<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141</id><updated>2012-01-27T13:41:58.868-05:00</updated><category term='Junk'/><category term='Declutter'/><category term='Lake Lanier'/><category term='Being an asshole'/><category term='New Year 2010'/><category term='Monday Night'/><category term='C3'/><category term='Obesity'/><category term='I heart publix'/><category term='Crying it Out'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='Fantasy Football'/><category term='Date Night'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Bad Dreams'/><category term='Another Baby'/><category term='toilet sprayer'/><category term='Jamie Oliver'/><category term='Underwear'/><category term='Thursday&apos;s Tidbits'/><category term='Tasteful Selections'/><category term='Blogger Award'/><category term='The Bachelorette'/><category term='10 yr anniversary'/><category term='Lucy'/><category term='Kickboxing'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='C2'/><category term='Dr. Oz'/><category term='Shaving'/><category term='4C&apos;s'/><category term='Long Hair Scandal'/><category term='Lazy'/><category term='Ruby Sensations Potato Salad'/><category term='Vlog'/><category term='Writers Workshop'/><category term='Condoms'/><category term='Fun Noises'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Instead SoftCups'/><category term='balance'/><category term='WSBtv'/><category term='Easter Weekend'/><category term='Despicable Me'/><category term='Free Agency'/><category term='Dentist'/><category term='USA  Today Headlines'/><category term='Healthy Eating'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Burts Bees'/><category term='Fishing'/><category term='ELFIE'/><category term='Night Owls'/><category term='Veterans Day'/><category term='Tornado'/><category term='Toys'/><category term='WeatherFest'/><category term='SuperMom'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='C4'/><category term='Love Story'/><category term='Bathrooms.'/><category term='Nanny and PawPaw'/><category term='Earth Day'/><category term='Sippy Cup'/><category term='Tupperware'/><category term='Crawling'/><category term='F-F-T'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='Parenthood'/><category term='Real Man / Bad Ass Dads'/><category term='Casey Anthony Trial'/><category term='Strip Clubs'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Rumors'/><category term='Mothers'/><category term='Wants and Needs'/><category term='Stone Mountain'/><category term='Coupons'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Haircuts'/><category term='Resolutions'/><category term='Lego Necklace'/><category term='Nigh Nigh'/><category term='Top 3 Thursday'/><category term='Stupid Stuff'/><category term='Panties'/><category term='Coloring'/><category term='Panty Drawer'/><category term='Swimming'/><category term='Tv'/><category term='Tiger Woods'/><category term='Stacey Weiss'/><category term='bikes'/><category term='Movie Time Monday'/><category term='Yard Crashers'/><category term='X Games'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Getting Older'/><category term='My Morning'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Riding Mower'/><category term='Hats'/><category term='Food Inc'/><category term='Media Day'/><category term='ABC Network'/><category term='Lego Mini Figures'/><category term='The Mommyologist'/><category term='Manual Labor'/><category term='Remote'/><category term='T.O. 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foward, open-minded</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>663</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-728678764746486970</id><published>2012-01-27T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:35:35.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X Games'/><title type='text'>The X Games.  Just for the FUN of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisdaddysblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="This Daddy's Blog" border="0" src="http://i889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/thinkerguy-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAYS FINAL THOUGHTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you are a sports fan, then there is no doubt that you notice things like I notice things. You may have your favorite sport and watch other sports or you may just be a general sports fan and kind of catch it all.&amp;nbsp; Me, I love football and basketball. Those have been my favorites for many years. But since having kids that do crazy things and being a lover of doing crazy things myself a new sport has stolen my heart within recent years.&amp;nbsp; It is actually more than a sport, it is a series of sports.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The X Games. The Winter and The Summer X Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed something last night as I was watching the games in bed with T.&amp;nbsp; In the heart of battle and fierce competition these guys all get along. They may not be friends (which most of them are friends), they may not be from the same country (they come from everywhere) but they all get along. They all cheer for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in the freestyle ski event, there was one guy who was smashing a record for points and I think the other competitors were just as excited for him as he was for himself.&amp;nbsp; They were all celebrating with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never see any of these guys and girls hanging there heads. Throwing a snowboard or a skateboard across the way and getting mad. No, what you see are kids, guys and girls doing the stunts that they love to do, whether it be in their backyard or in the local streets.&amp;nbsp; They do it and they all have fun trying to outdo one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world where athletes are pushed to be the best they can be these athletes push themselves to be better than they were the previous stunt. They don't have the mega million dollar contracts that other sports stars do. They do get paid from endorsements and other signing deals from companies but nothing compared to the major sports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a sports fan, do me a favor. Check out ESPN this weekend and just watch a little bit of the Winter X Games and see if you can notice what I notice. See if you can see what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-728678764746486970?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/728678764746486970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=728678764746486970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/728678764746486970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/728678764746486970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2012/01/x-games-just-for-fun-of-it.html' title='The X Games.  Just for the FUN of it.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-6296515330715786592</id><published>2012-01-26T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:35:36.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bert Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Would You Call The Police On Your Own Child?</title><content type='html'>Has there ever been a time when your child did something that you wanted to cover up and maybe even did cover up?&amp;nbsp; Have you ever protected your child from the punishment that he or she would receive for doing some kind of act that was unlawful?&amp;nbsp; Is there an age limit?&amp;nbsp; Does it depend on the act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go to the radio shows page I listen to to read about what this dad did here is the link &lt;a href="http://thebertshow.com/63423/" target="_blank"&gt;The Bert Show&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 30-year police veteran&amp;nbsp;made a decision that anyone would make.&amp;nbsp;He turned a&amp;nbsp;kid into the police&amp;nbsp;for beating another boy along with seven other teens&amp;nbsp;in an alley and then posting the video to YouTube. What made the decision hard for this police veteran is that the boy that was seen on the video and then turned in was his own son.&amp;nbsp; That's right. His own son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;script src="http://player.ooyala.com/player.js?height=360&amp;amp;width=640&amp;amp;embedCode=lzYzJiMzqPorvyaEx2zfb-nedkUDfVEE&amp;amp;video_pcode=twZWQ6S37y9LvtgiLHQv56JeyH7s&amp;amp;deepLinkEmbedCode=lzYzJiMzqPorvyaEx2zfb-nedkUDfVEE"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and relatives saw the video and knew who the boy was. The only boy in the video without any kind of mask on. The father then was called and he watched the video for himself and as soon as he saw what had happened he called the police. He later said that if he had waited...he might not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son was&amp;nbsp;charged as an adult,&amp;nbsp;was officially charged&amp;nbsp;with felony aggravated battery and robbery charges, and his bail is set at $100,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. Now I hope that T and I are doing a good enough job raising the C's that we will not ever have to even worry about this.&amp;nbsp; But what a hard decision that would be. Turn your kid in?&amp;nbsp; Shelter your child and protect him or her from the trouble?&amp;nbsp; Where do you draw the line. I know beating someone is different from stealing a piece of candy or a toy when the kids are young. It is a matter of just taking your child back into the store and letting the embarrassment factor be enough?&amp;nbsp; What about when they get older?&amp;nbsp; Does it come down to how a child was raised?&amp;nbsp; Maybe. Maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that a child of a police officer might know better.&amp;nbsp; Was it the influence of other kids? Hanging with the wrong group?&amp;nbsp; So many factors could be involved.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do as a parent if your child was the one in that video?&amp;nbsp; Right now as of this moment, I am going to say that I would turn my child in as well. I will protect my children from things in this life probably for as long as I can. I am their father and that is what I do.&amp;nbsp; They learn. But they don't learn anything valuable from committing any kind of crime and then getting away with it. Lessons are hard and sometimes the best and most valuable lessons are the hardest ones.&amp;nbsp; Just like the police officer father, if given the extra time, I too may back out of calling the police. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-6296515330715786592?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/6296515330715786592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=6296515330715786592&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6296515330715786592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6296515330715786592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2012/01/would-you-call-police-on-your-own-child.html' title='Would You Call The Police On Your Own Child?'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-1196889183770513365</id><published>2012-01-25T11:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:39:05.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cruise Ship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>My letter to the Captain of the Costa Concordia - Francesco Scheltino</title><content type='html'>Dear Captain Francesco Scheltino, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Due to the recent events in which you decided to let your ship the Costa Concordia hit a rock which tore a 160 ft. hole in the side of the ship you have pretty much ruined any chance for me to take a cruise on the Disney Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLXJOPyEPbs/TyAg_76hyTI/AAAAAAAACv4/vSXj8WzaTfc/s1600/disney+dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLXJOPyEPbs/TyAg_76hyTI/AAAAAAAACv4/vSXj8WzaTfc/s400/disney+dream.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You being the Captain made a poor choice that has made it pretty clear that neither my wife or myself feel safe at all going on a cruise ship with our children.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what in the hell you were thinking as you let that massive ship hit that rock but you have got to be the biggest dumb ass in the history of the cruises.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure you had to have taken some kind of class to drive that big ass ship and navigate it through the sea's, I only wish that the school you went to wasn't taught by SpongeBob SquarePants.&amp;nbsp; In recent weeks I have come to find out that the Octonauts could have done a better job with that large boat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with YOUR ship looking like this now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTboHfM9PEs/TyAiTbeELMI/AAAAAAAACwA/B8DcShKdHNU/s1600/costa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="264" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTboHfM9PEs/TyAiTbeELMI/AAAAAAAACwA/B8DcShKdHNU/s400/costa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pretty much guarantee you that I wont be stepping on board a cruise liner in the near future.&amp;nbsp; I heard reports and statistics that the percentages are very low of these things happening but you and your awesome nautical skills that you learned from watching Gilligan's Island have made it more public the dangers of being on a cruise ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to thank you for being the courageous man and staying with YOUR ship. You did exactly what a Great Captain should do in a time of distress and danger. Oh shit, wait. Wrong Captain. You are the one that says you accidentally tripped in a lifeboat and made it to shore and since it was dark you couldn't return to help the others that you left behind.&amp;nbsp; So while you may be rotting in a jail cell for a short period of time, the time it will take for me and my wife to feel comfortable enough to take our kids on the Disney Dream will be much longer. So to end this all I have to say is Great Job,&amp;nbsp;Jagoff and thanks a lot for screwing up the one chance I had to take a cruise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will feel much safer being on this boat as a result of your error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjrEnDuit1o/TyAl2RxYbII/AAAAAAAACwI/9gjmrLgZgiU/s1600/lego+ship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjrEnDuit1o/TyAl2RxYbII/AAAAAAAACwI/9gjmrLgZgiU/s400/lego+ship.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely and forever not your fan, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott aka This Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-1196889183770513365?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/1196889183770513365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=1196889183770513365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/1196889183770513365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/1196889183770513365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2012/01/my-letter-to-captain-of-costa-concordia.html' title='My letter to the Captain of the Costa Concordia - Francesco Scheltino'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLXJOPyEPbs/TyAg_76hyTI/AAAAAAAACv4/vSXj8WzaTfc/s72-c/disney+dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-4541725602197713364</id><published>2012-01-24T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T11:56:40.890-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bachelor'/><title type='text'>The Bachelor...A guys take on Ben and a few of the Women</title><content type='html'>Monday was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go home and have some good snuggle time with T as we watched The Bachelor with Ben. T and I were not going to watch this season after boycotting last seasons The Bachelorette with Ashley H, since she was hideous and annoying. But we decided to get back into it and Ben actually isn't that bad. Not the best looking dude, but he's mature, got a great business going, seems down to Earth and that makes him more appealing. He seems like he would be easy to get along with for the ladies.&amp;nbsp; T and I are also liking the same people this season which usually doesn't happen. But we both like a couple of the girls and there is one that we cant stand and I don't think anyone except this girls mother likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lets start off with our main man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vcAyJsXf7ao/Tx7YNX1h0BI/AAAAAAAACvI/JDH1XiQutow/s1600/ben.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vcAyJsXf7ao/Tx7YNX1h0BI/AAAAAAAACvI/JDH1XiQutow/s1600/ben.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sac up brother and grow a pair. Stop worrying about the girls being mad at each other. You should have kept Shawntel but you were scared the girls wouldn't want to date you. Get real man. And oh, please get some longer swim shorts, below your knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knrQ236jVwc/Tx7Ym8D7BWI/AAAAAAAACvQ/YjIfK0HbEJE/s1600/Monica.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knrQ236jVwc/Tx7Ym8D7BWI/AAAAAAAACvQ/YjIfK0HbEJE/s1600/Monica.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now above we have Monica. She was sent home last night. She cried. They all do. But I am going to miss her because she was the only one that would have stood up the Bitch of the Season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5t0-8FMIpI/Tx7Y1z4J9XI/AAAAAAAACvY/nUplultTwpM/s1600/Courtney.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5t0-8FMIpI/Tx7Y1z4J9XI/AAAAAAAACvY/nUplultTwpM/s1600/Courtney.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Speaking of Bitch of the Season,&amp;nbsp;here she is Courtney. Does anyone like her?&amp;nbsp; She isn't even pretty, and how is she a model?&amp;nbsp;Rude attitude and runs her mouth. I hate to sound like a woman but she doesn't love Ben, she is just wanting her time to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m50j6Ma8I1U/Tx7bJnOuitI/AAAAAAAACvg/efzJiT1Yq4s/s1600/Emily.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m50j6Ma8I1U/Tx7bJnOuitI/AAAAAAAACvg/efzJiT1Yq4s/s1600/Emily.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Poor Emily. I kinda like her. She seems to be OK. Her problem is that she rattles to easily.&amp;nbsp; She is trying to throw Courtney under the bus and then when she does and Courtney finds out and calls Emily out on it, she cracks under pressure. Don't let that girl get the best of you. And she does this weird thing with her nose and mouth. Bugs me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PY686INJncM/Tx7cwklmu3I/AAAAAAAACvo/QnFxH35w5Bo/s1600/Kacie+B.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PY686INJncM/Tx7cwklmu3I/AAAAAAAACvo/QnFxH35w5Bo/s1600/Kacie+B.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of my favorites is Kacie B. The sweet soft spoken darling with the Charlies Angels wavy hair. I really would love fore her to be in the Final Two. She is really falling for Ben. But my problem with Kacie is that she is starting to get way too emotional. Kind of like Ashley H. was before. The crying and moaning about Ben on other dates and stuff. She is a sweet southern belle and I think her and Ben make a great couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OL_0JuEA9A/Tx7eHOLWzBI/AAAAAAAACvw/weBDEmuNbFM/s1600/Jennifer.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OL_0JuEA9A/Tx7eHOLWzBI/AAAAAAAACvw/weBDEmuNbFM/s1600/Jennifer.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, here is my NEW favorite.&amp;nbsp;Jennifer became my favorite last night.&amp;nbsp;I think out of all the girls she is the most mature and she is good looking too. Ben calls her the best kisser. I like how she is open and talks to him with ease.&amp;nbsp; I was telling T last night that its hard to find a redhead that is very attractive, but she is one. I don't see her being he emotional wreck that some of the others are being already.&amp;nbsp; I am pulling for her to be the chosen one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to bother listing the other women.&amp;nbsp; He still&amp;nbsp;have a few girls on there&amp;nbsp;who are what I call the "Who are You Again Girls" ...&amp;nbsp;This is a three girl race as far as I'm concerned. Cut bait, get down to it and pick your girl Ben, as long as it isn't Courtney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-4541725602197713364?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/4541725602197713364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=4541725602197713364&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/4541725602197713364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/4541725602197713364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2012/01/bachelora-guys-take-on-ben-and-few-of.html' title='The Bachelor...A guys take on Ben and a few of the Women'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vcAyJsXf7ao/Tx7YNX1h0BI/AAAAAAAACvI/JDH1XiQutow/s72-c/ben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-5703607116947894348</id><published>2012-01-23T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:49:42.679-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kidney Stones'/><title type='text'>Its my own pity party. And I'll cry if I want to.</title><content type='html'>Rough day at my house yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to have a good day. Started out with a little pain in the kidney and then it passed but as the day went on, well it hit me. The bad pain came from no where and it put me back on my knees pretty much bringing me to some more tears and all I could do was take a pain pill, sit there and wait to try and feel better. They say I'm going to have some kidney spasms from the surgery and stent removal but this is getting to me.&amp;nbsp; I'm not myself. I'm just not.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to helping around the house. I'm used to being active and playing with the kids outside. I'm used to doing more than&amp;nbsp;sitting in the damn chair. Laying in the bed. Crying and rolling around the floor. Taking pills every few hours. This shit is getting to me and its bringing me down. I'm trying to be positive and stay upbeat but I am having a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I really feel like I am worthless to my family at times here the past few weeks.&amp;nbsp; Feeling good and telling the kids we are going to do something and then falling to the floor in pain from my damn kidney hurting from the spasms or leftover stones or&amp;nbsp;something.&amp;nbsp; Trying to do my good husband deeds around the house and not really having energy to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is my own damn pity party and T told me to not feel like this, but its hard. Its hard waking up starting my day good and then hours later feeling like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That isn't me.&amp;nbsp; I'm a clown, I'm a joker, I'm a fifth kid, I'm the one that aggravates the kids. I'm the one that plays outside and rides bikes and runs and kicks the balls. The past few weeks I haven't been able to do that. I'm sad about that. I'm sad that T has to do everything and take care of me like I'm a newborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only funny thing about this weekend is that C3 wants to look at the strainer I'm pee'ing through to see if she can see some stones.&amp;nbsp; She is so excited and keeps asking me if I have pee'd the stones out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-5703607116947894348?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/5703607116947894348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=5703607116947894348&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/5703607116947894348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/5703607116947894348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2012/01/its-my-own-pity-party-and-ill-cry-if-i.html' title='Its my own pity party. And I&apos;ll cry if I want to.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-4215272458628000900</id><published>2012-01-20T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:22:06.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Getting Back To Normal</title><content type='html'>Man, what a wild two weeks it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;From starting the previous week in pain and ending up in the hospital on Wednesday and surgery on Thursday then having a stent in me until this past Wednesday and then feeling like shit the past two days, it has just been a long two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the pain in my kidneys and the obvious pain from the stent, I dealt with the nasty feelings from being on all the medication.&amp;nbsp; I hate being in pain but I hate being on pills too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was strong enough to get by the pain without the pills, trust me I would. If I even thought I could handle the pain, I would try. I'm struggling with the pills because of the past addiction I had to pills.&amp;nbsp; Pain pills to be exact.&amp;nbsp; Right now I'm taking the Antibiotic, the Vicodin, the pill that makes my pee not hurt?, I have another pain pill Toradol with anti-inflamatory, and they are making me better or worse?