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Versatile Blogger Award

There are few blogs that I follow regularly, in fact, there are less than ten. So when one of my personal favorite bloggers sends me a recognition of some kind, I can’t help but be thankful for the notice from someone I personally read so regularly. You see, I’m a homeschooling father, and to be honest, I’m not all that creative. It’s not so much that I’m not artistic as much as I’m never sure quite what to do when it comes to the kids. So they knit. A lot.

Insert Jennifer at She has so many ideas over there for kids that it will make your head spin. I have told her repeatedly that she needs to write a book, and if she doesn’t then many families will simply miss out on her, and I don’t want that to happen. Not only that, but her husband has a beard, and I respect any woman who loves a man with a solid beard.

So if you have kids and are looking for something special and fun to do, check her out. If you are a grandparent, always check her page when you know the kids are coming over to stay. I can think of few better ways to have fun with them that so clearly helps to solidify the faith of children.

So, to the award. I am supposed to nominate some other bloggers for this “Versatile Blogger Award”, as well as tell you seven things about myself that I haven’t mentioned already. Well, I’m not sure who I would nominate for this award, I would just take the time to go through my blogroll. Most of those blogs are written by solid Catholics, and are all worthy of some notice. That is of course why I put them there. To be honest, most of the blogs I follow would not be all that interested in a small little blog like mine taking notice of them, I am after all, a very small bug in the world of blogging.

That being said, I’d love to pass the award to other blogs that follow me, I’ll link them as I get word:

TJBurdick – Check out his title, it’s hilarious. Definitely check out his article on Confusing White People. I do this too, just with Latin.

Now, seven things about me.

1. I failed skipping in kindergarten. All I could do is gallop. This would be the only test I have ever failed in my life. My kids love to make fun of me for this.

2. I’m deeply interesting in native cultures, regardless of the nationality. I always wanted to be a cultural anthropologist, specializing in native cultures. I am simply interested in how people lived when they lived as naturally and close to the earth as possible. I often sit back and dream of fishing and hunting all day, and I’m sure my prayer life would be a lot better if that was all I had on my plate!

3. My sister is also my cousin. Dead serious. No incest here, so I’ll have to explain. When my mother divorced my father, her next husband was his cousin. So she’s my half sister through my mother, and my cousin through my father. I still think that’s funny every time I say it.

4. I love watermelon. When I was a little boy, I would go and visit my father in the south every couple years. Every time I went, it was summer, and my grandfather would take me out on the farm in his tractor first thing, so that I could get my watermelon. We would roll through the oppressive heat to find the perfect one, and then he would toss it on the ground to break it open, and I would eat the whole thing right there. We would of course grab another to bring home, but he always said he loved watching me eat that watermelon.

5. Bald is sexy. (At least that’s what my wife keeps telling me!)

6. I can play almost any instrument you put in front of me. I can play the didgeridoo, the ukulele, the Irish flute, you name it. I come from a musical family, my parents even have a rock band!

7. I don’t like reading the bible. I know, that’s just stupid. I love to quote it, and I love what it teaches me, but every time I sit down to read it, my eyes glaze over. Don’t get me wrong, I have forced myself through every book, but I’m actually better at reading books about the bible, than reading the bible itself. The office of readings is about all I can handle in a day. Go figure.

And there you go. Seven random things about me for your amusement.

(Just a note for any bloggers that follow me, if you would like me to link you on this page and send you this award, let me know, and I’ll hop right on it.)


So my daughter had her birthday today. Let me tell you, nothing makes you feel your age like the age of you children. So I can feel as youthful as I please, but the sad truth is, my youngest daughter is eleven. Sheesh.

With eleven come The Changes. Yes, they have already started of course, she’s growing hair in odd places, and her chest is changing shape, but I know what’s in store over the next few years.

First, I must relinquish the phone permanently. With one girl on it all hours of the day already, I can only imagine that I will not be allowed to use it again.

Second, the ladies at the drug store are going to love me to death. I think they get a kick out of the man who drives up in the rain to buy feminine products already, I imagine they’ll think it’s just great when I walk up with them stacked up to my eyeballs. That’s just the picture of masculinity right? A soaked, beaten man trudging through the store with three boxes of tampons, the super duper pack of pads and the mega bottle of Midol? Sounds manly to me, let me tell you. All I need now is a minivan and matching t-shirts. Oh wait, got that already.

Third, the sex talk is immanent. Now I love to give this talk, and I’ve been looking forward to it. I love watching my daughters squirm, and nothing makes them squirm like an uncomfortable conversation. This is going to be awesome. I know this will surprise you, but I’ve actually got a big mouth, I just love to talk. The more serious the topic, the more I am into it. This is going to be a blast.

Fourth, she will start noticing boys here soon. Truth be told, I’m more ready for this than she is, she still thinks they have cooties. This mindset will be all to brief I’m afraid. Too bad she can’t date till she’s 35, cause she’s gonna be a looker.

All in all, amazing changes are in store for me over the next few years, and I’m plum excited to live through them. I have enjoyed every second of their lives, and have never regretted a birthday and wished they could stay young forever. On the contrary, every year they become more interesting, more fun, and a greater blessing.

We cannot help but see God in the setting of the sun. It’s magnificence is simply too awe inspiring to miss. I would argue that the watching of a girl change into a woman beats it hands down. It’s one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.

May Christ watch over her all the days of her life.


