Family Vacation

This past weekend we were lucky enough to head off to Michigan for a long weekend. My sons Scout Tro

Being In Love.

This should be short and simple. Its about love. Love, I believe, was meant to be short and simple.

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Seeds huh? In my forum ( what? Why? Where?) I came across an article in the news section that od

 

Family Vacation

March 21, 2012 in BigHead On...

This past weekend we were lucky enough to head off to Michigan for a long weekend. My sons Scout Troop embarked on a overnight in a submarine. I pulled the short straw and was the dutiful parent up for the challenge. My wife sweetened the deal by turning a Saturday night in a sub to a three day two night Family Vacation in Michigan.

It was a 4 hour drive from Chicago to Muskegon but it was a nice drive, a quiet drive. The kids did well. We did well. Our family did well.

This little trip was kind of just what we needed. Every now and then you really need to pull yourself out of your world. Your day to day world. Be it behavior issues, marital differences, run of the mill daily life issues. It isnt running away, its a vacation. A vacation from your life. And in a way it was a revisit to our old life. Remember the life you had before kids, before you had “commitments” and “responsibilities”. We have things to do, daily things to do and people to do them for. Yeah, it was nice to ditch it all for a weekend.

The night in the sub was miserable. The history was great. The tour of all of the compartments was amazing. You really felt like you were on a sub in WWII. And yes, it was a sub from WWII. It was in the water and all the scouts slept in the actual bunks the enlisted men slept in. My final surrender to misery came when a young scout blurted out at midnight “Raise your hand if you’ve ever eaten so many Chicken McNuggets that you threw them up…. INTO YOUR BUTT!!”

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Needless to say I was up all night. The kids finally fell asleep, the parents stayed up for most of the night in the galley talking about this and that. I, ever the introvert, stayed in my bunk and tried to digest “The Hunger Games” sitting on a top bunk, back aching hunched over.

The best part of the trip? We laughed. We were foolish, we were brazen, we made jokes and sang songs. Me nor my wife thought about the next day, the upcoming week, work. We thought about each other, our kids. As if our family was the only family in the world. Longer excursions or vacations would require a little more planning. It would make it seem more like work. This was perfect. It felt like we were being recharged. Through the whole trip, the whole way home.

As with anything, it ends. Its ended as quickly as it started. When we arrived home Sunday our neighbors again had their whole extended family over, cars parked all over the place. Our son ran a muck forgetting himself and his manners. I went upstairs to take a nap from being up the entire night before and woke up to a little bit of madness. Spilled apple juice, toys strewn about the house, a wife at the end of her ropes. I still have a haze of sleep swirling around my head and try my best to jump in the middle but all I kept thinking was.. I want to go back.

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Being In Love.

March 15, 2012 in BigHead Musings

This should be short and simple. Its about love.

Love, I believe, was meant to be short and simple. Or long and simple. Simple none the less. I think it generally starts out that way for most of us. Whether its a look, a feeling, a fleeting thought you cant shake or something more, we knew it when we saw it didnt we?

I met my wife while on a long weekend with a girlfriend. We went to Illinois State to visit her friend at college. We slept in her dorm and all I did the whole night on that floor next to my girlfriend was look up at my future wifes calf. Barely protruding out from under her blanket. We didnt spend much time with her, we bounced around campus, got into trouble, went to a few partys and left on Sunday.

Four or five years later, I had never forgotten that calf. I had never forgotten her face or the fact that I knew there needed to be something for us in this world. Her and I. Us. I called my Ex and asked for that girls phone number, that girl we visited in college. She was hesitant. She even stated “I dont want to give it to you because you two will end up getting married!” At 21.. that thought wasnt even in my head. This was a girl I couldnt get out of my mind. A soul I needed to be involved with somehow.

The rest, is history.

Throughout a marriage love can sometimes get harder. Love doesnt come as easy, understanding doesnt either. But it all should. It should be easier then we sometimes make it out to be.

I started a blog a few years ago for my wife. Its hidden. She has never seen it, no one has. And its full of things I think about that involve her. Things we talked about, things our kids did. One day Ill send her the link. And I hope it makes her smile. Because I fill it with things about us that make ME smile.

Here are a few posts.

 

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Wearing a Nerd Shirt.

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They are Jealous of our Love.

Have you loved simply today? Is love still easy. As easy as words and thoughts?

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Placebo Seeds

March 13, 2012 in Parenting

Seeds huh?

In my forum ( what? Why? Where?) I came across an article in the news section that oddly caught my eye. Why oddly? I pride myself that during this blogs short life it isnt really a “Dad Blog” or “Parenting Blog”. I mean, who am I to tell someone how to parent? What makes me a different Dad than any other Dad? Different enough that someone would want to listen to what I have to say about any random Parenting Topic?

No one. Thats who.

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That is not to say I do not read others advice. That I do not seek out other stories or inspirational articles. I set up my forum as another means of communicating and sharing ideas, stories, BSing etc. Also I like the idea of RSS feeds and News Sections. I have set up only two as a trial. One is parenting News. basically any news having to do with Parenting that Google News picks up. There are some great articles and stories to be found in there. Another is for Couponing or Deals. I think both are great sources and needed. A “Value Add!” as they would say at work.

I digress. ( My tombstone will say this Im sure..)

I read an article today that talked about planting Seeds in your children. Literally serrating their skin and inserting small Geranium seeds…Not really.  Actually small gestures, small nods to let them know they are doing something right. Some behavior you want to see GROW. ( get it?)

It mentions to take this as a 30 day challenge. Note the behaviors you want to see grow, acknowledge silently with a nod, pat on the shoulder, thumbs up, kiss on the head etc and see if these continue. See if these little subconscious seeds start to grow. I actually took this as good advice.

I think the only pitfall in this whole process is that most families these days are already praising kids for most anything they do. Small or large, expected

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or not. I know if I ask my son to do something and he does it.. well heck, I almost crap my pants with appreciation. Needless to say I do a lot of yelling to get him to do something. Is this my fault? ( another reason not to take my advice.. or any random bloggers when it comes to your own family)

Is it to late to plant these seeds? Did I sabotage myself and my son by planting placebo seeds? I very well may have. This is something however that I am going to try and change. I decided today to take on this challenge. The article references a past article that had to do with getting rid of negative behavior. Par for the Course, I couldnt find this article anywhere and its kind of the one Im most interested in right now.

 

We will see how it goes. Im holding back my Hand Claps and Hand Stands for Hand Pats and Hand Shakes. After all, isnt parenting just a constant struggle to ensure you are doing your best to not raise the next serial killer?

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Boys Toys and Action

March 13, 2012 in BigHead Musings

Jack Bauer Scale Model ToyOn boys toys-

Im not “that guy”. I do not really collect anything. There are not shelves and shelves of Action figures or Star Wars sets NEW IN THE BOX! It was never my thing.  ( thank GOD because with my personality we would be broke..) I still get jazzed as any guy would about new toys. My wife created an amazing son for us 8 years ago that I adore and have often played through him when the chance rises.

 

             ”You know buddy, it might be better if you take all those cars and make a junkyard with them?”

“Huh? Whats a Junk-Yard?” He says in his most “tolerating” voice.

“A place were old cars go to be crushed, Ill show you..” re-arrange all his cars into a pseudo junkyard with rows to drive through

“Uh.. ok Dad..”

“Yeah.. and over here, there is a cop chase!” I grab a car and scream down one of the rows with another car close behind

“A cop chase?”

“YEAH! And this car- the bad guy- slides his car into a pile of junk see?!” Slam car into a pile sending other cars flying over it. “Then the cop goes RIGHT BY! He doesnt even see the bad guy!”

“Oh.. I get it!” he says and grabs two other cars to re-create the scene. The scene from my childhood. The game I always LOVED to play. 

And I sit back and stop playing with him, let his imagination work, and realize Im playing through him. This must be every Dads natural high.

 

Jack Bauer Scale Model Toy

Where was I? Oh yeah, Boy Toys. Im a huge fan of the discontinued Series 24 (Give it up!) at my desk at work hangs a picture of Jack Bauer, protecting my area from terrorism! Im also a big fan of miniature models. Little robot Models from shows Ive never seen, little recreations of scenes. Nothing you can actually play with but none the less. If my life was different.. this might of been my “thing”.

Im not even sure how I stumbled across this site, I think I was doing a search for images of Deniro on Google to poke fun at a friend of mine with a bad neck. Every time he turns to say something to me his whole body turns and he looks like Deniro to me “You talking to me?” I digress.

I came across ToyHaven

It might not be your thing but if you are a guy, and if you are reading this there is a good chance you might be because lately women cant stand me, youll dig this site. You will spend a few minutes going through the figures they review and the intricate details. These arent anything I would buy for my son, or even for me. This isnt something we would get and play with and recreate the scene where Jack Bauer electrocutes a man during a makeshift interrogation with the severed ends of a lamp cord pulled from the lamp base. ( although Im not opposed to it, that was a great scene!) These are just things that are neat to know exists.

They exist to sit on someone elses shelf. And Im glad they do.

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There is something in guys that drives them towards “adventure”, drives them towards action. There is something, and thank god it is there, that causes us to go “what if?” when dissecting a situation.

I truly do not think that my wife sits in a bar, or restaurant and thinks in her head “What would I do if that guy over there got up and held up the joint?” I think most every guy thinks this. Maybe multiple times a day. Maybe not.

When I became a Dad I always had reoccurring thoughts that turned into dreams. What would happen if someone broke in? What would happen if we were all laying in bed, dreaming away, and I was jarred by the sound of breaking glass? In my mind I play this out. I wake my wife, instruct her to grab our daughter and take her into our sons room and hold up there! Its time for action! ( my sons room because we all sleep on the second floor and there is an addition outside of his window they can easily scamper out on to safety! ) I bolt down the stairs to confront the attacker(s) taking him by surprise at my nimbleness! I go for the weapon first and try to wrestle him to the ground, my wife is pushing my sons heavy furniture in front of his door to keep them all safe. I DONT CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO ME! YOU MUST LIVE!! In any event, guys are prone to action. Or at least, thinking they are prone to action. ( by the way this scenario “somewhat” played out just the other night.. more on that in another post)

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Ive watched enough Jack Bauer to know, Ive got this. Its all muscle memory when Im called upon. Or memory muscle.. because Ive never really taken anyone out. In fact Im not really that athletic. At all.

Im sure Ill do fine.

In the end, best case scenario- Ill slow them down enough for my wife to call help or get out of the house. Ill pummel their fists with my face in a way they will not soon forget!!

“AND STAY OUT!” Id yell, blood spittle flying from my mouth as I pull my limp broken body back up from where my 50” flat screen used to be.

My wifes dreams are always about our kids as well. Dreams where she CANT save them. Dreams where they are falling, drowning, sick, yelling for help, and she cant get to them fast enough. She also cannot drive over a bridge with the kids without thinking of a horrible situation where her car goes over the side and they all drown. Which shouldnt be a concern because Im usually next to her thinking that if we were side swiped and our car flew into the river I would break the glass with my keys clenched in my fist, unfasten her first so she can grab out daughter while I wrestle my son free of his seat belt and usher them all out of the broken window to safety. Somewhere in there is also a celebratory Taco dinner at Chavas Tacos.

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On Writing

March 13, 2012 in BigHead Musings

There are a few professions Ive always wanted to be involved in. Writing and Art. I do both marginally average.

I marvel at sketches, I get a little lost in words. Ive often found myself avoiding reading certain blogs because I know their writing is so prophetic and immersive that a jealousy sort of stirs up inside of me. Sometimes I think of something I want to write about, want to express and I actually keep myself from doing it. I can have very clear thoughts in my head but cant seem to bring myself to put them to paper. I sketch little images in my work notebook in meetings and quickly close the cover if somoene walks by. By the end of the week I have more sketches then notes.

Ive since identified in me a fear of succeeding.

Having any fear is irrational really. There isnt much Im afraid of in life. Most real threats do not phase me much. Its only those irrational ones, the ones that matter the very least that rattle my mind. Paralyze me, figuratively of course, into inaction. My wife has often said I would make a great contestant on Fear Factor or any show that dupes seemingly sane people into utterly ridiculous scenarios. But what if I won? What then? Whats next? Do I have to keep winning? Is that what is expected?

Even in my career- incredibly non-creative. I am reluctant to move on. Prodded and persuaded so many times to take one more step up that ladder. To what? More responsibility, more challenges, more projects to prove myself on? And what if I fail? What then? Who am I then? Stupid thoughts.

So I write this.

And the blog entries before this one.

And maybe some more after it.

Words are the most simple form of expression that exists. A smile can mean so many different things. A touch even more. Misunderstood, judged. Misguided, criticized. But words, pretty pure. Words are basic and clear.

Go. Stay. Love. Hate. Care. Kiss. Cry. Fall. Safe. Patient.

If you are a writer, in your heart, you can take anyone of those words above and create a play or literary symphony by using one as a muse. Muse is another pretty word.

 

You write what you know. Sometimes what  you know sucks. Sometimes what you know isnt meant for others, isnt interesting to others. Should I be twisting things to make them interesting? Should I just keep things simple. Simple for me and everyone that comes across it? I know this, I want to keep doing this for now. Keep writing. Be it about my kids, wife, family, pants, pavement, trees or dog farts. Ill try and keep it simple, avoid  over thinking it. Ill embrace failure or success.

Meh, probably not. Lets see how it goes a post at a time?

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Dad? Hero? Parent.

March 13, 2012 in BigHead On...

I thought my thoughts were novel. I thought they were unique, fresh.Thankfully, I was wildly wrong. ( not new..)

 

I started this blog, and it may be the 2nd or 3rd one in the past 4 years or so, because I couldnt find a voice for “me”. Not that I couldnt find my OWN voice. I couldnt find anyone echoing what I felt or thought. I looked around the internet, read the voices available. Dads, guys, people like me, and some of them rang true, most of them however fell flat. Shallow with a definite BOTTOM.  I sat down this past weekend to tap out an article about Dad Blogs, what I saw, how I felt about it. The sheer drippyness of Dadisms about the net is a little overwhelming. I get it, Dads help out, Dads can do what Moms do. “Im a Dad and I cooked dinner tonight!” Really? Close off Main St for the parade! I havent come across too many MomBlogs crowing about taking out the garbage or mowing the lawn. Puffing out their chests because they are coaching little league or fixing leaky faucets? ( maybe one or two to be fair..)

All things being equal- There is a division of labor in my household as well. I like to think there is an equality about it, a certain balance based on strengths if you will. I would never really define my “Dadness” as the attempt to be the overall UBERPARENT. I do not need to try to attain a balance between Testosterone and Estrogen. Im me.

My kick ass Wife cooks dinner,  schedules Drs appointments, pays the bills, takes care of pretty much anything “organizational” related. That is her strength. ( or her cross to bare ) Im the laundry guy, Bath time Guy, put to bed guy, Fix It ( FIX IT NOW!) guy. And with a family of 4… Id rather quit at Laundry guy. If I were to start scheduling Play dates and paying bills I would throw our balance asunder.  That being said a lot of Dad Blogs go on about Playground Politics, Play dates and activities etc. Im not sure if any of that really has to do with Being a Father. A guy. A role Model. Its just being a parent. One of two usually. No heros. Is there really such a thing as a Dads view on play dates? Or is it just a parents view?

Lets face it, many of these Blogs are simply Parent Blogs DISGUISED as Dad Blogs. And maybe, truth be told, they try a little too hard to be ULTIMATE DAD Blogs.

In an attempt to voice this concern I did a little research and found that this issue isnt new, isnt refreshing. This take isnt uncharted territory. I have come across quite a few articles regarding this but none of them really sum it up as good as Ron Mattocks from CKs Lunchbox. Our views may differ a bit here and there but the overall gist is heavy and obvious.

I started this blog to just be a voice. To share Dad, Guy things. Parent issues. Not hunting and fishing and fixing an old 68 Camaro, but just getting through. Dealing with work and family and having a general accountability to ones life. Before I typed one word I looked around at other popular blogs to see what I was getting into. They are filled with cute anecdotes and fun little family stories, all good and lighthearted. I tried to follow suit. Week one.

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Most recently as a Dad Community there was OUTRAGE at a pampers commercial showing Dads watching the superbowl all holding their infants swaddled in the most absorbent and leak free diaper technology to date! Could the diapers hold these little monsters urine through the whole game? YES! The Dads never had to change them at all! Do i care? Not really. Would it be something to RAGE AGAINST! BLOG AGAINST! RALLY AGAINST! Yes. I changed my kids diapers at the first sign of  moisture. The first fecal laden scent. That doesnt make me Super Dad. That apparently makes me a Mom? I guess this is something Dads across the web are doing to themselves. Your either a “guys guy” or your a Mom/Guy. You rage against that because you want the fact to be acknowledged. The fact that guys are not Neanderthals who do not have enough sense to change a diaper when it needs changing. Apparently we believe to turn this stereotype around we need to go about taking over every aspect of a parents role, man or woman, and do it better then anyone else. Not me. Not by a long shot!

If I buy into what I read I am probably the worst Dad in the world. Hell, if I buy into what I think on any given day Im the worst Dad in the world. The thought provoking articles, the activities to engage in as a family, unplugging from technology and plugging into each other etc. Its all very fanciful.

As parents we give. We give until it HURTS. We do so until our bodies shuffle across the dinning room floor to the kitchen for one more cup of coffee. We do so as our charges nip about our ankles asking for this or that. We block out the droning sounds that escape their mouths daily and try to steal 5 mins of calmness. We hide in bathrooms. We hide in basements. We hide in bathrooms again. If you keep this pattern up you can get a good 15 minutes to yourself a day.

Paradise.

When I read through the daily blogs I feel as if the world I live in doesnt exist. Or shouldnt. I feel that when my Son says “Hey Dad, can I -insert request/demand here-?” That not only should I be DOING THAT but I should be finding a way to make it the best whatever it is ever. And with as much enthusiasm as I can muster. But sometimes.. I say no. I say not now. I say in 5 mins.. hoping it will buy me 10 mins.

Am I the ONLY one that does this? The only one that looks at their kids like the most AMAZING THINGS IN THE WORLD.. that just so happen to also SUCK ALL THE LIFE AND ENERGY OUT OF YOU?

Can I, or my wife be at peace with ourselves after an hour or two of cleaning, laundry, playing legos, making Breakfast, folding clothes, picking up toys and just sit by ourselves without trying to come up with yet another AMAZING DAD/MOM moment. Hell.. didnt I just do that? Dont we all deserve just one or two moments to not be awesome?

 

Ill have to end with another Ron Mattocks excerpt. I hope he doesnt mind. From another article I read while actually typing this up I found him echoing exactly what I have been stumbling through. We are just parents. Men, Women, etc. It doesnt matter if you are a Dad or a Mom.

“Not to read too much into it, but in some respects I think it’s even a bit demeaning to both moms and dads. Ah, look, it’s a—air quotes—guy, who does—air quotes—woman’s work all day. Why does it have to be woman’s work, and why does it have to be unusual for a dude to be doing it? Can’t we all just be parents? That I don’t see happening for a while yet, and marketing labels aren’t helping, but even so, we are moving in the right direction.”  -Ron Mattocks

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Heart Breaker

March 13, 2012 in Parenting, Things Kids Say

The other day my gorgeous three year old daughter sat with my wifes IPAD and took video after video of herself. They are precious and beautiful and innocent. ( and a bit annoying at times ) She sat mesmorized watching what she had just recorded, some nonesense about one of her imaginary friends.

It was time for bed and I told her so. I took the IPAD and set it on the Verticle Charger by the chair.

 

 

 

 

“Why did you do that?” she asked.

“Because Its Mommys IPAD and I want to keep it charged so when she needs it she can use it.”

“But why?”

“Because I love her and thats what you do for someone that you love..”

Her eyes widened and she slumped back in the chair with her arms folded, brow creased.

“Whats wrong babe?”

“I think.. my heart just broke….”

“What?!! Why?”

“Because you Love Mommy and you dont Love me…”

 

And just then, my heart broke. I laughed out loud and repeated it to my wife who also had an “awww” moment. Then I turned to my sweet angel of a daughter and said “Nah, I love you too.. now come on, time for bed..”

Because good LORD it was already past her bedtime.

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Im Brave!

March 13, 2012 in Parenting

The other day I was driving my son and daughter back home from their grandmothers and

as I am apt to do.. I picked one to join me in picking on the other. Sure, some families sing

songs in the car or talk about their day. Thats all fine and good. And safe.

But Im dangerous.. like Maverick dangerous.

So my daughter states that she is a GIRL and Spence is a Boy and Daddy is a boy.

“Im a boy…” I say. “And Spence is a boy.. but your a monkey. ”

“I AM NOT  A MONKEY! IM A SWEET GIRL!” she screamed.

“No your not, your a monkey!” My 8 year old son joined in.. picking up what I was putting down.

“Yup, “I chime in. “You love bananas right?” I ask my 3 year old princess

“YES I DO!” she yelped

“Than, your a monkey. EEE EEEP!” I mimic.

This goes back and forth for a good few minutes until she can barely take the two on one.

Im in my glory because sometimes turning the tables on your kids and getting them riled up

is REALLY what it is all about. ( admit it people!)

Finally when she cant take it anymore she throws her arms in the air, squeezes her eyes shut

tight and yells with as much passion as a three year old princess can muster-

I AM A HUMAN!

I AM BRAVE

I HAVE BONES

I HAVE BLOOD

I HAVE SKIN

I AM BBRRAAAAAAAAAVE!

“Ok” I say soberly. “Your a human. Your a sweet sweet princess and I love your more then anything in the world.”

“What about Buddy?” she says pointing to her brother in the seat next to her.

“Nah.. dont really care much for him..” I snap.

And the second leg of the 10 min drive home is set.

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Parenting.. By the book?

March 13, 2012 in Parenting

Ive always wanted to launch a site about being a Dad. Dads dont get much play. We didnt give the child life.. we helped a bit for sure. But to be honest.. it was far from a thankless effort. Dads, as a rule, often do not have too much emotion about things. Its just the way it is. Kids want love and comforting, they go to Mom. They have a problem and need a thoughtful ear, Mom again. Dads are pretty much there to fix the broken toys, give a bath every now and then and much like a work a day Dad.. “other duties as assigned”

We do not often know what duties need to be done. We sometimes, most times, wait for them to be assigned. Believe you me.. this is our greatest downfall.

 

 

Other duties as assigned generally means we are plugging along doing what we think we should be doing. What our “Job” is as a Dad, as a Husband. We kind of wait for the other duties to be assigned. And if you are like me, you cant get them soon enough. If I go too long without being asked to do something I tend to fill in the blanks myself. I get the kids clothes that maybe do not fit them anymore. I wash a bag of clothes that were sitting in a room and fold them and put them away. ( only to find out they were for donation.. and again.. do not fit anyone anymore) Hell, we get into all kinds of trouble.

This is our plight however. Kind of a damned if you do damned if you dont scenario. If you wait to be asked to do something, the caveat is usually “I shouldnt HAVE to ASK you to do this..” but compared to the alternative- I think we all can agree it would be preferable.

Im getting off topic, if there even was one. We make a lot of this stuff up and thats good. We all do it differently and if you work in a world that has you managing teams or people you know you parent different based on who your kids are. Not so much based on who you are. Different kids need different things. Im cool with making stuff up. This site is bound to be filled with a bunch of “made up stuff”.

And apparently, commas and random “quotes”.

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Sketch -asouraus

March 13, 2012 in Sketching

I had to create a whole new category for this post as Im just starting out and have no idea from day to day what I will tap out on this site.

In any event I was looking through some pictures on my laptop, which is something I love to do, and came across a few snapshots of some sketches I did. This is also something I love to do. Im not any good, not an artist. But by the same token Im no writer either.. but here I am.

I like to sketch little things out, little people, little scenes. If you were to look at my notebook I carry around at work to meetings and such you would see it is filled with sketches. I can sit in a meeting that lasts for hours ( hell, do we ever IMPLEMENT anything we talk about?) and Ill fill a page or two with sketches. They might amuse those around me but I cant help but think they are a bit disrespectful to those steering the meeting. But I cant help that can I? Am I off topic yet? Pretty close.

 

Sketching My DaughterI like to make little sketches and leave them for my wife in unassuming places. Ill sketch her and I and sneak out and leave it in her car or in her work bag. I hope they make her smile when she needs it most. They make me smile all day thinking about it. When my daughter was about 2 years old she loved the cartoon OLIVIA ( her name as well!) She would run around screaming at the top of her lungs MR HOGENMULLER!!!!! Which is the Husband of the characters Teacher. Random right?

I think I taped that one to the screen of her laptop so she would see it when she opened it. Cant recall. It now resides taped to our refrigerator. ( because stainless steel refrigerators KILLED refrigerator art, no magnets!!) I have a few more Ill save to tickle myself with later!

 

“Its not fair that I see that! I didnt draw that!” My daughter says as she sees me sitting here typing this post.

“Well, I drew it and I drew it because I love you!”

“But it isnt fair that I DIDNT DRAW THAT and it is a picture of me! It isnt fair!!”

Let me end this post now so I can deal with whatever madness she is unraveling in her head.

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