&amp;nbsp; I don't know. The Toradol makes me feel so out of it and I just fall asleep. The Vicodin makes me want to throw up.&amp;nbsp; The red pee pee easy pill, I don't know what it does.&amp;nbsp; The antibiotic I don't know either.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world did I ever just take this shit for fun? And still get shit done?&amp;nbsp; I have no clue.&amp;nbsp; I was younger but still, taking pills all day and even then drinking with them, I was such a dumbass.&amp;nbsp; No, I'm taking them and they are making me feel shitty when they are suppose to be helping me get through my painful time. Yeah right. I tried taking Advil yesterday and I was still in some pain. I tried eating with them and I still wanted to vomit everywhere.&amp;nbsp; I drank tons of water and still felt like I was going to fall asleep at my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready to get past this shit and get back to myself. Being a doped up dad does not work for me. These pills that I took and ate like candy so many years ago are probably part of the problem.&amp;nbsp; I know how easy it is for people to get hooked, but I quit cold turkey too, so I know how easy it is for people to quit too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sometimes pain meds are needed, and I know that sometimes people use that as an excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I do know is that for the past two weeks of being on pain meds and getting shots could have easily been an open door for me to get hooked again. But what I know more than that, I have a great family support system and I see five reasons every morning and every night to not even think about doing something stupid like that. T and the 4 C's.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend its about being back to normal. Being the husband and daddy that I normally am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-4215272458628000900?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/4215272458628000900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=4215272458628000900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/4215272458628000900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/4215272458628000900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2012/01/getting-back-to-normal.html' title='Getting Back To Normal'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-2229894209278567555</id><published>2012-01-18T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:10:51.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kidney Stones'/><title type='text'>Sorry Honey</title><content type='html'>Last night and this morning I was very scared and stress out about having the stent taken out of me.&amp;nbsp; The stent going from my kidney to my man part and left there with a string hanging out was not the best feeling.&amp;nbsp; It was better than the pain I had last week before surgery but still not a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how bad it would be and I am a negative person when it comes to the doctors and stuff like that. All I knew is that the stent was up in me and the doctor was going to pull the string and get it out, and that sounded painful to me. Reason for my stress and tension and scared feelings. And the process of the stent removal lasted like 2 minutes and it was more of a burning feeling than a painful feeling. T was right, it wasn't that bad and now its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well T who has been taking so good care of me over the last week and by that I mean she has done everything. Gotten my pills, made my meals, brought them to me, let me sleep, I mean did it all. Well last night and this morning I was an asshole to her.&amp;nbsp; She offered to make me breakfast and I was rude to her and a jerk.&amp;nbsp; I was stressed and scared but that's no reason to be like that to her and its worse cause she has taken such good care of me during the kidney stone surgery and recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, all I can say is I'm sorry for being a dick this morning and I cant wait till I get home and the kids are in bed tonight so we can have some cuddle time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-2229894209278567555?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/2229894209278567555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=2229894209278567555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2229894209278567555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2229894209278567555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2012/01/sorry-honey.html' title='Sorry Honey'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-6272624729697286265</id><published>2012-01-16T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T13:47:52.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kidney Stones'/><title type='text'>I know it was only Kidney Stones but I was thinking Death.</title><content type='html'>Wow this last week was a crazy week. And that probably understates its.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you saw me and asked me Thursday just before noon, I would would have probably said "Yes, I am going to die" concerning my surgery. Thank God, no one asked me that. I was crying buckets around that time anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From starting a Sunday thinking you have a stomach bug to laying in a hospital bed Wednesday night waiting for your Thursday surgery so many things can run in a head. And so many things did run marathons in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two things that hit me the hardest were,&amp;nbsp; I'm so lucky to have T here with me this visit to the ER and for my surgery. And then, T is not with the kids. I was so worried about the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I going to die? Shit, I was thinking it. I'm not the most positive person and being in that position doesn't help any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money was a factor. Not having any insurance makes it hard to sit in a hospital and wonder if you are going to be OK and how much all of this is going to cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual surgery was bothering me. Knowing that things were going in and out of MY things didn't make me feel that great and knowing that a stent would be up inside of me until Wednesday makes me nervous too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I cried so much in my trip to the hospital. I am so glad that T was there with me. I was having breakdown after breakdown.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what was harder for me, wishing that T was with me the whole time and the kids being without her, or being there alone at night by myself.&amp;nbsp; I am a selfish person by nature and I wanted her there, but I wanted her to be with the kids too. It was hard. But, it worked out and she was with me until they took me back and then all I can remember was waking up in recovery ready to get to my room and feeling like I had to pee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no contacts in my eyes and no wedding band on my finger but when I was being wheeled back to my room all I could see as I got closer and closer was the beautiful face of my T. She was there waiting for me and that was the best thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so ready to get out of there and go see the kids and get home. I drank water like it was the last drops on Earth. "You have to pee before you can leave"...those are the words that you hear when you get back to your room. So the race was on to pee. Pee'ing and eating and the wires coming out of my PO-DO tool were the only thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the kids was so awesome. Hard getting them not to attack me, but I loved the hugs. That was so great to see the C's. I missed them. Hard to imagine how you can miss your kids for two days until you actually miss them for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Saturday and Sunday while the days seemed to go by slow since I was doing nothing, they actually went by fast. I was taken care of by the best wife in the world. She did everything for me this weekend. She did so much that last night as it was time for bed and she was falling asleep, I was nervous because I didn't know if I had done or taken everything I needed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad but true how sometimes we don't realize exactly how much our wives do for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-6272624729697286265?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/6272624729697286265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=6272624729697286265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6272624729697286265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6272624729697286265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2012/01/i-know-it-was-only-kidney-stones-but-i.html' title='I know it was only Kidney Stones but I was thinking Death.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-4688822905416897414</id><published>2012-01-09T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T14:12:02.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun with the kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kidney Stones'/><title type='text'>From Worse to Worse</title><content type='html'>The weekend started out so great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T and I watched The Hangover II and I liked it and laughed my ass off and she didn't really care too much for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got up early and headed to Discover Mills Mall. Its about 1.5 hours away but it had The Lego Outlet and the kids were so excited and C1 was even saying it was a "Dream Come True." C2 was also so excited that when I mentioned to him lets do something else he told me "You can just stay home daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got there and the excitement began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K7zlNTp1ex8" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The kids were in heaven in this store. It was brain numbing. I loved it in there too. And this Lego Outlet was not even close to the size of the Lego Store at Disney but the kids love legos and they all got to spend their own money and get what they wanted. They did good, they didn't even spend all of their money so they were happy. I even used my foursquare app and got a free lego block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlQdIMp2Wxc/Tws4Cb0j0MI/AAAAAAAACuI/zFBRBhqhJUg/s1600/carly+snake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlQdIMp2Wxc/Tws4Cb0j0MI/AAAAAAAACuI/zFBRBhqhJUg/s400/carly+snake.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILOqFLiE49Y/Tws3-xqngiI/AAAAAAAACt4/F-XWVmygVQw/s1600/camlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILOqFLiE49Y/Tws3-xqngiI/AAAAAAAACt4/F-XWVmygVQw/s400/camlin.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xlvMadOv1o/Tws4DuIBGzI/AAAAAAAACuY/RoFA4MPfCBI/s1600/carson+and+cain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xlvMadOv1o/Tws4DuIBGzI/AAAAAAAACuY/RoFA4MPfCBI/s400/carson+and+cain.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzN5mO7S1sA/Tws4EtYqfwI/AAAAAAAACug/a-HsqOOmj_k/s1600/ninja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzN5mO7S1sA/Tws4EtYqfwI/AAAAAAAACug/a-HsqOOmj_k/s400/ninja.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QhhAamH6UMA/Tws4FpN6iVI/AAAAAAAACuo/bxM-l_VtW74/s1600/ninja2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QhhAamH6UMA/Tws4FpN6iVI/AAAAAAAACuo/bxM-l_VtW74/s400/ninja2.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that T went into the Crocs store and got some good deal on a few pairs of crocs for C1. Then as she hit the Disney Store, the kids and I rode the train that took you all around the mall. That was fun for the kids, me stuffing my fat ass in the train was not so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was a nice time and I'm sure we will go again to that mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we watched Mr. Poppers Penguin with the kids and they laughed so much. They liked that movie. It was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a different story. Woke up early to go get an oil change for T and I couldn't even make it to our exit. I had the worst cramping pains and turned around and got back to my bed. The pain was so bad and was hitting me in my side and stomach area. Hurting so bad, so I'm thinking&amp;nbsp;I have a kidney stone again. All I can do is drink water and flood my body and try to pass it. I couldn't sit still or lay down for too long without it hurting again. Kidney Stones are the worst pain in the world for a man. So all I can do now is sit here at work, drink my water and hope this thing goes away as the pain comes and goes from my sides to my stomach. Fun times and to top all that shit off, the Falcons lost yesterday. I couldn't even cry over the game, I was too busy crying over the stone in my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-4688822905416897414?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/4688822905416897414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=4688822905416897414&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/4688822905416897414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/4688822905416897414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2012/01/from-worse-to-worse.html' title='From Worse to Worse'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K7zlNTp1ex8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-8437563518306548987</id><published>2012-01-06T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T11:50:37.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'>Fridays Final Thoughts 1-6-2012....Getting a Taste of My Own Medicine</title><content type='html'>I got a taste of my own medicine this week and it didn't taste very good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been going to the gym on a regular schedule for a year now I have been getting up at 5am and getting to the gym around 5:30am and working out till 7am.&amp;nbsp; Well, before I started going to the gym, I was staying up to 1am or so and T would stay up and we would watch shows and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my bedtime routine went from 1am to 12am to sometimes 11pm. And since the kids are homeschooling and I don't get home until 9pm, we let them stay up later so I can have some time with them and when they go to bed, that is when T and I have our time. Well after getting my stuff ready and getting coffee ready and taking my stuff to the car for the next morning, that usually gives us some time to talk and watch shows or tweet or whatever. But getting up so early, that means I am dead tired and fall asleep on her and leave her there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea of what she does. She could be dancing naked around me and I wouldn't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well two nights this week. Count em TWO nights she has been so tired that as soon as the kids went to bed...she was out. The usual whispering request of "rub my head" came and as soon as I started rubbing her head she was sleeping sound. She was tired. I get it. I know she has crazy days and they are long just like mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two nights where she crashed out on me sucked.&amp;nbsp; The two nights that I stayed up and wasn't tired were the two nights she crashed out early. Let me tell you, I was so bored out of my mind. No one to talk to, no good games or anything on tv, I am not a reader, no online gaming, not PO-DO'ing myself, I mean I was just flat out bored. It hit me, this might be how she feels when I crash on her. It really did suck. So last night we watched Greys Anatomy together and talked some and then we went to sleep together. Lights out, kiss kiss, a little footsie action and we both were out at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she taught me a lesson and she may not have done it on purpose but it worked.&amp;nbsp; Stay up at all costs until she is sleeping and then its OK to crash out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya honey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-8437563518306548987?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/8437563518306548987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=8437563518306548987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8437563518306548987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8437563518306548987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2012/01/fridays-final-thoughts-1-6-2012getting.html' title='Fridays Final Thoughts 1-6-2012....Getting a Taste of My Own Medicine'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-1282975142818374421</id><published>2012-01-05T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:55:30.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>R-E-S-P-E-C-T....Your kids and Your Spouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Have you ever given a thought as to how you treat others compared to how you treat your own kids or spouse? You will probably say you do all the time and you are probably saying that you would never treat a stranger nicer than your own kids or spouse, but it you think about it or pay attention to detail, you might realize that you are actually being nicer to complete strangers than you are your own children and spouse.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Say you are at the store, mall, amusement park..etc. A place where there are lots of people around. What are some common words you may use when in the company of strangers?&amp;nbsp; Excuse Me, Pardon Me, Thank You, Sorry, and there are many more.&amp;nbsp; For this I am going to use the example of Excuse Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You are at the grocery store and you are looking for an item on the shelf and a person is standing in the line of sight for what you are looking for. Most people say Excuse Me. If you are that person in the way of sight another person might say to you Excuse Me.&amp;nbsp; It happens all the time. A polite thing to do.&amp;nbsp; Well now throw your kids in the mix. You are looking for that item at Publix and your son is in the way of sight and instead of saying Excuse Me, you say Move, Watch Out, Get over here so I can see.&amp;nbsp; Who were you nicer to?&amp;nbsp; The stranger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now I'm not telling you to be rude to the stranger and tell them to move it and get out of the way or anything like that.&amp;nbsp; All I'm saying is use the same key words you use with strangers, with your kids. I am guilty of this myself. I try to catch myself but sometimes it just doesn't happen.&amp;nbsp; What about you?&amp;nbsp; Do you do this?&amp;nbsp; Do you care?&amp;nbsp; Your kids might care, they might notice how you talk to nicely to others but don't to them.&amp;nbsp; Just something to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This next example is something that I do way way to often. Its hard for me not to. But that is just an excuse.&amp;nbsp; You and your spouse (wife in my case) are anywhere. Car, store.. and you cant keep your hands off her.&amp;nbsp; Smack her ass when no one is looking, cop a feel of a boob, bump up behind her...Trust me there is a lot.&amp;nbsp; I may think its cute and funny, but I'm sure my wife doesn't.&amp;nbsp; Does your spouse think its cute and funny?&amp;nbsp; How do you know no one saw you?&amp;nbsp; You don't.&amp;nbsp; Now, would&amp;nbsp; you do that to a stranger?&amp;nbsp; Aside from it being a form of sexual harassment or assault, I mean would do that to another man or woman?&amp;nbsp; Would you walk up to a complete stranger and tell them you want to "DO THEM?"&amp;nbsp; I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm not asking you to make it a assignment or project to go out and try this. Please don't.&amp;nbsp; What I am saying is that (myself included) give your spouse the same respect that you are going to give that stranger. Don't be all grab ass with your wife in public. Ladies even though we would love it if you grabbed our tree trunk junk in the store, it would be embarrassing for both of us.&amp;nbsp; Also at home, do you want your kids seeing you two dry hump each other? There is a difference between affection and dry humping each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I am going to make an attempt to make sure I treat my kids with the same respect ALL THE TIME that I treat strangers with. Not just here and there. My kids know I can be nice, they need to know that I am nice to them too.&amp;nbsp; I am also going to try and be more respectful to my wife. I think she deserves to be treated better. She knows I love her. She knows I think she is hot and sexy and that I love her ass, but that doesn't mean i have to grab and rub up on her all the time and say nasty things to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;All I am asking you is to pay attention and see if you notice that you do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Kiss the baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-1282975142818374421?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/1282975142818374421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=1282975142818374421&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/1282975142818374421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/1282975142818374421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2012/01/r-e-s-p-e-c-tyour-kids-and-your-spouse.html' title='R-E-S-P-E-C-T....Your kids and Your Spouse'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-6218390754258869177</id><published>2012-01-04T08:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:25:07.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying it Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CIO'/><title type='text'>Crying It Out (CIO) Sucks. Plain and Simple</title><content type='html'>When we as adults go to bed at night we like for that to be a time of peace and calm. We all do different things to set the tone so we can get a good nights sleep. We may watch tv, read a book, listen to the radio but how many of us adults like to go to bed crying? I think if you said you like to go to bed crying, you are lying to yourself.&amp;nbsp; Really, going to bed crying and trying to fall asleep while crying. That means any number of things can be going on with you. Spouse hurt your feelings, you are&amp;nbsp;in pain, or just had a very long stressful day. So how would crying yourself to sleep make any of that better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't. At least I don't believe so.&amp;nbsp; So if it doesn't do us adults any good to cry ourselves to sleep, why would we make our kids Cry It Out? (CIO)&amp;nbsp; CIO refers to what some use as training for letting young babies or children fall to sleep at night. I don't agree with this at all. Not even one bit of me thinks that letting your child CIO is good for them. Don't children deserve to go to sleep the same way we do? In a peaceful way so they can actually have a good sound nights sleep.&amp;nbsp; All parents know that some kids are going to put up a fight at bedtime. So what does that mean? You work on it.&amp;nbsp; Maybe co-sleeping is for you, like it is and has been for us. Maybe not.&amp;nbsp; Maybe resting with your child until they fall asleep is your way. Maybe letting them fall asleep in your bed and then moving them is the way you do it. But if you are leaving your child who is screaming and crying at night when its bedtime then you are doing your child more harm than good in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do children cry?&amp;nbsp; So many reasons, so many. Tired of course. Hungry. Hurt. Needing something. Scared.&amp;nbsp; There are too many to list.&amp;nbsp; Your child would need you for any of these during the daytime and you would be there for them during the day, so why would you leave your child at night.&amp;nbsp; Children need to know the parents are there.&amp;nbsp; Safety, security, the love we parents give to our children is something special. When you put them in a room and let them CIO you are leaving them. Do you think your child will want to go to bed every night if you leave them there to CIO? I don't think so, they are going to remember that when it was time for bed mommy and daddy left me and all I did was cry.&amp;nbsp; What good is that doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the simple things. Your baby or child is CIO. You are in the other room and all you hear is crying. What can you do to stop that crying. Shut their door. Shut your own door. Get frustrated and go back and tell your child to go to sleep.&amp;nbsp; Yeah all of these make so much sense..If you're a moron. (In MY opinion)&amp;nbsp; If your child is upset for whatever reason, don't you want to hold them and let them know it will be ok.&amp;nbsp; Give that protection and make them feel secure? Or are you scared that your child will think that you will always be there to save them. That's crazy. You are not hovering over your child and doing them a disservice if you cuddle and sleep and gentle parents your babies and children.