the flu. That's all the detail needed for that...
Jason
I know that I have taught them things by my example. Some good, and some not so good. The case in point for the latter happened while we were watching the movie. Josh was drinking an A&W root beer from a can. When it was empty, he chucked it over his shoulder and behind the couch. He punctuated his accomplishment with a rich, throaty burp.
THAT is my son!
I failed the "concerned parent" reaction after it happened, as I was laughing so hard that I started choking. I am in trouble for that, but I am what I am. Who figured I could work in an obscure "Popeye" reference.
I may not be what some would consider a perfect father, but I am a REAL dad. Warts and all. Well, skin tags mostly, but warts in a more figurative sense.
Scott, Katie and I played Bananagrams today. Scott started by saying that he has never lost a round of Bananagrams. Well, he did lose, TO ME! TWICE! He disputes it, which I expected, due to a controversial word I used. No profanity, just Rainier. It is a proper name, which excludes it from being used, but I fight dirty. If I can't cut you open with a multi-syllabic, I'll reach into my vast vocabulary and get you where it hurts. Here's a quick flurry! A, an, the, this, that, these, those, each, every, several, some, my, your, his, her, its, our, their....AND ALL NUMBERS!
Life isn't a fair fight, and that is what I am trying to teach my kids. I actually don't teach that, but it seems to fit with this post. I just know they like to spend time with me and I am trying not to mess them up too bad. I love my kids and they love me. That is good enough for me!
I have the flu. That's all the detail needed for that...
Jason
Friday, June 12, 2009
In home day surgery
I am not one to usually get too political, but I do really see the merits of a universal health care system like we have in Canada. I know how expensive procedures can get otherwise. Perhaps that is the reason I was able to find an article entitled "removing skin tags at home" while surfing the net. There is also an astounding picture library of all kinds, shapes and colors of skin tags, moles, rashes, hammertoes, bunions and my personal favorite, dandruff.
It has been an added blessing in my life to be the host of several skin tags, moles and other skin anomalies. I would be the "it" guy at a dermatologist convention. I suppose that has added to my extreme discomfort of taking my shirt off in front of people. In appropriate settings, I should say, like at the swimming pool.
Anyway, I do have the option of performing my skin tag removal at home, operating under the safety net that " if the stalk of the skin tag is too thick, you shouldn't cut it yourself". Those are words worth living by. It truly has become a real touch stone for me in the minutes I've lived since reading that. As long as I sterilize a sharp pair of scissors with alcohol, some of the newer skin tags will snip off with little to no pain. Why haven't I started yet?
If that doesn't work, any over the counter wart remover should work after applying it regularly for a few weeks. That seems like a long time, but I guess there will be a real sense of accomplishment when the treated tag finally falls off. I also learned I could tie them off with dental floss, which may result in discomfort when the tag is deprived of its supply of blood. That also would take a while before they fall off too, which would probably make me even more sensitive to tight, awkward hugs. Saying, "Excuse me, hugging me that tightly may jostle and untie some of my skin tag tourniquets" would probably guarantee that I would never have to worry about being hugged again.
For those hard to reach areas, it would be awkward to find a willing assistant. Asking would be the hard part. If telling them that they look like someone you can trust doesn't work, I don't know where to go from there. Perhaps asking if they care enough about you to help you be beautiful everywhere would be the sensitive way to go.
The more I delve into this, the more I know that this falls with in the realm of things you should ALWAYS see your doctor about. For those as vain as me who want that perfect beach body, having ragged scars from home surgery would make for a bummer of a day in the sun.
Anyway, home surgery should never be a money saving option for anyone. EVER!
It has been an added blessing in my life to be the host of several skin tags, moles and other skin anomalies. I would be the "it" guy at a dermatologist convention. I suppose that has added to my extreme discomfort of taking my shirt off in front of people. In appropriate settings, I should say, like at the swimming pool.
Anyway, I do have the option of performing my skin tag removal at home, operating under the safety net that " if the stalk of the skin tag is too thick, you shouldn't cut it yourself". Those are words worth living by. It truly has become a real touch stone for me in the minutes I've lived since reading that. As long as I sterilize a sharp pair of scissors with alcohol, some of the newer skin tags will snip off with little to no pain. Why haven't I started yet?