I love my kids, don’t get me wrong. I love them bunches. I feel like something is truly missing from my life if they are not in tow at every moment.

They went to Grandma’s house for a week.

Now I admit, I had heart pangs. I was sad to drop them off, and knew I would miss them every night they were gone. I knew I would look forward to my nightly call to hear about their day with baited breath and eager anticipation. This was all true.

At the same time, a week without kids is a foretaste of heaven. ( So is a week with kids, but I digress…) They get a week with Grandma and tea parties galore. I get a week of quiet. Win for both teams!

My lovely bride and I had the time of our lives. We went out to dinner nearly every night, I even took her to that fancy seafood place downtown. We went for walks and went to the local spa for an evening.

The best thing of all though, was just sitting around in the evening, talking about nothing at all while she did her cross stitching, and I played my video games or read a book.


I don’t even have to feel guilty. My kids are having the time of their life, even jumping in Great Grandma’s plane. (Yes, my grandmother flies experimental planes, but that’s another story)

So I haven’t been around for a bit. Yes, I love this blog, and I love connecting with other like minded folks around the world, but sometimes one just needs to take a break and spend some time being lovey dovey with the missus.

The kids are back though, and so am I. It was wonderful while it lasted.


Argh. My kids drive me crazy. Every day, I assign them work to do on their own, an opportunity for them to learn some responsibility, some diligence, and a chance for me to get some of my work done without standing over them, actively teaching them.

Guess what? My kids aren’t all that great at getting their homework done. The second I leave them, they start to hem and haw, fiddling with their pencils or the cats, suddenly getting hungry and wanting a snack, and going to the bathroom every five to ten minutes. It’s so dang aggravating.

Well, I want to get mad, I really do. There is a problem though.

I was never any better. I got in so much trouble for not doing my homework, that they almost flunked me out of school. I’d do great on tests, I just hated homework.

I’m still going to school. In fact, I have formation classes tomorrow. Our subjects for tomorrow are psychology, theology, and New Testament studies. Guess what?

I’m cramming all my homework today.

Yup, that’s right, I’ve been procrastinating. I’ve been hemming and hawing, trying to get some work done, and fiddling with this blog. Heck, I’m procrastinating right this second.

Ugh. What goes around comes around.

I suppose it’s time for me to stop writing, and get to work.

My theology homework was a breeze and already done, the New Testament stuff is all complete and wrapped up in a bow, but Psychology? Haven’t touched it. Haven’t even cracked the book.

You can tell how excited I am. It is so easy to finish what interests me, but the other stuff is just such a pain.

Dangit, I need to just wrap this post up and plop down and start reading.

You never guess what happened to me the other day. I was out walking the dog, heading downtown in hopes of getting some ice cream or maybe a coffee, and I saw this guy jumping on a…….

NO! It must be done now! I’m leaving!

iPods Have Destroyed My Home

I don’t care if they are listening to Danielle Rose or Andrea Bocelli. If I’m calling my daughters, and they don’t answer, I’m not happy.

When I was a kid, I was no better of course. I would hide in my room with my little radio listening to my music as loud as it would go. My mother was one smart lady, and would only let me have a radio so small it could never really get loud enough to bother anyone anyway.

But then, I didn’t have an iPod.

When my mom called me, you bet I heard her. If I didn’t hear her, the pain to my backside would be so severe that you bet I would hear her next time. Oh no, I made sure to answer when my mother called.

But my kids? They have iPods, and even I have to admit, they probably really actually didn’t hear me.

Oh man does that tick me off.

Now right from the start I should say that I don’t think iPods are a bad idea. My kids will listen to theirs every chance they get, whether walking the dog, or doing chores, and this is a great thing. I know how much they love their music, I most certainly enjoy mine, but the great part is, I don’t have to listen to it.

This is good!

It’s not that they choose bad music that I don’t want to listen to, oh no, quite the opposite. My kids have great taste in music, they do after all, get it from me. They like the oldies, they like jazz. They like bluegrass, a bit of opera, and they just love religious music like Danielle Rose. Most of the time, it’s like they have a Catholic mp3 player. I’m all for it. I love to listen to that stuff too, and when in the car, we will all rock out together like any raging fan at a rock concert.

No, the real problem is one of repetition. They like to hear the same songs over and over again. When I say over and over again, I mean like 20 times in a row.

No kidding.

Once? Great, that’s awesome. Twice? sure, if you like it that much. At twenty, my brain goes numb.

Well, I like my brain, so letting them listen to the same thing over and over on their iPods works great for me. They get their music, and I don’t have to listen to it. Great deal all around.

I am however, not fond of walking around the house yelling out their names, only to find they are sitting on the couch reading a book.

Yesterday, I was looking for my eldest. I had walked in every room in the house and yelled out her name.

No Answer.

Walked around outside yelling.

No Answer.

Oh man, am I getting pissed. Where the heck did she go? Did she dare take the dog for a walk without letting me know? Did she get kidnapped from the back yard? I of course ask the only one who really should know, my other daughter, and she too is lost in confusion.

I finally decided to carefully walk through every room in the house, and there, in the last place I expected to find her, she finally appears. She was in the other daughter’s room. Yes, it had gotten too messy, and she wanted to surprise her by cleaning it up a bit when she wasn’t looking.

Dangit, now I don’t even get the satisfaction of getting mad at her.