&amp;nbsp; We are talking about letting them go to sleep with peace of mind, just like any adult wants to do. We have held our babies for hours until they fell asleep. I can remember C1 crying forever when we got him home. We didn't leave him in a crib or our bed to cry, we carried him and walked laps around the house.&amp;nbsp; C3 also cried until I probably cried myself, but she was made to feel safe and that is what parents are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We co-sleep. Have and still do. C4 will be three in June and he can sleep with us until he goes to his bed.&amp;nbsp; Some of our children moved themselves and some we moved.&amp;nbsp; But we would stay with them and gradually move out the door until they were comfortable falling asleep on their own. Now we have three children that love their own beds and sleep in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This CIO thing just makes me so mad. Husbands and Fathers, if your spouse is crying for whatever reason don't you try to calm them and make them feel secure?&amp;nbsp; So why not do this with your child. Same for you Moms and Wives. Do you try to calm your spouse when he is so pissed and angry? Why would you do it for him but not your baby boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look different people do different things obviously, but do you really want your child going to sleep with the last thought in their head being that I was crying when I went to sleep?&amp;nbsp; Try something else if you are a CIO parent. You may be surprised. Your children may love you more for it later in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-6218390754258869177?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/6218390754258869177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=6218390754258869177&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6218390754258869177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6218390754258869177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2012/01/crying-it-out-cio-sucks-plain-and.html' title='Crying It Out (CIO) Sucks. Plain and Simple'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-4718923584996986134</id><published>2012-01-03T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T11:40:15.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breastfeeding In Public'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>The Need to Feed....Breastfeed that is.</title><content type='html'>With the start of a New Year, so many things will happen this year that will affect us as parents of young children. One of them will be breastfeeding in public.&amp;nbsp; This is a problem and it seems to be a problem for everyone. Its a problem for mothers that have the right to breastfeed their child in public and its a problem for those who seem to think that those mothers should go do it in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago before I was married, I'm sure women breastfed and I'm sure they did it in public. I never noticed and I doubt I would have cared. I had plenty of friends that had babies and I cant remember if they breastfed or not but to think I might have made a crazy comment or to think I may have been grossed out by it, just doesn't seem like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in 2011 here in Georgia, we had the whole Forest Park Breastfeeding ordeal. Mothers won that day and gained back the right to breastfeed in public in that city.&amp;nbsp; Then a Dancing With the Stars dancer Lacey Schwimmer made comments about how a mother should go elsewhere to breastfeed her child other than in public.&amp;nbsp; Target made the news by asking a woman to go somewhere else in the store to feed her baby.&amp;nbsp; Then most recent Nascar driver Kasey Kahne made news by his rude comments on twitter and then firing back at a breastfeeding woman by calling her names.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now of course all these public places and people apologize and send out letters of being sorry and have mass PR moves that try to win fans and customers back. But is it enough? I don't think so. And I don't even know what can be done to correct the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being on the side of Pro Breastfeeding in Public, thinks that more women and men need to support moms that do this. Its not a crime. Its not nasty, women who breastfeed show less cleavage than the average woman does on any given day. Normally sitting and trying to be in a calm area so the baby can eat without being distracted or interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women will get looks. AND?&amp;nbsp; Young boys look at boobs. They will learn later in life its not about that. Girls look. They will also learn that what they are looking at is a great thing. People that say they are grossed out need to do some research and learn a little bit. Do I want to see a fat mans plumber crack? NO. I don't make a big deal about it. Do I want to see nasty looking women wearing Dora the Explorer shirts? NO. But I say nothing.&amp;nbsp; How about the most common said thing to a breastfeeding woman. "Cant you go in the bathroom?"....I wouldn't even eat in my own bathroom let alone a public restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dads and Husbands, show support to your wife and other women that breastfeed in public. Show more support to your wife of course. Women make sure you are there for your co breastfeeding moms. You never know if they are having a hard time or getting backlash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something will change. Maybe this is the year people use their complaints for something that actually needs to be complained about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-4718923584996986134?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/4718923584996986134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=4718923584996986134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/4718923584996986134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/4718923584996986134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2012/01/need-to-feedbreastfeed-that-is.html' title='The Need to Feed....Breastfeed that is.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-6845814435329648142</id><published>2011-12-30T11:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:36:01.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forest ParkGa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breastfeeding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dari and Jenn Nowkhah'/><title type='text'>This Daddys Two Most Influential Blog Post of 2011.</title><content type='html'>I don't, won't and can't claim to be some big well known blogger that reaches across America and touches the lives of millions like some out there.&amp;nbsp; I don't have hundreds and hundreds of followers that leave millions of comments telling me they are inspired by what I do or write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not even why I got into blogging. I got into blogging to blog about Me, T, and the C's. What its like to be a father that works way too many hours. My love for my wife and kids and all things that benefit my family. Sports and just crazy things that happen to us during our long road in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started this blog a couple years ago, I went from blogging everyday about useless material to try and make my kids understand who I am to blogging about the kids and stuff we do to blogging about important issues and causes that affect my family and things that we believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touched on issues that some people agree with and some that people don't agree with.&amp;nbsp; I did a lot of judging and a lot of accepting.&amp;nbsp; I have grown as a father and a husband. I still have more growing to do and that is what this next year of 2012 is going to be about. Personal Growth.&amp;nbsp; I feel like people respect my wife for her knowledge of parenting issues and the time and effort she puts into learning about things.&amp;nbsp; I piggyback her knowledge and I am going to make it a goal of mine to actually do some of the learning myself.&amp;nbsp; I owe that to her, the kids and myself.&amp;nbsp; I also owe it to you all. The ones that come by daily, weekly or every now and then.&amp;nbsp; I want to be knowledgeable about the issues that I believe in and help make provide you with more information.&amp;nbsp; Understand that I will still have my days when I blog about something that means nothing. Something that makes you laugh. Something that makes you think "Who is this guy again?".&amp;nbsp; That's just me and the way I do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take a minute and reflect on what I think may have been two of my biggest blogging moments from the year of 2011. This is my personal opinion and you may have liked others better, but I am taking these two and giving you the chance to relive the magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May the City of Forest Park, Ga.&amp;nbsp;passed a City Ordinance (Law) to make women unable to breastfeed children over the age of two in public. They considered it nudity. Well after a Nurse In at the City Hall that was covered by all the local media and media from other parts John Parker (City Manager) caved under pressure and changed that law. T and the C's went to that Nurse In and met some really great people and were part of making a change and a difference.&amp;nbsp; You can read the post&amp;nbsp;and find other links here------&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/05/new-law-says-breastfeeding-in-public-is.html" target="_blank"&gt;Public Breastfeeding in Forest Park&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; That was one of my prouder moments as a father and husband, I feel like I helped make a difference and I am going to do more of the same in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other one was a blog post I did about a radio and tv personality on ESPN Dari Nowkhah. He and his wife Jenn had a baby boy Hayden who became sick after being born and had to battle for his life. It didn't turn out the way that anyone wanted. You can read a little abut Hayden here ---&amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/08/i-am-asking-for-moment-of-your-time.html" target="_blank"&gt;Little Hayden Nowkhah&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I know babies are born and babies are lost all the time but this was different for me. Dari and Jenn welcomed me personally into their lives and didn't even know me. Dari made me feel like I was his brother or something. I can let it slide that he is a Sooner and I love the Longhorns. He is a Ok. City Thunder guy and I am a Laker fan. I wont let&amp;nbsp;that ruin what I think about&amp;nbsp;Dari.&amp;nbsp; Since the loss of Hayden, Dari and Jenn started a &lt;a href="http://www.haydenshope.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Haydens Hope&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Foundation.&amp;nbsp; Its about Organ Transplants and has all kinds of information on Hayden and his awesome 39 days of life.&amp;nbsp; It also tells you how you can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya have it.&amp;nbsp;My two posts I feel are most influential of 2011. I hope you take a minute to go back and check them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank all of you that have continued to follow me and you that have started to follow me. I appreciate you coming by and sharing and enjoying my stories and drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME, T and the 4 C's are going to have a great 2012 and I believe big things are going to happen for us. Some good, some bad, most of all crazy. But you wont know about it unless you keep coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-6845814435329648142?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/6845814435329648142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=6845814435329648142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6845814435329648142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6845814435329648142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/this-daddys-two-most-influential-blog.html' title='This Daddys Two Most Influential Blog Post of 2011.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-2073814167070675836</id><published>2011-12-29T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T12:20:33.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spouse'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Things I Do That Aggravate My Wife</title><content type='html'>We all have things that we do that get on our spouses nerves.&amp;nbsp; I know there are all kinds of things that I do that bug and get on T's nerves.&amp;nbsp; Some I just know by the looks she gives me and others I know because she will sit there and say &lt;em&gt;"You are aggravating me".&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; But me being the young immature 39 year old that I am, I continue to do them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I can list some of them and see if she agrees and has more to add or if I'm wrong about some of them.&amp;nbsp; So here is my List of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Mess with her in the morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; She is not a morning person and does not like for me to mess with her before noon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Grab at, touch that, smack dat or mess with in anyway shape or form her ass.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ohhh boy she cant stand that but man I love that ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Carve up the butter.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Beats the shit outta me too, but she is not a fan of me slicing and dicing the butter. Keep it smooth or keep out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Bed sheets and comforter have to be perfect.&lt;/strong&gt; I am so bad about&amp;nbsp;needing to have the bed settings even and perfect and she just doesn't get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Sing and stare at her while she is driving.&lt;/strong&gt; She really wants to pull over and kick me out of the van when this is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Bug her for sex. Every day and night.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; What husband doesn't? But I guess I will never learn that she has four kids up her ass all day and doesn't want me there. Wait.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Changing the channel and leaving the room and the remote is far away.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; This is a great one, only because I do it all the time. I thought she loved sports?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Picking holes in my beard.&lt;/strong&gt; Ahhh Yes, this might be her favorite. I have two spots that become the nervous pick spots and i remove hair thus leaving two giant holes in a beautifully grown beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Leaving my wedding ring at home.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Not a huge one, sometimes my fingers feel chubby.&amp;nbsp;And the classic line that follows the next morning "Didn't feel like being married to me today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Packing my gym bag, not waking up, not going to the gym and then crying about being fat.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; She puts ear plugs in for this and i just wait for her to take them out so I can bitch and moan again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are more. I would love for her to read this and tell me the others or tell me that some of these can be taken off.&amp;nbsp; Wonder what she will say?&amp;nbsp; What about you and your spouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-2073814167070675836?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/2073814167070675836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=2073814167070675836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2073814167070675836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2073814167070675836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/top-10-things-i-do-that-aggravate-my.html' title='Top 10 Things I Do That Aggravate My Wife'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-8386535682907645344</id><published>2011-12-28T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:47:52.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><title type='text'>Time for Changes.</title><content type='html'>As we get closer to the New Year of 2012 people all across the World will be putting out their resolutions and things they hope to accomplish for the upcoming year. Everyone will have the same goals and same wants and needs that they have every year. And nothing is wrong with that. If people feel good about saying they are going to do things differently in 2012, them I say let them. I hope they have a good list and I hope people follow through with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing that I will put on a list will be things that are new for me. I am not going to call them&amp;nbsp;Resolutions but simply Life Changes.&amp;nbsp; Changes are different than Resolutions. Look it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See normally I would jot down things like, eat better, go to the gym, be a better father and husband, get stuff done around the house....etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are some changes I am going to make this year. I hope to stay with them and keep them up and become a better person because of them. Maybe even a more successful person because of them. I'm sure I will find or come up with more than this but check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Be more respectful to T. I know I am a good husband, but I don't always respect her. I will work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Be more involved in the kids schooling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Be creative on this blog. Write more about things that make a difference to my family. Breastfeeding, Organic and Healthy Eating, Green Living, Natural Parenting. Things like that. I want to be more of a positive influence in not just my own kids lives but I would love for people to tell me that I helped make a difference in how they parent or how they live their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stop being a quitter. I give up too easy. I have been wanting to do something for a long time now and I start and never follow through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Be a better friend.&amp;nbsp; I want to be a better friend no matter how people are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got for now. Like I said I'm sure that more will pop up. Always does.&amp;nbsp;What I do with it is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-8386535682907645344?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/8386535682907645344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=8386535682907645344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8386535682907645344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8386535682907645344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/time-for-changes.html' title='Time for Changes.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-3319159641900081613</id><published>2011-12-27T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:01:20.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to C3...Forever My Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Two days after Christmas in 2006 our first daughter C3 was born.&amp;nbsp;My sweet beautiful little blue eyed baby girl was born and all of a sudden the only song that played over and over in my head was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tim McGraw's "My Little Girl"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After having two boy, she came along and changed the way we did things in our little world.&amp;nbsp; Hair bows and dresses and different colors. Even the way you have to wipe a baby girl when changing a diaper.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She has also made the definition of being tough to keep up with her brothers to rest. They now have to be tough to keep up with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves life. Everything in it and having to do with life. She is a lover of animals and all things stuffed. She plays with Legos and goes faster down the driveway on her bike than the boys do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She has more energy than all of us put together. She stays up later than the rest of us. She loves Bruno Mars and even loves my singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves her Mommy Time and her Daddy Time. She loves it when Mommy paints her nails and when Daddy fixes her things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But most of all the love that fills the air is the love that Mommy and Daddy feel for C3. Our only daughter and will forever be our baby girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 5th Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6ffW2j8xXA/TvnrdIUHc4I/AAAAAAAACrs/_TL5TLJRN3g/s1600/carly+3weeks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6ffW2j8xXA/TvnrdIUHc4I/AAAAAAAACrs/_TL5TLJRN3g/s400/carly+3weeks.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3 weeks old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hG1Gyoc1mWQ/Tvnrl4an_tI/AAAAAAAACr4/URLuF_1P2b0/s1600/Carly+4+months" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hG1Gyoc1mWQ/Tvnrl4an_tI/AAAAAAAACr4/URLuF_1P2b0/s400/Carly+4+months" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4 months old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7hIrXfnKWs/Tvnrrh5kHTI/AAAAAAAACsE/qHSCPn5Mlb8/s1600/carly+7+months" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7hIrXfnKWs/Tvnrrh5kHTI/AAAAAAAACsE/qHSCPn5Mlb8/s400/carly+7+months" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7 months old and looking good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIZ4KublgBM/Tvnr0PIFGRI/AAAAAAAACsQ/u4YQU303dC0/s1600/Carlyrock.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIZ4KublgBM/Tvnr0PIFGRI/AAAAAAAACsQ/u4YQU303dC0/s400/Carlyrock.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves her crafts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fB59n8N6VB8/TvnsEJmrM-I/AAAAAAAACsc/LQPhOTVlJ_Q/s1600/DSC_0334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fB59n8N6VB8/TvnsEJmrM-I/AAAAAAAACsc/LQPhOTVlJ_Q/s400/DSC_0334.JPG" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Always has a stuffed animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPXUaFVDUyc/TvnsNwje3II/AAAAAAAACso/DSKy8ulow7o/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPXUaFVDUyc/TvnsNwje3II/AAAAAAAACso/DSKy8ulow7o/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+287.JPG" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C3 and her Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aumnOzrhUf0/TvnsVd3xccI/AAAAAAAACs0/M94zZo0hwLI/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aumnOzrhUf0/TvnsVd3xccI/AAAAAAAACs0/M94zZo0hwLI/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+269.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my baby girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04s-iUstty8/Tvnsd_2_xfI/AAAAAAAACtA/ExzJUF2u4_A/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04s-iUstty8/Tvnsd_2_xfI/AAAAAAAACtA/ExzJUF2u4_A/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+249.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C3 loves to be outdoors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv74YQKSt5Y/Tvnsp_3IDcI/AAAAAAAACtM/NPeF372L694/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv74YQKSt5Y/Tvnsp_3IDcI/AAAAAAAACtM/NPeF372L694/s400/DSC_0053.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She does have the attitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YuL3Ez0dug0/TvnswgdoSiI/AAAAAAAACtY/595V9IDccXs/s1600/carly+princess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YuL3Ez0dug0/TvnswgdoSiI/AAAAAAAACtY/595V9IDccXs/s400/carly+princess.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And she will always be my Princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY C3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ-JrcBVcgY/TvSmMkvjT8I/AAAAAAAACrg/n3O6ofh6rjw/s1600/pics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ-JrcBVcgY/TvSmMkvjT8I/AAAAAAAACrg/n3O6ofh6rjw/s640/pics.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Merry Christmas from This Daddy, T and the 4 C's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-7403208161896655001?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/7403208161896655001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=7403208161896655001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7403208161896655001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7403208161896655001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/fridays-final-thoughts-12-23-11merry.html' title='Fridays Final Thoughts 12-23-11......Merry Christmas Art'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ-JrcBVcgY/TvSmMkvjT8I/AAAAAAAACrg/n3O6ofh6rjw/s72-c/pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-3067326822449733408</id><published>2011-12-22T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T13:49:44.