If that doesn't work, any over the counter wart remover should work after applying it regularly for a few weeks. That seems like a long time, but I guess there will be a real sense of accomplishment when the treated tag finally falls off. I also learned I could tie them off with dental floss, which may result in discomfort when the tag is deprived of its supply of blood. That also would take a while before they fall off too, which would probably make me even more sensitive to tight, awkward hugs. Saying, "Excuse me, hugging me that tightly may jostle and untie some of my skin tag tourniquets" would probably guarantee that I would never have to worry about being hugged again.
For those hard to reach areas, it would be awkward to find a willing assistant. Asking would be the hard part. If telling them that they look like someone you can trust doesn't work, I don't know where to go from there. Perhaps asking if they care enough about you to help you be beautiful everywhere would be the sensitive way to go.
The more I delve into this, the more I know that this falls with in the realm of things you should ALWAYS see your doctor about. For those as vain as me who want that perfect beach body, having ragged scars from home surgery would make for a bummer of a day in the sun.
Anyway, home surgery should never be a money saving option for anyone. EVER!
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Ewwwwww!
We are more than halfway through tearing all the basement carpet out. It has turned out to be a more complete time capsule of pet accidents and "what the h$#%! is that?" stains than I had anticipated. We found some funkified 70's carpet in the hallway under the old berber we are tearing out. All we would need to complete the 70's experience for the basement hallway are some macrame plant holders and maybe a velvet painting. Elvis would be nice, or perhaps a scantily clad woman riding a unicorn. I would also need the hair helmet I had when I was a kid in the 70's.
I did have an impressive thatch of hair when I was young. Old women in church would run their fingers through it quite regularly. Perhaps that contributed to the personal space issues I have. It could also have contributed to my baldness, although no one ever tore out a handfull of hair for a souvenier. I am o.k. not having hair and am fine not trying desperately to get it back. I do wonder what possesses some men to purchase a toupee. I think it would be less subtle to wear an "I'm Bald!" sign on a balsa wood frame on your head than to wear a rug.
Whenever I see someone who has one, the toupee seems to consume my thoughts. All features of the person wearing it seem to disappear. I am drawn to touch it or even lift a corner to see how it is attached. The crowning acheivement would be to turn it completely around while still on the head to see if it still offered the same coverage in both directions. I watched a lot of 3 Stooges films when I was young where the toupee would be constantly lifted in mock amazement, or shot off completely. I have always wanted to see if I completely baffled a toupee wearer if it would raise off his head.
I would like to wear one to church one week to see how people react to it. I think a nice blonde one accented by a burnt orange colored spray tan would be SO hot!
I am not sure what that has to do with the stained carpet, but I do find it equally revolting. I could make a nice toupee out of the shag we are putting down. The green fibres interspersed with the brown shag would really bring out the color of my eyes. The only thing that could bring more distinction is if my exzema flare up around my nose. Talk about a classy gentleman!
Good night...
Jason
I did have an impressive thatch of hair when I was young. Old women in church would run their fingers through it quite regularly. Perhaps that contributed to the personal space issues I have. It could also have contributed to my baldness, although no one ever tore out a handfull of hair for a souvenier. I am o.k. not having hair and am fine not trying desperately to get it back. I do wonder what possesses some men to purchase a toupee. I think it would be less subtle to wear an "I'm Bald!" sign on a balsa wood frame on your head than to wear a rug.
Whenever I see someone who has one, the toupee seems to consume my thoughts. All features of the person wearing it seem to disappear. I am drawn to touch it or even lift a corner to see how it is attached. The crowning acheivement would be to turn it completely around while still on the head to see if it still offered the same coverage in both directions. I watched a lot of 3 Stooges films when I was young where the toupee would be constantly lifted in mock amazement, or shot off completely. I have always wanted to see if I completely baffled a toupee wearer if it would raise off his head.
I would like to wear one to church one week to see how people react to it. I think a nice blonde one accented by a burnt orange colored spray tan would be SO hot!
I am not sure what that has to do with the stained carpet, but I do find it equally revolting. I could make a nice toupee out of the shag we are putting down. The green fibres interspersed with the brown shag would really bring out the color of my eyes. The only thing that could bring more distinction is if my exzema flare up around my nose. Talk about a classy gentleman!
Good night...
Jason
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