Note: Last week, my grandmother hit another milestone. She tied her own mother in terms of longevity. I spoke to her for her birthday and she boasted that she is the eyes of her daughter, my aunt Ermine. “I still does thread the needle my boy.” She related. “I do the reading for Ermine too […]Read More Memories Of My Centenarian Granny
Tis the season to be jolly but jolly is the farthest thing away from what I’m seeing on most people at Christmas. Someone obviously forgot to send them the memo. In the commerce of things, many of us get caught up in the moment and feel that Christmas is all about shopping and buying gifts. […]Read More Christmas Stressing You Out? Then You Are Doing It All Wrong.
The above picture is of a goodie back that was handed to airline passengers by a mom who was pre-apologizing for her child in-flight baby noises. Just in case. My wife who was flying on the plane was given one and she was taken aback that this mom felt the need to go to such […]Read More Don’t Apologize For Your Kids Being Kids, We Were Kids Too.
Last Saturday, while making a peanut butter and jam sandwich, I washed the knife after putting it into the peanut butter, something I never do. I did it because I did not want to get peanut butter in the jam. It looks gross. But it’s something I have never done, washing the knife that is. […]Read More If Only I Had Time
After trying unsuccessfully to compose a few posts, I am giving up. I just cannot concentrate when there’s so much Christmassy things in the air. So much Christmassy things to do. There’s just no room in my head. I call it Christmas-induced writers’ block. I am graciously accepting defeat and calling it a year. And […]Read More Christmas-Induced Writers’ Block
Come on! Don’t tell me you never had that thought at least once. I have. It’s not as if you felt like being a loser living in your parents house like a parasite. I am talking about those times when you are neck deep in adult responsibilities. Kids, work, mortgage, etc. For some, you could […]Read More Ever wished you were living in your parents basement?
If you are a regular to my neck of the woods, you would have noticed that all of a sudden my posts suddenly increased by a couple of hundreds. No, I didn’t stay up late into the night blogging nor did I go around re-blogging posts. You see I have this other blog where I […]Read More Things Are Looking A Bit Weird Around Here…
On Wednesday, I took this Daddy Day Care thing up a notch. I went to Fun Zone. Fun Zone is a drop-in for parents and care givers to bring their pre-school kids. It is ran in the basement of our church and parents sit around with other parents and engage in adult conversations while their […]Read More Fun At Fun Zone
If you are an unemployed man, raise your hand. Um…not so fast sir. You haven’t worked for some time and I doubt you have any intentions of working so let me rephrase that. If you are a man who has recently lost his job, raise your hand. Hmm…Ok ok. Don’t do that either. You look […]Read More Excusez-moi Madame, Have You Seen My Son?
While driving home last Friday with 3 year-old Kenyan, we were stopped at a traffic light when a fire truck screamed by. A couple of seconds later, another truck also went by. My son, with genuine concern in his voice said, “Two of them! I hope whoever is in an accident or a fire is […]Read More You Know You Have Done A Good Job When…