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Logic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Its better to be Imperfect this Christmas</title><content type='html'>I saw the best email yesterday that is going to change the way I look at Christmas FOREVER.&amp;nbsp; Yes, FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my usual email from Love and Logic yesterday and it talked about how the best Christmas is the one that is not perfect. Not perfect in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I get up and I have to make sure the kids wait and everyone is calm and opens gifts in an orderly fashion.....Did I do that as a kid, god I hope not. I hope that I didn't have to go gift by gift and wait in line and take turns. That would have taken forever. Well then again I am an only child so I wouldn't have had to wait that long until my turn was up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas, this Sunday...I am going to do something different. I am going to sit and watch and let the kids destroy the house and play and open and play some more with it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not even going to freak out about it. I'm going to take pictures and video and enjoy it all. It wont last much longer. They are growing up too fast, so I am going to let them do what they do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FUN and be Imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why stress about trash and boxes and toys all over and yelling and screaming. Why?&amp;nbsp;Perfect?&amp;nbsp; Who wants a perfect Christmas? Not me, so thought out and planned and&amp;nbsp;charted out.&amp;nbsp;If you spend&amp;nbsp;any amount of time on the perfect&amp;nbsp;I know T is probably reading this and shaking her head and saying "Yeah Right" but just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be the best Christmas because I am going to absorb it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-3067326822449733408?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/3067326822449733408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=3067326822449733408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3067326822449733408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3067326822449733408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/its-better-to-be-imperfect-this.html' title='Its better to be Imperfect this Christmas'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-8057998156578718053</id><published>2011-12-21T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T14:01:00.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>My Joys of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone has Joys of Christmas and it is different for each and every person.&amp;nbsp; For some kids it is opening gifts and emptying stockings and trying to catch a peek of Santa Clause.&amp;nbsp; For others it is going to church and spreading the word of what Christmas is all about.&amp;nbsp; Some find joy in being on the go all day and trekking from relatives house to relatives house.&amp;nbsp; Some find it in eating all day and then passing out on the couch.&amp;nbsp; There are millions of people that celebrate Christmas and that means there are millions of ways that people feel the Joy of Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;For me, that Joy of Christmas comes as I try and duct tape the kids in bed for the night of Christmas Eve and see if they will stay there until at least 6am this year instead of the 3am or 4am or even 5am that is was last year.&amp;nbsp; The Joy comes from the kids waking and springing out of their own beds to run through the walls to the tree.&amp;nbsp; The Joy comes when the kids are screaming and dancing around and freaking out not knowing what to open first or what to play with first. The Joy comes from the kids showing each other what they got.&amp;nbsp; The Joy comes from the kids thanking Santa, Mommy and Daddy and everyone else that got them gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The Joy comes from talking to family across the country and sharing moments of happiness and well wishes. The Joy comes from that big ass dish of MeMe's breakfast casserole that T is going to make, that cup of coffee (or five) that I am going to drink. The Joy comes from knowing that since I am not buying T anything nothing will have to be returned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The biggest Joy of Christmas is going to be the memories that will be made.&amp;nbsp;I cant wait to sit on the couch&amp;nbsp;with T and watch as the kids&amp;nbsp;go nuts and T and I look at each other and give that little wink.&amp;nbsp; Or even that little look of "Why did we buy&amp;nbsp;that again?". &amp;nbsp;I love my wife and kids and I love making awesome memories with them and I cant wait to make some more this Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;What is your reason for feeling the Joy of Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Kiss the baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-8057998156578718053?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/8057998156578718053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=8057998156578718053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8057998156578718053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8057998156578718053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/my-joys-of-christmas.html' title='My Joys of Christmas'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-9159352630707981487</id><published>2011-12-20T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T11:13:10.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Do You Remember Those Gifts</title><content type='html'>I am a 39 year old dad, but I can still remember things from my childhood.&amp;nbsp; Like gifts I got fro Christmas when I was little and how much I loved them.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if my kids will sit there later in life even if its five or six years down the road and think about the presents they got when they were little.&amp;nbsp; Like legos sets or Wii games, Nintendo Ds games, clothes....no wait, no one like clothes.&amp;nbsp; Toys are where its at. Even as a adult, I still like getting things to play with. Guess some things never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the bathroom the other day, I will spare you the details of my adventures but I was in there and I started thinking about some of the gifts I got as a kid.&amp;nbsp; I can remember one year getting down to the last presents and then it happened, I opened up a Atari and it even had a Pac-Man game. The square controller and the little joystick. That was so awesome.&amp;nbsp; Then a skateboard. That rocked. I loved my skateboard.&amp;nbsp; I even got Legos and Star Wars figures and GI Joes...I was the coolest.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure I got socks and underwear too, that got thrown into a corner for most of the day.&amp;nbsp; I can recall in later years getting a stereo for my room. That was the shit man. It had the big speakers and the dual cassette with record player. (Before cd's)&amp;nbsp; I used to make my own mix tapes.&amp;nbsp; I was such a cool dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be a fly on the wall later Christmas Day just to hear my kids and what they say about gifts they get.&amp;nbsp; I know they get hooked up pretty good and I know they are very appreciative of what they get but kids are kids and they will still go into their room later and talk and talk shit about that one gift they got.&amp;nbsp; But I know that there will be more gifts that they will see and open that will make my ears hurt from the screams of joy.&amp;nbsp; Especially from C3 and C4 who scream extra loud most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one person that WONT be complaining about gifts this year and that is T. And the reason for that is that I don't buy her shit anymore.&amp;nbsp; I learned the hard way. Feeling bad after seeing a face of dislike, and hearing words of "I will be returning that" just finally made me realize that she doesn't want anything, doesn't need anything, so I am not buying her anything except the 4 little gifts that are from the kids and THAT IS IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now me on the other hand, the kids and T always get me good shit. I like the stuff they get me. And I know for sure that this year I will.&amp;nbsp; T and I talk about the things that the kids are getting us so there are no issues and the kids are also excited about what T and I get from them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to sound so corny but I know the best gift of all is going to be waking up in the morning and watching the kids go nuts over Santa's visit and what he left for them and all the other gifts they get. They also get so much joy from the other kids opening what they got each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my fellow adults, do you remember any special presents that you had under your tree when you were little? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-9159352630707981487?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/9159352630707981487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=9159352630707981487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/9159352630707981487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/9159352630707981487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/do-you-remember-those-gifts.html' title='Do You Remember Those Gifts'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-8609035006455517533</id><published>2011-12-19T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:00:40.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Do You See What I See</title><content type='html'>With Christmas Day getting closer and closer by the day, we are reminded that this is a joyful time of giving. We try to bring the joy of Christmas to other through song, gifts and special things we do for one another. This is that time of year you can look anywhere and see things that lift you up and make you feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance this weekend we set out and about and did some things that were very fun and interesting.&amp;nbsp; Saturday we made our trip out to Lowes for the last part of the train in the build a project set.&amp;nbsp; The kids loved the train set of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we did something very dangerous. We went to the mall. The mall on the last weekend before Christmas..Need I say more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving to these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yynB91KqbDU/Tu9muQk6kwI/AAAAAAAACqk/-gdA2Ynrr8k/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yynB91KqbDU/Tu9muQk6kwI/AAAAAAAACqk/-gdA2Ynrr8k/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at this man. Walking through the mall with red antlers on his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This man could be considered armed and dangerous. Antlers on a humans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;head. And red at that. Watch out people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My gift to this guy...A wife that wont let you wear that shit. Love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_TLg22KuUDs/Tu9mvKttvqI/AAAAAAAACqs/eA7-tEbU5DI/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_TLg22KuUDs/Tu9mvKttvqI/AAAAAAAACqs/eA7-tEbU5DI/s400/2.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I do know that we live in Georgia.&amp;nbsp; I do know that we cant take the cold like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;some people can. But for the love of Redbox. I get to the Redbox machine to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;rent a movie Saturday night and this is in front of me.&amp;nbsp; Its not that cold out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My gift to this girl...A mirror. Look in it. Look outside, its not snowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x0Lyy71PorM/Tu9mwN6g36I/AAAAAAAACq0/qPUSfjxkuY8/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x0Lyy71PorM/Tu9mwN6g36I/AAAAAAAACq0/qPUSfjxkuY8/s640/3.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then yesterday on our way to Stone Mountain, we drove through the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;place where you can see it all. The good, the bad, the ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The rich, the poor, the middle class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LITTLE FIVE POINTS. Classic Atlanta's Best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My gift to Little 5 Points...Time, keep doing what you do...forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQgrmP6gFYc/Tu9mw6GzoGI/AAAAAAAACq8/6NDMGpHFjBI/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQgrmP6gFYc/Tu9mw6GzoGI/AAAAAAAACq8/6NDMGpHFjBI/s400/4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See this white Volvo. We pulled up next to this car and it looked like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a millions birds ass' had been used like a paintball gun on this car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was covered and I mean covered in bird doo. Bird shit made love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to this car.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My gift to this car...A trip to a place where no birds live. And a pressure wash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLbJWz-822I/Tu9mx4N8R0I/AAAAAAAACrE/C_pm9IkwBOI/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLbJWz-822I/Tu9mx4N8R0I/AAAAAAAACrE/C_pm9IkwBOI/s640/5.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This guy here. Classic Little 5 Points guy. Looking crazy, headphones in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;smoking on his cig. and drinking something. Sporting the hat and I'm sure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he was jammin to some tunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My gift to this guy...Nothing. He has 99 Problems but his bitch ain't one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;So remember to take all the scenes in. Take time to stop and smell the roses or funky shoes or bad odors that others may give off.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-8609035006455517533?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/8609035006455517533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=8609035006455517533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8609035006455517533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8609035006455517533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/do-you-see-what-i-see.html' title='Do You See What I See'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yynB91KqbDU/Tu9muQk6kwI/AAAAAAAACqk/-gdA2Ynrr8k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-5301036102580010422</id><published>2011-12-16T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T08:38:38.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-F-T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C4'/><title type='text'>Fridays Final Thoughts 12-16-11........Getting Stitched Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisdaddysblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="This Daddy's Blog" border="0" src="http://i889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/thinkerguy-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;FRIDAYS FINAL THOUGHTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Well here we are once again, I'm so glad to have you back on this Friday, you know we only have a this and next Friday and then its Christmas. But with that, it means this is the last weekend to do whatever you need to do before it all goes down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday, oh boy yesterday was a day. Lets see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I get a text from T at 9:40am and it says "I feel dizzy this morning and sick" OK. She says I don't need to come home so I continue on with my work day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Moments after that, I get a phone call from T saying I need to meet her at the ER and i hear crying and screaming and sounds like all hell is opening up in the background.&amp;nbsp; Not sure of what the deal is, I get up and tell the job I'm leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At 10:16 I get a picture mail of my sweet little C3's face and head with a little hole in it. I'm heading to the ER and I get the call from T explaining to me that C4 hit C3 in the head with a train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-WXZwXrC4Y/TutFOMjapCI/AAAAAAAACp0/4tzmf7hvwOk/s1600/train.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-WXZwXrC4Y/TutFOMjapCI/AAAAAAAACp0/4tzmf7hvwOk/s400/train.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Now we are not the parents that run off to the doc or ER every time something happens. But T knew and had that mothering instinct that the little hole in C3's head was deep and it needed stitches.&amp;nbsp; The corner of the train hit her above the eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_W2WVoqv7M/TutFMmp32cI/AAAAAAAACps/OasQLZm7qPQ/s1600/c32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_W2WVoqv7M/TutFMmp32cI/AAAAAAAACps/OasQLZm7qPQ/s320/c32.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, me I wasn't sure, but T knew it needed stitches.&amp;nbsp; Looks little but it was a deep hole and it wouldn't stop bleeding. So we took her to the pediatrician and they did point out that T was right and that she needed to go get stitches.&amp;nbsp; We took her to the ER and T went in with her, while I took the boys to eat and have some daddy time. Few hours and a few stitches later my little princess looked like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dWMoFmJsIiY/TutFLFpiKbI/AAAAAAAACpk/5Ka06f8YgIQ/s1600/c3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dWMoFmJsIiY/TutFLFpiKbI/AAAAAAAACpk/5Ka06f8YgIQ/s400/c3.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Got her lollipop and her kick ass band aid and a sticker for her little brother that hit her and she was good to go. T said she did so awesome and never moved during the whole thing. They got to watch Finding Nemo and I was so happy to see her when the boys and I picked up our girls.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My sweetheart C3 has such a good heart, she cant stay mad at her little brother and it didn't take long for her to forgive him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjToQoMsnjo/TutHnSQVm7I/AAAAAAAACp8/ylzWITbMyQ4/s1600/c3-c4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjToQoMsnjo/TutHnSQVm7I/AAAAAAAACp8/ylzWITbMyQ4/s400/c3-c4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And that was it. A day that had her in stitches.&amp;nbsp; It didn't stop her from coming home and playing outside, flying down the driveway on her bike, climbing trees and doing something else that T didn't want to tell me about that she said would scare me.&amp;nbsp; T and I did have to laugh about it because we have both said for years that C3 was going to be the first one that was going to be needing stitches or a cast or something along those lines.&amp;nbsp; Our little daredevil just happens to be our only daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kiss The Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-5301036102580010422?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/5301036102580010422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=5301036102580010422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/5301036102580010422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/5301036102580010422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/fridays-final-thoughts-12-16-11getting.html' title='Fridays Final Thoughts 12-16-11........Getting Stitched Up'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-WXZwXrC4Y/TutFOMjapCI/AAAAAAAACp0/4tzmf7hvwOk/s72-c/train.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-1603560084112125162</id><published>2011-12-14T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:35:42.510-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas is no Vacation</title><content type='html'>CHRISTMAS VACATION AND HOW IT APPLIES TO REAL LIFE.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well even though its PG and a little bit on the rough side during certain parts T and I sat with the kids and watched some of the classic Christmas movie Chevy Chases Christmas Vacation. It was on tv, so some of the naughty words were cut out, some were not but we dvr'd it, so we were able to fast forward it at parts we didn't want them seeing or hearing. T loves that movie and I do as well and we can tell from the bits and pieces they saw, the C's are going to love it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some examples on why we all have a little Christmas Vacation in us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9_3Yv-8tXQ/TujZnOyaRrI/AAAAAAAACpc/Ujs7Hmycv7E/s1600/christmas+vacation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9_3Yv-8tXQ/TujZnOyaRrI/AAAAAAAACpc/Ujs7Hmycv7E/s320/christmas+vacation.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It all starts with the fun family Christmas card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to get the kids to get in there and then have it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;taken. Ahhh, the madness begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXbPWI1fd88/TujVDsyix4I/AAAAAAAACpM/mAWp3-HRgLQ/s1600/christmas+vacat8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXbPWI1fd88/TujVDsyix4I/AAAAAAAACpM/mAWp3-HRgLQ/s200/christmas+vacat8.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then your off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What better time is there than going to pick out your tree &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and have so much fun / trouble while doing it.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuZ-_uWbEQk/TujU_PIAd4I/AAAAAAAACo0/Nk9GKBhwkyk/s1600/christmas+vacat5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuZ-_uWbEQk/TujU_PIAd4I/AAAAAAAACo0/Nk9GKBhwkyk/s1600/christmas+vacat5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't we all bust our ass to make our house look great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;for Christmas and make the kids happy with all the lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrqgAVlgJAc/TujVAHXeaBI/AAAAAAAACo8/EgEqIgKKAi0/s1600/christmas+vacat6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrqgAVlgJAc/TujVAHXeaBI/AAAAAAAACo8/EgEqIgKKAi0/s1600/christmas+vacat6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And all you have to do is hope it all works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1sJdZeHpuPA/TujYDQKYpfI/AAAAAAAACpU/eaRc8wpdcV0/s1600/christmas+vacation2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1sJdZeHpuPA/TujYDQKYpfI/AAAAAAAACpU/eaRc8wpdcV0/s1600/christmas+vacation2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think it would be fair to say that every family has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a cousin Eddie. You know the foul, nasty one you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;actually don't want there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HZyDroGVU0/TujU6Bb7eAI/AAAAAAAACoU/ZdsroTQEXlY/s1600/christmas+vacat1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HZyDroGVU0/TujU6Bb7eAI/AAAAAAAACoU/ZdsroTQEXlY/s1600/christmas+vacat1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The crazy relative that you have no idea what in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hell they smoked or drank and you laugh at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And keep the kids away from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCz6lVJ3GEI/TujU7-cPgbI/AAAAAAAACok/EUoTjJKypqE/s1600/christmas+vacat3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCz6lVJ3GEI/TujU7-cPgbI/AAAAAAAACok/EUoTjJKypqE/s1600/christmas+vacat3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haven't we all wondered if the food we are about to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;has to be blessed for more than one reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(This was C1's favorite part in the movie)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zTZc7qyLaF4/TujU7Pz0GpI/AAAAAAAACoc/QQzDyI17LMs/s1600/christmas+vacat2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zTZc7qyLaF4/TujU7Pz0GpI/AAAAAAAACoc/QQzDyI17LMs/s1600/christmas+vacat2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't we all have moments during the holidays when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we want to light up or have a drink..something'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to take the edge off, or make sure we don't harm someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwb5NQz6-Og/TujU-O2W4kI/AAAAAAAACos/slb1iAx-NHo/s1600/christmas+vacat4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwb5NQz6-Og/TujU-O2W4kI/AAAAAAAACos/slb1iAx-NHo/s1600/christmas+vacat4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh, the look of joy as everyone leaves after a long day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and you know all that's left between you and bed is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;all the cardboard, paper and plastic ties that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lay all around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agIpj5J07pY/TujVBkF5vOI/AAAAAAAACpE/nDIwwiQSmwo/s1600/christmas+vacat7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agIpj5J07pY/TujVBkF5vOI/AAAAAAAACpE/nDIwwiQSmwo/s1600/christmas+vacat7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enjoy your Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-1603560084112125162?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/1603560084112125162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=1603560084112125162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/1603560084112125162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/1603560084112125162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/christmas-is-no-vacation.html' title='Christmas is no Vacation'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9_3Yv-8tXQ/TujZnOyaRrI/AAAAAAAACpc/Ujs7Hmycv7E/s72-c/christmas+vacation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-7225754135593108153</id><published>2011-12-13T11:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:09:37.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove Men + Care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dove'/><title type='text'>Know What I love?  I love me some Dove</title><content type='html'>I am a man. One thing that I cant stand is dry skin.&amp;nbsp; With it being the winter time and cold we tend to get dry skin.&amp;nbsp; Well now I am taking the time to give you all a little idea for Christmas&amp;nbsp;and introduce you to a new line of products from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://content.dove.us/mencare/mobile/Default.aspx"&gt;Dove&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And this isn't going to be your run of the mill Kirk Herbstreit in his short and polo shirt commercial. This is a look into&amp;nbsp;the Dove Men + Care line from a Dad's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCqK04P3WrI/TudnyS6noZI/AAAAAAAACns/_-Et1adXI_A/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCqK04P3WrI/TudnyS6noZI/AAAAAAAACns/_-Et1adXI_A/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.dove.us/mencare/mobile/"&gt;Dove Men + Care&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and myself are working together to make you feel more comfortable in your own skin. Now that's not something I came up with but that's what they think you will be telling yourself if you use this NEW product from them.&amp;nbsp; The Dove Men's line sent me some products to try out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJ3HpTRNOdQ/Tudnw45UmrI/AAAAAAAACnk/X2IxQ5BpvLs/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJ3HpTRNOdQ/Tudnw45UmrI/AAAAAAAACnk/X2IxQ5BpvLs/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now I first gave these products a try at home. See that is the perfect place to try them. I can sit in my big tub and lather up with some&amp;nbsp; Sensitive Clean Body and Face wash that is unscented and dye free.&amp;nbsp; It comes in an easy to hold bottle. Flip open lid can be done with the flick of a finger. I make sure that I never take a bath or a shower without this product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1E-aA7i8u0/Tudn3qUKxJI/AAAAAAAACn0/ZkpU89r7eBM/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1E-aA7i8u0/Tudn3qUKxJI/AAAAAAAACn0/ZkpU89r7eBM/s400/DSC_0100.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They sent me a handy Active Clean Dual Sided Shower Tool. Now this may not be the kind of tool you are thinking about when you talk about having fun in the shower but this tool combined with any of the Dove Men + Care products. I also love using the Extra Fresh Body and Face Bar. Now from the moment I opened the box I could smell the explosion of scent and I loved it. This bar of foams up faster than a dog in heat looking out of the window at a little female dog chillin' in the front yard.&amp;nbsp; I have to tell you that I am not big on deodorants. For some reason I just don't like to use them that much anymore. That doesn't mean I smell people. I just don't like the way they chalk up on my white shirts and if I wear a beater then they leave a mess on my other shirts, but I gave their deodorant a try and I was surprised. The Clean Comfort Deodorant worked very well. A nice compliment to the other products. Have only used it a few times and I have liked it for the most part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I have to say that my favorite product was the body wash that came easy to hold and open bottle. Nothing makes you feel more like a man than having a nice big bottle of body wash. Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPM4i1mlZVk/Tudn8GiQZ_I/AAAAAAAACn8/kyHAN0G-vAw/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPM4i1mlZVk/Tudn8GiQZ_I/AAAAAAAACn8/kyHAN0G-vAw/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Now you can go to the &lt;a href="http://content.dove.us/mencare/mobile/Products.aspx"&gt;Dove Men + Care&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;website to find out about all of the NEW products they have out.&amp;nbsp; They were also kind enough to send me out a awesome case to carry my stuff in and that makes it easy for me to keep all of my man care products separate in my gym bag, since that is where I do most of my showering these days, trying to keep my body fit and a fit body have to stay moisturized and keep healthy looking skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6VTtVay-_jo/Tudn-uc6H2I/AAAAAAAACoE/QT2bQUFyAHk/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6VTtVay-_jo/Tudn-uc6H2I/AAAAAAAACoE/QT2bQUFyAHk/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿So for all of you that are still looking to get that man in your life something for Christmas, make sure you check out the NEW products from Dove Men + Care.&amp;nbsp; Your father, brother, older children, and ladies maybe your husband works hard and smells and isn't comfortable in his own skin....Well now is the time that he can. Give him that boost of confidence. Give him some &lt;a href="http://content.dove.us/mencare/mobile/Default.aspx"&gt;Dove Men + Care&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;**I was sent these products by Dove for personal use and not paid for this review of the products**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-7225754135593108153?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/7225754135593108153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=7225754135593108153&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7225754135593108153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7225754135593108153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/know-what-i-love-i-love-me-some-dove.html' title='Know What I love?  I love me some Dove'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCqK04P3WrI/TudnyS6noZI/AAAAAAAACns/_-Et1adXI_A/s72-c/DSC_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-6843226072587787463</id><published>2011-12-12T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:37:40.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Excuse me, Can you please show me your Panties?</title><content type='html'>Department.&amp;nbsp;The Panties Department, not what you have on...... &lt;br /&gt;So we took a ever fun trip to the mall on Saturday. Yeah, the best time of the year to go to the mall is the weeks right before Christmas. Nothing but assholes (including me) walking around bumping into you and standing in the way...but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday it occurred to me that I actually am embarrassed about something. ME, yes!&amp;nbsp; The person that never gets embarrassed.&amp;nbsp; I can buy pads and softcups, rubbers and whatever else T wants me to pick up.&amp;nbsp; I can walk around with wood in public and no problem...but as we stood and waited in a certain area of a store I realized as I looked at this stuff, I could never buy this for my wife. Buying it FOR HER is not the problem...Its sifting, sorting, looking, sniffing, feeling, trying them on...never mind that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANTIES.&amp;nbsp; Now purchasing them is not the problem.&amp;nbsp; But I was standing there and noticed that there are so many and some of them were HOT.&amp;nbsp; T came out of the bathroom and I was like "Damn, some of these look nice".&amp;nbsp; In order for me to buy her panties, I would have to look at them, thumb through them, hold them up, feel them for softness.&amp;nbsp; Now if I wasn't already dirty enough this would make me look like a pervert in the department store.&amp;nbsp;What am I going to do, walk up to some sales lady&amp;nbsp;that probably looks like my grandmother and say "Hey, what do you think of these?" or "Excuse me, are these comfortable?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-45-C9Idr1hw/TuYFoqJEqBI/AAAAAAAACnM/fyudiv4TJnA/s1600/panties.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-45-C9Idr1hw/TuYFoqJEqBI/AAAAAAAACnM/fyudiv4TJnA/s320/panties.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now,&amp;nbsp;I dont do the Victorias Secret (Kicked out a women for Breastfeeding)&amp;nbsp;but I swear the section of the store where the women's panties were was like a candy store for kids. I felt like I had a bobble head. Looking all around from afar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now I wouldn't have gone this far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hF8GiZoswBs/TuYT2BkPDHI/AAAAAAAACnU/qyb3LI3_Y7M/s1600/sniffing-panties-300x240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hF8GiZoswBs/TuYT2BkPDHI/AAAAAAAACnU/qyb3LI3_Y7M/s1600/sniffing-panties-300x240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would actually sniff any panties. Like I said I am dirty, but not that dirty.&amp;nbsp; I looked at T and actually said to her "I couldn't buy you any panties, there are so many and I like a lot of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that I don't like to shop and when I actually do I am very indecisive, I would probably end up leaving the mall looking like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2ZmA6R3ixo/TuYaO29rpWI/AAAAAAAACnc/ilAlO1pxt98/s1600/bags.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2ZmA6R3ixo/TuYaO29rpWI/AAAAAAAACnc/ilAlO1pxt98/s320/bags.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I will just leave the panty shopping to T.&amp;nbsp; I have never complained about the panties she has bought before so I don't think I will anytime soon. And if you happen to be at a mall and see some guy walking about the panty section for hours with this crazed look on his face, don't rush to judgement and call security, remember he may be like me and just in shock and or embarrassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kiss The Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-6843226072587787463?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/6843226072587787463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=6843226072587787463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6843226072587787463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6843226072587787463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/excuse-me-can-you-please-show-me-your.html' title='Excuse me, Can you please show me your Panties?'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-45-C9Idr1hw/TuYFoqJEqBI/AAAAAAAACnM/fyudiv4TJnA/s72-c/panties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-998945011037189180</id><published>2011-12-09T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:22:24.042-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 Q F'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4C&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-F-T'/><title type='text'>Fridays Final Thoughts 12-9-11..Mixing Me and Mama M....A strong cocktail of blogs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisdaddysblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="This Daddy's Blog" border="0" src="http://i889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/thinkerguy-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Fridays Final Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we go.&amp;nbsp; We are getting closer to Christmas and there is lots to do.&amp;nbsp; Go here and there, and almost seems like everywhere.&amp;nbsp; Wrap this and that and tape here and there and it gets to be so much.&amp;nbsp; But, it is all for the kids. (Except that PS3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been about 5 days and I am so happy as a dad to say that C1 is doing great with his new braces. If I had a picture I would post it. I know nothing about braces and how they work but T has said that over the past few days his teeth are already moving and that it a good thing. I know he didn't get the low pain tolerance from me, cause he is awesome, I would be laid up in bed crying (and playing my PS3).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C2, has become my book reader. At night HE loves to read to the family. I tried to read a Christmas Book the other night and he demanded to read it. I love that and even&amp;nbsp;the other&amp;nbsp;night C1 and C2 read Christmas books to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C3, has really embraced the Christmas Spirit, we put a radio in her room and she falls asleep listening to Christmas Music every night. She loves it. She is my little sweetheart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C4, T went out to a friends last Friday night and I was stressing a little about getting C4 to sleep. Most of the time he has Ninny Juice when its bed time. Well I have NO Ninnys and NO Ninny Juice, so that was a no go there. Well after I got the kids in other kids in bed, I took him to our room and he got to watch one show of Dora (which he loves).&amp;nbsp; After that I put it on the Oregon-Ucla game and he started saying football over and over. When I said football, he said "No-Dora-Boots". I said "No-football" and the back and forth was on from Football to Dora Boots. But I outsmarted him.&amp;nbsp; "I love C4"---"No, I love Dadda" I won, even though we watched another Dora Boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T got home about 1am and I locked her ass out. On accident. I was asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got up to let her in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not sure what the plans are this weekend but I know there will be some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fun mixed in with a little bit of whatever else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm linking up with &lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/"&gt;MamaM of My Little Life aka 5 Crooked Halos&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 Q F (Five Question Friday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;﻿1. What is your favorite Christmas cookie?&lt;/strong&gt; Easy, the one that has left crumbs all over my face. T made a cookie with a Hershey Kiss in the middle that shit rocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What's your favorite holiday movie &amp;amp; why?&lt;/strong&gt; T and I love "Christmas Vacation"..Classic.&amp;nbsp; I love watching "Polar Express" with the kids, keeps Santa real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Is there a gift that you bought for your kids that you wish you hadn't after they opened it?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sure there have been some, they get so many that some don't get played with as much. But I'm sure there is always a gift that sits there and I look at it and say "WHY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What is the messiest room in your house right at this moment?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm going to say the storage room downstairs. No matter how many times I clean that thing out and rearrange it, it never stays clean.&amp;nbsp; Garage is also that way, if that counts as a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What is the furthest you have driven for the holidays?&lt;/strong&gt; I think I drove from Florida to Indiana once when I lived with my Grandparents and my parents were stationed at the old Fort Ben Harrison? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISS THE BABY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-998945011037189180?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/998945011037189180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=998945011037189180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/998945011037189180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/998945011037189180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/fridays-final-thoughts-12-9-11mixing-me.html' title='Fridays Final Thoughts 12-9-11..Mixing Me and Mama M....A strong cocktail of blogs..'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-5285418657639445161</id><published>2011-12-08T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T13:23:49.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Instead SoftCups'/><title type='text'>You may not drink out of this cup. Period. End of Tampon Story</title><content type='html'>OK, so T did a wonderful post today about women and periods and bleeding and being crabby and then using Softcups instead of tampons and so much more.&amp;nbsp; If you want to read that blog post you can just by going on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycrazy4.com/"&gt;T's Blog&amp;nbsp; MyCrazy4&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm going to blog about my side of all of this.&amp;nbsp; Now I have been with T for 12 years and we have been married for over 11 and she in no way shape or form can embarrass me. Nothing she can do can make me gag or feel sick or grossed out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too&amp;nbsp;often I have walked into our bathroom and have stood over my sink and I have looked down and seen a pair of panties (ummm yeah) and then I notice wrappers around from pads and tampons and all kinds of shit laying around. Looks like a damn war zone in there. I have no problem with monthly time undergarments laying in my side of the sink. I go on about my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that when that special time of the month comes it is time to NOT MESS WITH T!!&amp;nbsp; No games, no jokes, no trying for PO-DO every night. Well OK, I always try for the PO-DO...Just like most women on their periods she can be the biggest bitch. (I said it, and may need a place to stay) She is ill, and crampy and back hurts and I have to put in more rub time. That all sucked ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day it all happened. I can remember exactly how or when but the winds blew from a different direction and the clouds parted and the sun came out and it was all different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her----&amp;gt; "I'm going to try out these SOFTCUPS"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Me----&amp;gt; "Yeah, OK that is so great" "What the hell is a Softcup?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I get the education and she and I begin talking about it on twitter and I am hearing about all of it and ohhhh and ahhhhh.&amp;nbsp; These are so great. Well whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day I get a phone call and she tells me she had a coupon (go figure) and she got some. I then get home and she is having a hard time the first day. Asking me if I want to watch and shit. OK, now I am beginning to be grossed out.&amp;nbsp; Threw her for a loop though when I said YES.&amp;nbsp; She shut the door and all I can hear through the door are sounds like she is fighting in there with someone. I hear shit falling and the walls are shaking. She couldn't even find the directions. Directions?&amp;nbsp; Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes out and all is better. Her----&amp;gt; "I had to dump the cup"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me----&amp;gt; "Excuse Me?"&amp;nbsp; She explained to me what she had to do and how she had to do it and showing me the finger pinching motions and stuff.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of all of this...the second day she is telling me how she is having NO cramps and she isn't hurting and its better for the body and all that kind of stuff. The Softcups have made her such a joy to be around during the womanly time of the month and it makes it that much more fun to rub her back. Now when that special time comes, I don't see red eyes and fangs, I only see angel wings and hear songs of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to admit, that since I am normally the dirty one in the family, it does make me laugh when I hear the words "I have to dump the cup"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, no more panties in my sink.&amp;nbsp; No more little boys running around with tampons trying to get the cat to play with the string.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only get her to stop leaving the cup in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I do think that there has been a huge difference in T since the switch and it also gave me the chance to learn more about TSS.&amp;nbsp; With a wife and a daughter, I do feel it is important to at least know about these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-5285418657639445161?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/5285418657639445161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=5285418657639445161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/5285418657639445161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/5285418657639445161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/you-may-not-drink-out-of-this-cup.html' title='You may not drink out of this cup. Period. End of Tampon Story'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-1753284987031635437</id><published>2011-12-07T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T11:20:45.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4C&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday...but with a few words....Fun on the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WORD&lt;strike&gt;LESS&lt;/strike&gt;FUL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WEDNESDAY﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well you all know that I can never play by the rules of the Wordless Wednesday, so I just make my own rules as I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well this weekend the weather was pretty nice out and so after a little of this and that, so errands and before and after the Falcons game on Sunday we got us some good outside time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me introduce you to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BIKER BROTHERS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkAR-lCYNy8/Tt-DhUUw1UI/AAAAAAAACmU/UP53THLvCkU/s1600/c1c2weekend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkAR-lCYNy8/Tt-DhUUw1UI/AAAAAAAACmU/UP53THLvCkU/s400/c1c2weekend.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C1 and C2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9GJTIQ0PsJ0/Tt-DiE1B4-I/AAAAAAAACmc/fXCUwD4jKaw/s1600/c1weekend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9GJTIQ0PsJ0/Tt-DiE1B4-I/AAAAAAAACmc/fXCUwD4jKaw/s400/c1weekend.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C1 with his favorite "Beary" along for the ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oodxddoDTYA/Tt-DjPn7OZI/AAAAAAAACmk/J8kjdTZeUK0/s1600/c2weekend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oodxddoDTYA/Tt-DjPn7OZI/AAAAAAAACmk/J8kjdTZeUK0/s400/c2weekend.jpg" width="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C2 who loves to crash into everything while on his bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0D5efbUSdw/Tt-DmPATWdI/AAAAAAAACm8/zKO_gwPOFx8/s1600/carlyweekend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0D5efbUSdw/Tt-DmPATWdI/AAAAAAAACm8/zKO_gwPOFx8/s400/carlyweekend.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C3 taking a break and having a snack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfLJKp4pzF8/Tt-DlM8V59I/AAAAAAAACm0/rnYei8uXoR8/s1600/c4weekend2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfLJKp4pzF8/Tt-DlM8V59I/AAAAAAAACm0/rnYei8uXoR8/s400/c4weekend2.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh, found this old #7 Mike Vick jersey and I got it on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C4. He wore it during the game and then out playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H7xwU9a3MFs/Tt-DkdS03kI/AAAAAAAACms/JyxnfX2sySE/s1600/c4weekend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H7xwU9a3MFs/Tt-DkdS03kI/AAAAAAAACms/JyxnfX2sySE/s400/c4weekend.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They were all tired after a long day of playing but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think he may have been the most tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkMpqwSck2k/Tt-DnMsK1sI/AAAAAAAACnE/qQVC8oRF5fI/s1600/reindeerweekend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkMpqwSck2k/Tt-DnMsK1sI/AAAAAAAACnE/qQVC8oRF5fI/s400/reindeerweekend.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And after a long day of playing in the fields our two little &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Reindeer like to come in and try to get a little PO-DO on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-1753284987031635437?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/1753284987031635437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=1753284987031635437&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/1753284987031635437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/1753284987031635437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/wordless-wednesdaybut-with-few-wordsfun.html' title='Wordless Wednesday...but with a few words....Fun on the weekend'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkAR-lCYNy8/Tt-DhUUw1UI/AAAAAAAACmU/UP53THLvCkU/s72-c/c1c2weekend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-6666544542323667139</id><published>2011-12-06T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:08:43.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Your Children...Do you know where they are and what they are doing?</title><content type='html'>This post is not 100% accurate. Some of the exact information may be a bit off. (Sorry for that) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here in our local area, another young child (7 year old girl) went missing from a playground close to an apartment building that she lived in. This girl went missing and a few days had passed and by then the local police had been involved and then I believe by Sunday the GBI (Ga. Bureau of Investigations) and the FBI had gotten involved.&amp;nbsp; Late yesterday afternoon after searching several trash dump facilities and dump areas, her body was found. Reports say her body was beaten, sexually abused and she was murdered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may come as a surprise to you but it is almost 2012.&amp;nbsp; The state of our Universe, World, Country, States, Cities and even our neighborhoods are not the same. Gone is the day where you could ride your bike to the store, walk to school, play up the street, at a park by yourself with no parents around. It was safe. It may have been a thought but it wasn't what SOME parents worried about most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to walk to school. I used to fly by myself to visit my grandparents and ride a bike to the store. I used to play up the street. I used to roam all the streets.&amp;nbsp; NOW, there is NO WAY IN HELL that I would let my kids do any of that. NONE OF IT.&amp;nbsp; My kids cant even play in the front yard without me or T being out there. Its not safe out here anymore. No matter where you and your kids are it is just not safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know who to trust anymore. So that brings me to this question.....or rather a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between being a Helicopter Parent and hovering over your kids and being a parent and parenting your kids.&amp;nbsp; You can be a good parent and take your kids places and watch them without having to be up their ass to be safe.&amp;nbsp; Go to a playground with them, watch them...You don't have to slide down the slide with them.&amp;nbsp; So many parents today let their kids do whatever. Go anywhere. Those parents are going to say "We are giving our child the freedom to grow" OK, and when they are stolen away from you? And don't say it wont happen to you..because the fact of the matter is IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU....IT CAN HAPPEN TO THOSE OF US THAT WATCH OUR KIDS TOO.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may take you months, years to get pregnant. Takes you all those months to give birth. Takes you years to teach your child to be safe, right from wrong, reading, writing, good, bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....It takes SECONDS for your child to get missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to sound like an asshole to the parents that let their kids do whatever, but I am just trying to remind you, you and you, and even YOU, all of you and even T and me...That our kids, your kids, those peoples kids are the MOST IMPORTANT kids in the world.&amp;nbsp; Be a parent and parent your kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, does letting them play up and down the street teach them that much about the world that they cant learn without you sitting outside and watching them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is never going to be a good time to say to those parents who have lost kids "What could you have done differently?"&amp;nbsp; But I would bet money that the thought of those parents who have lost children is exactly that. "What could I have done differently?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect, I am no where near perfect. Not close. But damn, I don't see how it is that hard to be protective over your kids and let them grow at the same time.&amp;nbsp; Being protective over your kids is a good thing to do. Keeping them safe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, guess that is why people laugh at T and I and wonder why we don't let our kids do more...But you know what, that shit doesn't bother us,&amp;nbsp; we PARENT and we watch over our kids. We don't hover or helicopter but we do watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to those parents who have lost children. Please think about it and do whatever you can to make sure your kids are always safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-6666544542323667139?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/6666544542323667139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=6666544542323667139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6666544542323667139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6666544542323667139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/this-post-is-not-100-accurate.html' title='Your Children...Do you know where they are and what they are doing?'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-8366978146738008864</id><published>2011-12-05T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T12:25:02.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Wee-Kend Fun........Arthur Christmas</title><content type='html'>You would have never guessed by my acts of trying to get attention or bringing notice to myself, but I am an only child.&amp;nbsp; I know may be a surprise to you but its true, I am kind of an attention hog, maybe its cause I am a Leo too? Who knows.&amp;nbsp; Who cares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we took the C's to see a Christmas movie this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arthur Christmas﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyt_vlF7Qrg/TtzvqjF5hYI/AAAAAAAACmE/1UaVZond91U/s1600/arthur+christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyt_vlF7Qrg/TtzvqjF5hYI/AAAAAAAACmE/1UaVZond91U/s1600/arthur+christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Overall we liked the movie. Had two moments we could have done without two parts but they were brief and no harm done.(Hopefully)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Story about Christmas and the only one in the family of Clause's that still believes in the true meaning of Christmas. He is the one that opens and reads and answers all of the letters. Arthur. The almost forgotten son the present time Santa.&amp;nbsp; The present Santa has another son, Steve. Steve is the older brother, next in line to be Santa and he has updated and futurized the way Christmas is brought to all the boys and girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Problem is that with all the fancy smancy high tech stuff used to get all the wonderful gifts to all the kids with Santa kind of just being there, one child is going to be without a gift when it falls off the conveyor belt. Well when Arthur finds out that the one gift was left behind and he sent that little girl a letter back, he knew it was up to him to get that gift to that little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He knew in his heart of heart he couldn't have one person NOT believing in the magic of Santa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So what did he do?&amp;nbsp; He went to his crazy old (very funny) GrandSanta. GrandSanta had the plan of doing it old school and getting the job done. Now at first he was doing it for all the wrong reason, then ol GrandSanta and Arthur and the stow-away Elf, made a decision that it was about having this little girl believe for the right reason. The Magic of Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Coming to the end of the movie, after realizing that the real heir apparent to be the next Santa, Arthur's dad knew he had to hand the job over to him. Steve was a good son and good brother but he was all into the business side of Christmas and Arthur was so old school and cared only about the children that would wake up with smiles.&amp;nbsp; Santa knew that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One thing I took from this movie it that you can always try to do things bigger and better but if you lose sight of the real and true meaning of why you are doing it, then its lost and it doesn't even matter anymore.&amp;nbsp; It also pointed out that no matter how many children you have, they are all going to be good at different things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I do have to say that the movie was good and funny and had some light moments. My favorite character had to be GrandSanta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_HpiPjp7vE/Ttz8exHYiLI/AAAAAAAACmM/3u-oDf2GXLY/s1600/art+christmass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_HpiPjp7vE/Ttz8exHYiLI/AAAAAAAACmM/3u-oDf2GXLY/s1600/art+christmass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;GrandSanta.&amp;nbsp; The feisty ol Santa of yesteryear's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy it with the kids and let the magic live on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kiss the Baby﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-8366978146738008864?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/8366978146738008864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=8366978146738008864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-7958039559076694499</id><published>2011-12-02T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:46:17.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-F-T'/><title type='text'>Fridays Final Thoughts 12-2-11  Can't Help You today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisdaddysblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="This Daddy's Blog" border="0" src="http://i889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/thinkerguy-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FRIDAYS FINAL THOUGHTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, don't have any today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try again some other time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-7958039559076694499?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/7958039559076694499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=7958039559076694499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7958039559076694499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7958039559076694499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/fridays-final-thoughts-12-2-11-cant.html' title='Fridays Final Thoughts 12-2-11  Can&apos;t Help You today'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-7473865399453475200</id><published>2011-12-01T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:02:16.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'>Im Not on Steroids but........</title><content type='html'>You might have thought so by my actions this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always learning lessons in life about growing up, even at the age of 39.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning at the gym was a very interesting morning to say the least.&amp;nbsp; I have missed the past few days with a sore pec area or chest or whatever and I finally felt good enough to go and lift some weights.&amp;nbsp; Guess all the testosterone was flowing in me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have blogged before about this guy at the gym who helps train these high school kids and how I didn't like the way he talked down to them. He isn't a coach, and I am not even sure if any of the kids are even his or not, but anyways....the guy is just what I would describe as a jerk. A loud, mouthy jerk. Now I'm a jerk too, but only after you get to know me. People love me at first. Then they dislike me.&amp;nbsp; This guy happens to be a Georgia Bulldog fan as well. I cant stand the Dawgs, never have, never will, just not my team of choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history.&amp;nbsp; I have been going to this gym for almost a year.&amp;nbsp; This guy who I have never said anything to except in the conversation of sport in a passing manner.&amp;nbsp; I hate talking at the gym. I'm there to work out for my hour and a half, no time to talk. He knows I love the Texas Longhorns and I know he love the Dawgs.&amp;nbsp; I have never even given this guy the impression that I don't like him or how he talks to those kids, simply because I don't talk to anyone at the gym, except for the two guys that train me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I walk into the gym and I don't even have my gloves on yet and I start hearing about the Dawgs and the LSU game and how the Dawgs are better than Texas and the SEC is this and that and I am thinking to myself...THIS IS WHY I HATE MOST BULLDOG FANS.&amp;nbsp; I am working out and all I keep hearing is the Texas sucks and Dawgs are this and that and check the records and all of it. The shit talking is going back and forth and that I don't mind. I can handle the trash, I talk it, I love it. Texas has had two bad years and Georgia is finally back up there and the SEC is always good and has strong teams. I love sports, so I am not idiot when it comes to the actual facts of sports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I love to talk shit and can handle the trash talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is when this guy, keeps following me around the gym and then at the point when I am laying down on the bench decides to lean over in my face and make it personal to me (in MY opinion) that is where I have the issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your bitch ass queer Texas school" I'm still OK with that. Just not in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You gonna let your kids go to that bitch ass queer school?"&amp;nbsp; At that point right there is where I dropped the dumbbells and bounced up off the bench and got up close and personal, face to face and more words and that is when one of the guys that trains me Scott, broke it up and eased the tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, I am not a personal confrontational person. I will not get into it with you unless you mess with my wife and kids.&amp;nbsp; But when you f eel the need to follow me and then get in my face, I will waste no time in doing what I need to do to either diffuse the situation or I'm gonna go ahead and beat your face in. Thank You and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I know I still have growing up to do and I will learn from this mornings actions at the gym.. Still not becoming a Bulldogs fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-7473865399453475200?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/7473865399453475200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=7473865399453475200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7473865399453475200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7473865399453475200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/12/im-not-on-steroids-but.html' title='Im Not on Steroids but........'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-4929654626515564234</id><published>2011-11-30T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:45:26.833-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bert Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berts Big Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bert Weiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey Weiss'/><title type='text'>Can You Feel It?  The Needo for Speedo!</title><content type='html'>If you are a parent that has been to Disney you know how much it can cost you. T and I are lucky enough to have four healthy kids and Disney still breaks us to the bone every year when we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for just a minute imagine that you are the parent of a special needs or terminally ill child.&amp;nbsp; I cant begin to understand what those parents go through. I stress about everything as it is. Think about all the hardships that the kids deal with and all the pressures and stresses that the parents have to handle to be able to take care of their children. Take the most trivial thing for a family in that situation like going to Disney and it becomes not so trivial. It becomes a big production. They have to have so much more planned than an family of 6 like us do.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure the money is an issue. A huge issue. Doctors, helpers, whatever that the family uses or needs on a daily basis, they have to account for that on this thought out, in depth vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for a family in this situation is ever a guarantee.&amp;nbsp; But for them going to Disney there is one guarantee and its a big one. The smiles on the kids. Smiles, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to my friend and his radio show, &lt;a href="http://thebertshow.com/"&gt;The Bert Show&lt;/a&gt;. OK, I'm lying he isn't MY friend, but I am his friend. Wait, OK. Honestly, I'm just a twitter and radio stalker that listens to him and he does so many great things for the youth of the city of Atlanta and surrounding areas and this is just another way I can try to be helpful and spread the word. But I know people that know people that know him, so we are friends in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gZhxEto7pc/TtZcXL2LYtI/AAAAAAAACl8/2PG1XZSYWcw/s1600/Bert-Weiss-Speedo-Run_Rustic-White001-199x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gZhxEto7pc/TtZcXL2LYtI/AAAAAAAACl8/2PG1XZSYWcw/s1600/Bert-Weiss-Speedo-Run_Rustic-White001-199x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert Weiss and his wife Stacey have a Non-Profit called Berts Big Adventure. &lt;a href="http://www.bertsbigadventure.org/"&gt;Berts Big Adventure Website&lt;/a&gt;. Some of you are saying "What is Berts Big Adventure?" Well its&amp;nbsp;a non-profit organization, committed to changing the lives of children with chronic and terminal illnesses. And they have both been doing this for 10+years now. And just how do Bert and Stacey change the lives of these children? Well besides helping families all year round in different ways, one of the biggest things they do is take families to Disney World in Orlando, Fl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not well off by any means, I try and we try as a family to do things to help others. I cant always donate money, but we try to give toys, used or not, clothes, used or not to families that really need the help. Food, we donate food as well. Now Berts Big Adventure accepts donations for the big trip and does so in many different ways.&amp;nbsp; This year there is a special way to donate and you actually get something back in return, other than the feeling of being a great help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do a thing in Atlanta called the &lt;a href="http://atlantasantaspeedorun.org/"&gt;Santa Speedo Run&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;where people run around the city of Atlanta in speedos or bikinis in the winter time and have fun.&amp;nbsp; Teams are formed and money is raised to benefit different causes.&amp;nbsp; Well Berts wife Stacey is doing this and Bert was going to but he has a prior obligation which is causing him to not be in a speedo and run. Now if you haven't seen Bert, he isn't a bad looking dude. He is trained by The Biggest Losers Dolvette, so that may just tell you that he is in fact in decent shape. So since he wont run around the city in a speedo, you are more than able to catch a peek at him in that speedo. All you have to do is donate here &lt;a href="http://thebertshow.com/bert-strips-down-for-your-donations/"&gt;Bert Strips Down for Donations&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and if you get to the magic number, he will bare it all down to the speedo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem silly and crazy but Bert and Stacey really go all out and do what they have to help these kids and the families. I hear about these stories and responses from people about how great it is.&amp;nbsp; You have a guy and his wife who have two young boys, yet they do all of this for these other kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, I know that I only reach certain readers that have come to know Me, T and the 4 C's and maybe you don't have or know anyone that has chronic or terminally ill children, but then again maybe you do.&amp;nbsp; I'm not asking you specifically to donate, but to just spread the word around, tell people to come read the blog and go to the sites and see what it is all about. Maybe some of you ladies want to see Bert in a speedo, maybe some of my males readers do too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it? Shhhh, listen..Can you hear it?&amp;nbsp; Its the sound of women talking about how good Bert looks, and its the sound of jealous men all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebertshow.com/"&gt;The Bert Show Radio Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bertsbigadventure.org/"&gt;Berts Big Adventure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://atlantasantaspeedorun.org/"&gt;Atlanta Santa Run&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebertshow.com/bert-strips-down-for-your-donations/"&gt;Bert-strips-down-for-your-donations page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-4929654626515564234?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/4929654626515564234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=4929654626515564234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/4929654626515564234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/4929654626515564234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/can-you-feel-it-needo-for-speedo.html' title='Can You Feel It?  The Needo for Speedo!'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gZhxEto7pc/TtZcXL2LYtI/AAAAAAAACl8/2PG1XZSYWcw/s72-c/Bert-Weiss-Speedo-Run_Rustic-White001-199x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-2421513983525346706</id><published>2011-11-29T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T12:16:21.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tree Farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>Only in the South can you run through a Christmas tree farm and there not be snow on the ground.&amp;nbsp; We got to the tree farm and the kids loved it. Rows and rows of trees to run through and around and they had a blast. I think they may have wanted every tree. Some big, some small, Charlie Brown trees, but we finally agreed on that perfect one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CIfwbN1ZB-8/TtUHc3qjcWI/AAAAAAAACjs/UAJdcovWVw4/s1600/carly+and+camlin+in+trees.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CIfwbN1ZB-8/TtUHc3qjcWI/AAAAAAAACjs/UAJdcovWVw4/s400/carly+and+camlin+in+trees.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C3 and C4 Field of Christmas Tree Dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w6nJOV29xjw/TtUHhvPcN1I/AAAAAAAACj0/9OD6k9Lr4T0/s1600/carson+and+cain+in+trees.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w6nJOV29xjw/TtUHhvPcN1I/AAAAAAAACj0/9OD6k9Lr4T0/s400/carson+and+cain+in+trees.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C1 and C2 heading different directions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdk0SOsWeRo/TtUHliVgLvI/AAAAAAAACj8/fB_QWmAnMQw/s1600/scott+and+camlin.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdk0SOsWeRo/TtUHliVgLvI/AAAAAAAACj8/fB_QWmAnMQw/s640/scott+and+camlin.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C4 helping me check this tree out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYU2CXhsMxg/TtUHrhKvDfI/AAAAAAAACkE/AYKPDYWNBcs/s1600/scott+and+tree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYU2CXhsMxg/TtUHrhKvDfI/AAAAAAAACkE/AYKPDYWNBcs/s640/scott+and+tree.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How do I get this tree? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAbJMFQS15E/TtUHw5ezmoI/AAAAAAAACkM/vIQvbJmxxBk/s1600/tree+on+van.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAbJMFQS15E/TtUHw5ezmoI/AAAAAAAACkM/vIQvbJmxxBk/s400/tree+on+van.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Got it on the van&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dlqA0wEQjbA/TtUH1tk-muI/AAAAAAAACkU/h3axMLLc2tw/s1600/tree+trim.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dlqA0wEQjbA/TtUH1tk-muI/AAAAAAAACkU/h3axMLLc2tw/s400/tree+trim.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carried it to the men so they could hook it up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk5oMNkvfVA/TtUIC4j8CZI/AAAAAAAACks/cS4gDNRhOKc/s1600/cut+tree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk5oMNkvfVA/TtUIC4j8CZI/AAAAAAAACks/cS4gDNRhOKc/s400/cut+tree.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This guy cut the end and cleaned it up for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3mI48ei5U4/TtUH5gb_-XI/AAAAAAAACkc/Kil1J1myhzQ/s1600/shake+tree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3mI48ei5U4/TtUH5gb_-XI/AAAAAAAACkc/Kil1J1myhzQ/s400/shake+tree.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then he shook what his mamma gave him. The Tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-Ju1L9EVZo/TtUH-rC-aNI/AAAAAAAACkk/sMSKKa1pH0g/s1600/wrap+tree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-Ju1L9EVZo/TtUH-rC-aNI/AAAAAAAACkk/sMSKKa1pH0g/s400/wrap+tree.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then they wrapped it up and loaded it up for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-giBVONv8_nk/TtUIgGc8--I/AAAAAAAAClk/Vl3J9fCS_T4/s1600/smores.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-giBVONv8_nk/TtUIgGc8--I/AAAAAAAAClk/Vl3J9fCS_T4/s640/smores.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time for some smores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aftobvw7rpM/TtUIk2AjYPI/AAAAAAAACls/4aq6jeLCVcw/s1600/smores2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aftobvw7rpM/TtUIk2AjYPI/AAAAAAAACls/4aq6jeLCVcw/s640/smores2.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone waiting so nicely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hH-DGmaUSq0/TtUIG2ltf9I/AAAAAAAACk0/z17BWYGXVos/s1600/christmas+stuff.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hH-DGmaUSq0/TtUIG2ltf9I/AAAAAAAACk0/z17BWYGXVos/s400/christmas+stuff.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh, now the fun part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xUrgywH1SJE/TtUILcDBH-I/AAAAAAAACk8/BFv36pOpzLI/s1600/ornaments.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xUrgywH1SJE/TtUILcDBH-I/AAAAAAAACk8/BFv36pOpzLI/s400/ornaments.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C1 waited all day to decorate the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sfd6Sk61TGM/TtUIQ2FZG8I/AAAAAAAAClE/AVEz0sYaVYA/s1600/ornaments2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sfd6Sk61TGM/TtUIQ2FZG8I/AAAAAAAAClE/AVEz0sYaVYA/s400/ornaments2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C3 had a great time, little decorator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmNosU8wXXQ/TtUIVM01dDI/AAAAAAAAClM/5rLHwiOBuWQ/s1600/ornaments3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmNosU8wXXQ/TtUIVM01dDI/AAAAAAAAClM/5rLHwiOBuWQ/s400/ornaments3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C2, he had fun this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYt8mMTDnp4/TtUIZMf2OLI/AAAAAAAAClU/mspdOV8oGmo/s1600/ornaments4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYt8mMTDnp4/TtUIZMf2OLI/AAAAAAAAClU/mspdOV8oGmo/s400/ornaments4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one cant keep his hands off the tree or the ornaments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NbdP-Khtpw8/TtUIcFqxMzI/AAAAAAAAClc/OXrvKgR-7Zs/s1600/ornaments6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NbdP-Khtpw8/TtUIcFqxMzI/AAAAAAAAClc/OXrvKgR-7Zs/s400/ornaments6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Which meant he was a very good helper to mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So find out tomorrow if the tree is still standing and what it looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-2421513983525346706?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/2421513983525346706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=2421513983525346706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2421513983525346706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2421513983525346706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CIfwbN1ZB-8/TtUHc3qjcWI/AAAAAAAACjs/UAJdcovWVw4/s72-c/carly+and+camlin+in+trees.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-3333682658015792927</id><published>2011-11-28T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T11:25:55.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELFIE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Elf on the Shelf'/><title type='text'>Wee-Kend Fun.......Its Really Real. For Real.</title><content type='html'>How do you determine what a good weekend was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is Monday and you say it was a good weekend cause no one died, then you may have to rethink your weekends.&amp;nbsp; If Monday rolls around and you say to yourself, I changed too many shitty diapers then you may need to change your diet, or your kids depending on who is wearing the diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend, know how I am claiming that this past weekend was a success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put up Christmas Decorations, a Christmas Tree, and Ornaments and they are all still standing.&amp;nbsp; A 2yo that cant keep his hands off the tree managed to not pull it down.&amp;nbsp; A 4yo that loves to touch the ornaments and sleep with them all, didn't pull the tree down.&amp;nbsp; Two older brothers that want to wrestle around the room couldn't knock this tree down this weekend. Winner Winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we went to the local tree farm. We decided that this year we would do the real tree thing.&amp;nbsp; Our first real tree since the kids have been born.&amp;nbsp; This was maybe the most awesome display of keeping it local that you can have. I mean buying your Christmas Tree from a tree farm that is 10 minutes from your house, doesn't get more local than that.&amp;nbsp; The kids loved this.&amp;nbsp; They got to run through the rows and rows of trees, we had smores but the fire pit and they got to see the guys, cut our tree, shakes our tree and then wrap our tree. To say they were excited was an understatement.&amp;nbsp; We got home, I cleaned the stand and C1 helped me bring it in. As soon as we put it in the stand, all you could hear was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Can we decorate the tree? Over and Over and Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saved the tree decorating until Saturday night when it was nice and dark. We had already set up the stuff outside and then we put the lights on and then it was time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The C's went to work decorating with ornaments of all kinds. From Ugly to Nice, Old to New and the only ones that didn't stay on the tree....the ugly ones that T took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had some antic from Elfie this weekend. From sitting on top of the fridge to bringing some friends along and climbing his way up to the clock on the wall. I am wondering when he is going to get all crazy on us and have his wild parties like he did last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the realization that anytime we have tubs to move or get out of the storage room, I am going to hurt myself. I can go to the gym and lift hundreds of pounds and not be hurt, but lift some faxing tubs full of Christmas shit or clothes and I can move half my body for the next two days. Right now, its my right arm and right side of my chest. I cant flippin move it. Its like I'm paralyzed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain came in yesterday and pretty much all day long we had some kind of wind and rain. Its has rained all day today and there is a chance of.......that's right, there is a chance of snow flurries tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-3333682658015792927?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/3333682658015792927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=3333682658015792927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3333682658015792927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3333682658015792927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/wee-kend-funits-really-real-for-real.html' title='Wee-Kend Fun.......Its Really Real. For Real.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-1740603649492498517</id><published>2011-11-25T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:48:28.851-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-F-T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELFIE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Elf on the Shelf'/><title type='text'>Fridays Final Thoughts 11-25-11......Guess who is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisdaddysblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="This Daddy's Blog" border="0" src="http://i889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/thinkerguy-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAYS FINAL THOUGHTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its funny, I don't need a day that is filled with food, fun, football, family and whatever else to make me realize how lucky and thankful I am for who and what I have.&amp;nbsp; I have the most wonderful wife, four great kids, two loving parents, and a mother in law that i get along with, and extended family that is kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yesterday after the food and fun, I went to Toys R Us a few hours early and sat in line and actually got the few items I needed without and trouble. Had a little drama, I began to talk shit to the people that were trying to cut into the line but other people around me calmed me down. Me talking shit? Why yes it does happen from time to time.&amp;nbsp; I did not want to accept new member into the SlapAHoe Tribe. I was home by 10pm with the few items and T got the rest online. We are a great team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And being that it was Thanksgiving, a special friend made it back to the house.&amp;nbsp; That's right, the one and only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyWSyosTd3Y/Ts-3ONdGpbI/AAAAAAAACjE/u8bhZAnKT0U/s1600/Elfie+is+back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyWSyosTd3Y/Ts-3ONdGpbI/AAAAAAAACjE/u8bhZAnKT0U/s640/Elfie+is+back.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Elfie. Our Elf on the Shelf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is back. This is where the C2 found him this morning, just hanging around like he normally does.&amp;nbsp; Last year Elfie, caused some trouble and made a mess here and there, but he was always fun to look for and see where he was hiding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now that Elfie is back, we may go to the Christmas Tree farm and pick us out a tree tomorrow. It will be our first time having a real tree and the kids are excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-1740603649492498517?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/1740603649492498517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=1740603649492498517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/1740603649492498517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/1740603649492498517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/fridays-final-thoughts-11-25-11guess.html' title='Fridays Final Thoughts 11-25-11......Guess who is back'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyWSyosTd3Y/Ts-3ONdGpbI/AAAAAAAACjE/u8bhZAnKT0U/s72-c/Elfie+is+back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-8682282505841590825</id><published>2011-11-23T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:32:06.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>The History of Thanksgiving.....Then and Now....The Truth!</title><content type='html'>You want the truth?&amp;nbsp; You can't handle the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back in the day, when we had Pilgrims and all, stuff was different. Im not going to go into too much history but lets just say that it went down like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men gathered in groups and went hunting and rounded up the food while the women stayed at camp and got the other foods ready and took care of the kids and talked about how great their men were for bringing back massive dead animals over their shoulders and roasting them over a huge fire pit.&amp;nbsp; As the men ate big ass turkey legs, the women breastfed and gazed at their husbands as meat juice dripped down off their chins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meals were done, children and men played games while women cleaned and got the camps ready for bedtime and waited for the men to make love to them. (Ok, Im just guessing that is how that happened)&amp;nbsp; Sitting around the fire, men talked shit about the wives and dreamed about days when life would be better...And life did get better..Much better...for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after all these years and history behind us, we realize just how much things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most women go out and get the food for the feast, simply because guys are dumbass' and we don't know what to buy. "You bought the wrong this and that"&amp;nbsp; Women now gather the goodies while us men stay at home with the kids.&amp;nbsp; Depending on what you are cooking, determines now who cooks.&amp;nbsp; I think this is split down the middle.&amp;nbsp; Wives may do the inside cooking while men grill.&amp;nbsp; Like me, I will throw a couple birds on the grill, now while this is happening, women most likely are telling each&amp;nbsp;other how lazy we are.&amp;nbsp; Now during the meal, the wives more than the men I think get the kids plates ready...again for the reason that us guys don't have a clue as to what our kids eat. Now when us guys are chowing down and belching and acting foolish with juice dripping off our chins, the women are telling each other how nasty we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal is complete and most men are trying to watch more football and pass out from food coma on the couch, we believe that the ladies will clean up and let us off the hook. Again the ladies are whispering "My husband is getting NONE tonight, since his lazy ass cant help" and we think all is fine and well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just as we think we are scott free, a babies ass hits us in the face and the smell of shit makes us throw up a little in our mouths. "Diaper Change honey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final difference is that when our fat asses usually get up and play outside, maybe some football, some hunting or whatever, the wives sit and sip the coffee or wine or stronger drinks and laugh at our old fat ass selves, and talk about how the babies are growing so fast. Pump the brakes......."Honey, you can either wake your ass up at 2am to go with me or you can stay home with the kids"...A Black Friday statement that is heard across the country. Which one is worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically what I am saying here is that way way back in the day, us big bad ass men used to run the show and call the shots on this great grand Day of Thanks, but now....We are just a bunch of bitches.&amp;nbsp; That's right, bitches.&amp;nbsp; So guys, you may be saying right now "This dude has no clue, I got my lady on point and I run this game"....yeah, remember that when your tired ass wife is sleeping and your not getting any and I am cleaning the kitchen and my wife is telling me "You are gonna get some tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-8682282505841590825?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/8682282505841590825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=8682282505841590825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8682282505841590825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8682282505841590825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/history-of-thanksgivingthen-and-nowthe.html' title='The History of Thanksgiving.....Then and Now....The Truth!'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-8881482619889968226</id><published>2011-11-22T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:16:58.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>From A to Z, Things I am Thankful For.</title><content type='html'>Being Thankful can have so many different meanings.&amp;nbsp; It kinda depends on what you are thankful for.&amp;nbsp; I can always talk about being thankful for T and the 4 C's, which I will do later this week.&amp;nbsp; I can write about being thankful for having great parents and a great mother in law, but no one wants to read about that..(except them) lol, I can write about having a great job, and I am sure I will once I find it, I think what I am going to do today it let you all know some of the simple things that I am thankful for.&amp;nbsp; The little things that make me smile and make me go Hmmmm.&amp;nbsp; I am going to try and go from A to Z and list the things that I am thankful for that go with each letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;tlanta Falcons-&amp;nbsp;My favorite football team. They support every emotion I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ack Hair- It gives T the chance to be with me while I am in the bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;offee- Best part of waking up, is Coffee in my cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;iapers- So thankful that I have a wife that changes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;arthy- Organic stuff, makes me more regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;riends- The people that I never answer the phone when I call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;ym- I feel like a stud at least 2 hours out of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;orny- I am this all the time. T is not so thankful for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;ntelligence- Keep thinking I will get this stuff one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;eans- The ones that are too BIG for my fat ass. Makes me feel better. (See GYM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;12- Making me realize I am not as smart as my kids. (See Intelligence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;aptops- Easier than carrying around a desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;usic- Every kind, all the time, I listen, I sing, I dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;inny- All the kids have sipped on the Ninny Juice.."Rollin' down the street in a carrier Sippin' On Ninny Juice..laid back with the mind on the Ninny and the Ninny on the Mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;- plain and simple letter that can be used as a word. Ex.- When I forget to do something that T has asked me to do I say "O Shit, I forgot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;O-DO- Ohhh so Thankful, ohhh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;uiet- Something that is never in our home, but then again that would be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;azors- Especially the ones that curve and manscape the man parts with no cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;cott- Hell Yeah. Me, Myself and I. I love Me some Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;witter- I have found so many great people to argue with there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;nderwear- keeping my boys snug and warm-&lt;a href="http://www.freshpair.com/mens/Cocksox.html?CID=SEM-G&amp;amp;9gtype=search&amp;amp;9gkw=cocksox&amp;amp;9gad=6765306520.1&amp;amp;9gag=1904030920"&gt;Im thinking about trying this kind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;asectomy- Nuttin' Like shooting Blanks! (even though a reverse would be nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;ax- What I need to have done to my body hair. Shaving takes forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;ray Vision- I use this on T all the time. And only on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ou- For coming everyday and being trapped into my mind for just a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;OO- This is what my house is when I get home at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed my list and it let you into my life and some of the everyday things that I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-8881482619889968226?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/8881482619889968226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=8881482619889968226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8881482619889968226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8881482619889968226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/from-to-z-things-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='From A to Z, Things I am Thankful For.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-6054754109091734849</id><published>2011-11-21T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:51:57.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Wee-Kend Fun......I Thought Married People Made Out At Movies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8R7utcfI8RA/Tsp1STIAGYI/AAAAAAAACiM/34oaWTDXp8A/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8R7utcfI8RA/Tsp1STIAGYI/AAAAAAAACiM/34oaWTDXp8A/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The weekend before Thanksgiving and it was a weekend that had its ups and downs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday morning we had to be up extra early to be at the Santa Breakfast. That meant the kids getting up before 7am and us getting ready to be somewhere by 8am.&amp;nbsp; We were there by 8:30am and that was fine. The kids enjoyed the Chick-Fil-A breakfast and the juice was from China and they wouldn't let us exchange it for milk so that mean, they started the morning off with a nice dose of Sprite. Whoopie. C3 showed off her hula hooping and limbo skills and won a prize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went to Lowes and did the Build-A-Project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrAJkY0Jh9s/Tsp5C9cMbtI/AAAAAAAACik/OubGGbQ8pk8/s1600/carlysanta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrAJkY0Jh9s/Tsp5C9cMbtI/AAAAAAAACik/OubGGbQ8pk8/s400/carlysanta.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bop4xGBZosk/Tsp49bCymqI/AAAAAAAACiU/GVnzbC7BeqE/s1600/camlinsanta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bop4xGBZosk/Tsp49bCymqI/AAAAAAAACiU/GVnzbC7BeqE/s400/camlinsanta.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The project was a Santa and his Reindeer with the Sleigh made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;out of wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that T and C1 went to the Chiropractor to get snap-crackled-popped. While they were doing that, C4 was doing this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ICS-xxC_do/Tsp4_ISyYdI/AAAAAAAACic/mgRI8Sv33Oc/s1600/camlinsleeping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ICS-xxC_do/Tsp4_ISyYdI/AAAAAAAACic/mgRI8Sv33Oc/s400/camlinsleeping.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And C2 and I were looking like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIFYP6jY_GM/Tsp5JgfskNI/AAAAAAAACi8/SbcfgYu_b7g/s1600/me+and+cain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIFYP6jY_GM/Tsp5JgfskNI/AAAAAAAACi8/SbcfgYu_b7g/s400/me+and+cain.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While he was singing "Moves like Jagger".&amp;nbsp; I was shocked, he knew the words and was rocking back there in his back seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;T then was getting us some lunch and by that time C1 was bored and ready to get out of the van&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09l-h3tb5lA/Tsp5FUZD4MI/AAAAAAAACi0/lVKsnqohSLU/s1600/carsonbored.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09l-h3tb5lA/Tsp5FUZD4MI/AAAAAAAACi0/lVKsnqohSLU/s400/carsonbored.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Plus he was missing his legos that he left at the chiropractors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C3 finally bit the dust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9G6hfBAZm0/Tsp5DnjNm9I/AAAAAAAACis/4sw8zqfyXAo/s1600/carlysleeping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9G6hfBAZm0/Tsp5DnjNm9I/AAAAAAAACis/4sw8zqfyXAo/s400/carlysleeping.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what happens when you stay up late and get up at 6:30am, you crash hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;T and I saw Twilight-Breaking Dawn part 1 Saturday afternoon and we both enjoyed it. The movie was actually pretty good and we are ready for the next one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But somethings were not right about going to the movies with T.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She didn't want to sit in the back row and make out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how hard I tried, I could not get her to the back row to make out with me.&amp;nbsp; I thought going to the movies during the daytime was just code for "Lets Make Out".&amp;nbsp; She did hold my hand though, and that did seem to make my jeans fit a bit tighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a Great Weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss The Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-6054754109091734849?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/6054754109091734849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=6054754109091734849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6054754109091734849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6054754109091734849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/wee-kend-funi-thought-married-people.html' title='Wee-Kend Fun......I Thought Married People Made Out At Movies?'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8R7utcfI8RA/Tsp1STIAGYI/AAAAAAAACiM/34oaWTDXp8A/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-5608169066667410674</id><published>2011-11-18T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:21:26.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-F-T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Fridays Final Thoughts 11-18-11...Im feeling a little Boy Bandish today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisdaddysblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="This Daddy's Blog" border="0" src="http://i889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/thinkerguy-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAYS FINAL THOUGHTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here we are again.&amp;nbsp; This week has come and gone and I am happy to say that we have made it once again to Friday. And for some reason, I am in a Boy Band kind of mood today. Singing Boy Band songs. Something is really wrong with me. But just remember that Backstreets Back Alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I am a complete idiot sometimes. Well most of the time. The other night T was not feeling well, so she asked me to do one thing. ONE, that is it.&amp;nbsp; Text message from her read as "Can You please divide the meat in the fridge when you get home?"&amp;nbsp; Yep, no problem, no problem.&amp;nbsp; Fast forward to yesterday when I am sitting at work getting my breakfast out of a ziploc bag and that is when I remembered, I didn't separate the meat.&amp;nbsp; Yikes. I was asked to do ONE thing and I couldn't even do that. Oh boy.&amp;nbsp; I guess its a good thing that I talked her into letting me stop and get her some soup. That made the kick to the balls much softer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our board that is in the closet. The one we write stuff on, ask each other questions on, leave dirty notes for each other on, (well I am the only one leaving dirty notes) but whatever...She wrote this on there the other day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w39rUo7emIE/TsZePpA0abI/AAAAAAAACiA/2IqP9tZ7gkA/s1600/board.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w39rUo7emIE/TsZePpA0abI/AAAAAAAACiA/2IqP9tZ7gkA/s320/board.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;Well this is not an easy question. She really hit me with a hard one.&amp;nbsp; Not because she has so many and I had to decide but she really doesn't do anything that I cant stand.&amp;nbsp; Then it came to me. As soon as I stopped thinking it hit me....and my answer was.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't take enough time for yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so last night I was made aware that the kids were talking about Christmas lists already.&amp;nbsp; Then T told me that C4 wanted a cell phone. What? NO and HELL NO!&amp;nbsp; T and I laughed. All of our kids are WAY too young for phones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was tucking the kids in, I said to C1, "hey man , you have done a really good job taking care of your hermit crabs, (fist bump)" and then he says to me "Dad, Im thinking I should get a puppy for Christmas" Ummm, NO! And then from the other room Mrs. I Leave Panties All Over The Floor chimes in with "Yeah Daddy, We should get puppies" NOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk back into my bedroom and tell T and she is like "Yeah, they have been talking about it all day". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, what next a damn car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article yesterday that says over 60% of men feel like they don't look good enough in the bedroom and it affects the love making with their female.&amp;nbsp; OK, I must be in the 40% because even though I am going to the gym and I always call myself fat....In the bedroom at that time with T, I look like Tom Brady. (T will tell you the same thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to a few of the fella's on twitter yesterday, I am thinking I may need to do a new song vlog.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I can sing so well and I know you all have been missing my vocal abilities. Im thinking bout some Motown Classic.&amp;nbsp;Actually, for you the readers, fans, and loved ones is there any song you would like to hear.&amp;nbsp; Tell me whats your choice and I will think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&amp;nbsp; Twilight with T for a Date Day. Yeah, we dont do Date Nights, just Date Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Football. Atlanta Falcons 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend. Honey Do's and Must Finishes and maybe some Bow Chicka Wut Wow mixed in there. (If Im nice, positive and lucky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&amp;nbsp; Husbands be nice to your wives.&amp;nbsp; Wives give your men some PO-DO. Most of all love your kids and have fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-5608169066667410674?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/5608169066667410674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=5608169066667410674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/5608169066667410674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/5608169066667410674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/fridays-final-thoughts-11-18-11im.html' title='Fridays Final Thoughts 11-18-11...Im feeling a little Boy Bandish today'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w39rUo7emIE/TsZePpA0abI/AAAAAAAACiA/2IqP9tZ7gkA/s72-c/board.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-2927925775760975871</id><published>2011-11-17T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:20:32.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>I Am So Sick Of All Of This!</title><content type='html'>I am trying to make some kind of sense, but mostly this is just some venting and rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day goes by and more news of a parents harming a child. &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/16/shelby-dasher-missouri-mo_n_1098619.html?1321496869"&gt;Mother in Missouri-Crying Baby&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is just the latest to hit the news and social media.&amp;nbsp; Is this ever going to stop?&amp;nbsp; Will parents ever stop harming children?&amp;nbsp; Probably not and that right there is a sad sad fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it happens everyday and sometimes its not even written about or put in the news.&amp;nbsp; I know that some things just are the way there are and that it will never change.&amp;nbsp; What is the deal parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so pissed at myself for reading all of these stories and trying to wrap my brain around why people harm their own children and at times other children.&amp;nbsp; I read this stuff and then I am like..WHY?&amp;nbsp; Did I just do that, cause I am pissed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I can remember when T and I lived in Katy, Tx. years ago, Andrea Yates did the unthinkable. I didn't have kids then but I knew that what she did was a sick act and I was grossed out by it.&amp;nbsp; Then you hear stories all the time. More and More of them. Then I have my own children and it becomes more of a real thing for me because I cant imagine hurting one of my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if that is all you hear about now. Kids being hurt by parents or other adults.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Shelby Dasher a 20 year old mother who first said her 13 month old son was missing from his crib and then later admitted to hitting him since he wouldn't stop crying and lay down and go back to sleep.&amp;nbsp; Man, seriously?&amp;nbsp; Give your kid to someone who will care for it and someone that knows babies and kids cry.&amp;nbsp; A young girl having a baby. Happens all the time I know this. Is she mentally ill?&amp;nbsp; Was it depression?&amp;nbsp; Was she drunk or under the influence?&amp;nbsp; Who knows, but for the love of god, give your baby away before you harm it. Shit, leave it at someones door, I mean you will still likely go to jail but at least the baby is still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T and I, we have four kids.&amp;nbsp; They have all cried. One or two of them have had colic, but never ever did we think about some sick shit like that. We held, we slept with, we walked, we bounced, WE CRIED, I know I cried, we did anything we could do to get our baby to stop crying...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY LOVING IT.&amp;nbsp; WE LOVED OUR KIDS till they stopped crying and when they stopped crying, we looked at each other and laughed until we either fell asleep or the babies started crying again. IT HAPPENS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are a parent..EVERYTHING happens.&amp;nbsp; I know that I can never write enough about this nonsense that happens. I know it can never be covered enough, I know that I will never be able to look up all the stats and list all the babies and children that are harmed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know this...Loving your babies is the best thing you can do for them. Love them, hug them, kiss them and take care of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think in order to keep my mind fresh and stop being filled with all the disgusting stories that fill the news, I am going to just go back to watching sports all the time. Watch sports and never feel the anger and grief, never hear about the sick things that are being done to kids across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, that wont work either. See people, it is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent your kids, love your kids, know your kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newborns, Infants, Toddlers, Young Children, Pre-Teens, Teens...love them till your done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-2927925775760975871?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/2927925775760975871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=2927925775760975871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2927925775760975871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2927925775760975871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/i-am-so-sick-of-all-of-this.html' title='I Am So Sick Of All Of This!'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-8462177845104993335</id><published>2011-11-16T10:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T16:43:36.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caption Contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday...but with words.. Caption Contest #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WORD&lt;strike&gt;LESS&lt;/strike&gt;FUL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So last week on Word&lt;strike&gt;less&lt;/strike&gt;ful Wednesday I posted a picture and asked you all to leave your best caption to that photo.﻿ You all came with some really good ones and I had a few good laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is last weeks photo and winner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/allow-me-to-introduce-herself.html"&gt;Caption Contest Winner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now your interested cause you see the word winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well you really don't win anything, unless you call me bragging about you and your blog &lt;strike&gt;to the millions&lt;/strike&gt; to a few of my readers.&amp;nbsp; That is what I will do. Whoever brings the best caption to the photo wins a all inclusive blog post by me.&amp;nbsp; You will receive nothing but kind words from me.&amp;nbsp; Now who wouldn't want that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here is this weeks photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EESQDBIb_4/TsPXMDMEKaI/AAAAAAAACh4/Dxjnt501ZUw/s1600/Wordful+Wednesday+caption.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EESQDBIb_4/TsPXMDMEKaI/AAAAAAAACh4/Dxjnt501ZUw/s400/Wordful+Wednesday+caption.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture from our beach vacation this past September at Hilton Head, SC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See C1, there on the left in the red and white stripped shirt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Give me your best caption as to what he is doing, thinking or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;just whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again T will choose the best one.&amp;nbsp; So be creative and lets see what you got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-8462177845104993335?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/8462177845104993335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=8462177845104993335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8462177845104993335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8462177845104993335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/wordless-wednesdaybut-with-words.html' title='Wordless Wednesday...but with words.. Caption Contest #2'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EESQDBIb_4/TsPXMDMEKaI/AAAAAAAACh4/Dxjnt501ZUw/s72-c/Wordful+Wednesday+caption.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-5950237981911860313</id><published>2011-11-15T12:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T12:30:52.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Fine. You want to break up with ME. I dont care!</title><content type='html'>I never like you anyways.....Just give me a minute and I will, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SYGL1vG3nho/TsKdMIp3tXI/AAAAAAAAChw/Z9zQPIix1P4/s1600/twitter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SYGL1vG3nho/TsKdMIp3tXI/AAAAAAAAChw/Z9zQPIix1P4/s200/twitter.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have to say that being a very opinionated and passionate person sometimes gets me into some stuff that I might not entertain at other times.&amp;nbsp; I have thoughts and views on things and I am never one to let someone else make my mind up for me on issues.&amp;nbsp; This blog has given me the chance to get things off my chest and to also help inform others of different ways to do things. I have also learned a lot from other blogs and people that have come to my blog.&amp;nbsp; I have met and talked with very interesting people. I have emailed, chatted, tweeted people that I can call friends and some people that I can just say are good for conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs are one thing. You can read, leave comments, and either go back or never read it again if it makes you mad or you don't agree or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakebook. I don't have one, so I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter. This is the one that is different for me. Sometimes it throws me for a loop.&amp;nbsp; Now, I am a weird person. Most of the time, I could care less what you think of me. You like me, great. You think I'm a jerk, great. Whatever.&amp;nbsp; There are people that I talk, discuss, argue, debate things with in twitter all the time. This is a large World and people are different. People have different ways and I understand that, even if I think what other people are saying is stupid.&amp;nbsp; But I know everyone is different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people that I get into heated debates with.&amp;nbsp; Spanking (hate it), Breastfeeding (love it), Love and Logic Gentle Parenting (love it) etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get into it with these people and a few unfollow and most of them have the same knowledge that I do. We all know we are all different, end the debate and come back later for more and other discussions. People that know me, read my blog, follow me on twitter know that I have a crazy sense of humor. Some people have unfollowed me on twitter after heated debates and that is fine, screw you and be good.&amp;nbsp; Some have unfollowed and I have thought "WHY?"&amp;nbsp; I had good conversations with that person and then I am like oh well, Fax em.&amp;nbsp; Then I get hit with this..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude just unfollow me. You are annoying and You never tweet me with anything constructive anyways"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sent back a nice "Thanks" and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now normally, I would have cursed this mom out and started a bunch of shit, because like most of you know, I love to start drama, (per T, Laura, many others) and stir the pot. But I didn't. Why? Umm, she was a bitch anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I laughed, I told myself..."I am annoying"&amp;nbsp; that is never hidden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least in the wonderful world if twitter-divorce everybody gets to keep their own shit, and can still party with the same friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to unfollow me, cool...Kick your own ass to the curb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of people who love to argue, debate, agree, converse with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your best twitter break up song?&amp;nbsp; Mine real quick...Chicago's "If You leave me now"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-5950237981911860313?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/5950237981911860313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=5950237981911860313&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/5950237981911860313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/5950237981911860313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/fine-you-want-to-break-up-with-me-i.html' title='Fine. You want to break up with ME. I dont care!'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SYGL1vG3nho/TsKdMIp3tXI/AAAAAAAAChw/Z9zQPIix1P4/s72-c/twitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-7109845184992663489</id><published>2011-11-14T11:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:31:36.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>The fun weekends always go by the fastest.</title><content type='html'>Isn't it just so awesome how the weekend flies by. I mean I get off work Friday and get home and next thing you know it is back up at 5am and off to the gym and ready for the work week. Nothing better than a fast flying weekend. (sarcasm voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I rented Horrible Bosses and let me tell you this, that movie is so funny. Now I love comedy movies and I have a open sense of humor....meaning I usually laugh at anything, but I am honestly telling you that this movie is one that is in my Top 5.&amp;nbsp; I think partly because the movie in a way is my real life. I work for Kevin Spacey and some of the other characters that are in the movie are here at my place of business also.&amp;nbsp; I will fill you in on that later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before watching the movie, I caught some of the UNC vs. MSU basketball game that was played on the USS Carl Vinson Carrier. It was awesome to see two storied schools play a game for the troops on Veterans Day. It was a great gesture by the NCAA and by all involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was party and travel day.&amp;nbsp; Party day meaning we had two parties. C2's soccer party where he got his trophy and then it was the drive down to our cousins house for a birthday party. A Princess Party.&amp;nbsp; But something funny happened on the way to the party... T had to stop and use the bathroom and while walking back out to the van (with 3 kids in tow) a dude looked at her and said "Hey Baby" as he looked her up and down. See, some guys would want to take that the wrong way and start some shit. Me, I laugh and look at her and tell her, "Damn Babe, You got it like that!!!" She thought it was funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C3 got to her Princess Party and dressed up in some Princess clothes and she loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvCYllnYwbI/TsFEahvcClI/AAAAAAAAChY/ihwVzwW8lh8/s1600/carly+princess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvCYllnYwbI/TsFEahvcClI/AAAAAAAAChY/ihwVzwW8lh8/s400/carly+princess.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She love it so much that on Sunday she found some of her own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Princess&amp;nbsp;clothes and got dressed up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JyYFmQBelt8/TsFEcdDXYZI/AAAAAAAAChg/beNr9wEIiZw/s1600/carly+princess2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JyYFmQBelt8/TsFEcdDXYZI/AAAAAAAAChg/beNr9wEIiZw/s400/carly+princess2.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even wanted to prove that Princess' can ride bikes and play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;outside&amp;nbsp;in the dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And even take the dog in the baby carrier&amp;nbsp;on the back of the bike.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSuOPzZgaiI/TsFEdzCqFVI/AAAAAAAACho/9FNFukMCNn0/s1600/carly+princess3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSuOPzZgaiI/TsFEdzCqFVI/AAAAAAAACho/9FNFukMCNn0/s400/carly+princess3.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was also fun for the reasons that I took my old lawnmower and started mowing through the woods.&amp;nbsp; The kids love to run around the property line around our house, so I thought I would at least make them a trail that they could stay on.&amp;nbsp; We all walked down to the waterless creek. C2 heard termites chewing on the trees in the woods, C3 found a ball? That was fun though. I will do some more work on the trail this next weekend, going to try and add some stuff along the trail to make it more fun for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T and I finally watched Thursdays episode of Greys Anatomy. And can I just say "DAMN", I mean really..can they have any more drama happen in one show. That was nuts. A great episode but man, that was nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a good weekend as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-7109845184992663489?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/7109845184992663489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=7109845184992663489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7109845184992663489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7109845184992663489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/fun-weekends-always-go-by-fastest.html' title='The fun weekends always go by the fastest.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvCYllnYwbI/TsFEahvcClI/AAAAAAAAChY/ihwVzwW8lh8/s72-c/carly+princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-2072871123139712922</id><published>2011-11-11T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T10:32:15.526-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veterans Day'/><title type='text'>All it will cost you is two words....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisdaddysblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="This Daddy's Blog" border="0" src="http://i889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/thinkerguy-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAYS FINAL THOUGHTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1DE2vbsaczs/Tr0-5akMHiI/AAAAAAAAChQ/OUf-BOTRu1Q/s1600/veterans+day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1DE2vbsaczs/Tr0-5akMHiI/AAAAAAAAChQ/OUf-BOTRu1Q/s400/veterans+day.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are on another Friday. Its 11-11-11.&amp;nbsp; How many times are you going to hear or see that today?&amp;nbsp; It is also Veterans Day and also in Canada Remembrance Day.&amp;nbsp; On Veterans Day, we like to take time to thank Military service people for what they have done or what they are doing.&amp;nbsp; