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Life As A Dad, And A Survivor

Archive for the month “January, 2013”

Green Wednesday


Ah, Black Friday.  The most important day of the calendar year for retailers.  The focus of our Winter holidays has become all about the biggest sales and the earliest times that sales begin.  I remember as a child, I just looked forward to Thanksgiving for two other reasons.  It was a long weekend off from school.  And it also meant the start of the Christmas season with all the Rankin/Bass holiday claymated shows (I am really surprised with computer animation that these shows have not been re-animated).

As an adult, every family Thanksgiving dinner began the same way, plotting a strategy to hit the stores for bargains as early as six in the morning.  As years went on, the time shifted earlier and earlier that at one piont, our dinner concluded this year, with a starter’s pistol to signify the departure on Thanksgiving night.  The majority of us remaining would not even know they had left as we were now glued to the television set for the third pro-football game of the day.  Ah yes, good times.

For me, this holiday weekend means a lot different to me.  Being married to Mrs. Kringle, I will be spending a lot of time in the green.  No, not money.  Bushes and trees.  Since I have no depth when it comes to creativity and design in decorating the interior of the house, I do the outside.

When we first moved to Sugar Valley, the darkness took quite some time to get used to.  With all of our wiring below ground, we had no street lights.  Our neighborhood was unique in that for the most part, the development was all original homeowners.  Wendy and I were one of the first of the second generations to move in.

Getting back, the neighborhood was fairly conservative even when it came to decorating for the holidays.  This was not going to do for Christmas Wrapping Wendy.  So we introduced ourselves to the neighborhood with a bright idea, literally bright.  In a page right out of National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, I decorated the outside of the house with every light we owned.  Two holly trees, a maple tree, a firebush, an oak tree, and a whole bunch of shrubs, the fence, 2 light posts, both awnings of the house, around the garage door, and a couple of lawn ornaments.

In the next year, a couple of our neighbors added to their wreaths with some net lighting and other outdoor Christmas ornaments.  And just last year, not to be outdone, one of our neighbors built a 30 foot cutout reindeer.  On Christmas Eve, the majority of our neighbors will continue a tradition that has existed long since before we moved in, putting luminaries along the curb.  The task of coordinating this display has changed hands a few time over recent years, but it remains one of the coolest displays of neighborhood bonding.  With near maximum participation, it is a spectacular sight to pull onto our street and see all the luminaries as far as can see.  For the last several years, our daughters even believe that Santa uses these lights to guide his sleigh to our house.  This is why no matter what, rain, snow, wind, sleet, Madison and Emmalie make sure I get out and light those candles.

So it is official.  Thanksgiving has come and gone.  It is Christmas Time.

Inspirational Lyrics – “Man Against The World” by Survivor


Man Against The World by Survivor

Have you ever walked the night alone like a man against the world?
No one takes your side, a boat against the tide.
When your faith is shaken, you start to break,
And your heart can’t find the words.
Tossed upon the sand, I give you a man against the world.

All the people cheer till the end is near then the hero takes a fall.
They’ll drag you through the mud.  You’re only flesh and blood.
Oh I’ve walked the path from dark to light and have yet to come to terms.
Alone I take my stand,I’m only a man against the world.

But love!
Like a distant reminder, it tugs at my shoulder,
It calls me home.
I shout!
Can a single voice carry?  Can I find santuary,
Within your arms?
One day when the answer’s clearer,
One day when I even the score,
You’ll reach and you’ll find me with you,
Right beside you, forever more!

But for now I walk the night alone, like a man against the world.
A brand new day will shine, through the avalanche of time.
Though the road is long, but the feeling’s strong,
And the fire within still burns.
Alone I take my stand, I give you a man against the world.

Is It Possible To Overstate The Obvious?


I can admit that I am very biased when it comes to my daughters.  I know that I have two of the most beautiful little girls, with the happiest dispositions, friendliest personalities, and the most loyal of friends to others.  Each evening, before they go to bed, I tell them “I love you”.  They get a huge hug.  I tell them how proud of them I am (as well as any other compliment I can throw their way).  This is not to say they are perfect, I know that they have their moments or as I call them, brain farts.  But every night, they go to sleep knowing that they are loved and how special they are to me.

So it caught me off guard last week.  It was one of those crazy move-move-move nights trying to cram everything into a two hour window.  We stopped to get the girls something to eat quickly before heading to the school for the annual book fair.  A woman who appeared to be in her late 80′s or more was dining with her daughters.  As she left the restaurant, she walked by us, looked at me and said, “make sure you tell your children you love them, every day.”

The woman’s comment left me with an eerie feeilng kind of like when the old man in the original Friday the 13th movie warns the kids going to Crystal Lake.  The difference was, that she was not warning me as much as I feel she was expressing to me a guilt that she may have been carrying.  She was a very nice woman and she definitely came across as sincere with her request.  Had she not loved her children?  Had something happened that she was unable to make amends?  Might she have never let her children know they were loved or even told them?

I assured her that I make sure that every day I tell my daughters that I love them.  It is not just a motion that I make sure of that is carried out, a robotic “I love you” or a less than enthusiastic slight hug is easily picked up on by a young child. 

This is an especially happy time of year as the girls anticipate Christmas.  Wendy has gone over the edge already with HoHo Fever decorating.  In fact, just two days ago, she officially hijacked the car radio to two radio stations playing Christmas songs before Thanksgiving has even occurred.  But Christmas this year seems a bit odd in that there is not really much talk of Santa Claus as much as there is concentration on Mommy and Daddy.

Though I am certain that old woman will never get a chance to see this, I hope that when she left the restaurant, I left her with a feeling of certainty, I do love my daughters, and I let them know any and every chance that I get.  Whether they are climbing all over me, or if I have them pinned to the floor tickling them (Madison has such an infectious tickle giggle), or in a calm daddy-hug, my “ting ting” or “bug”  and “boo boo” know that they are loved unconditionally.  As always, it is going to be a fun holiday season.

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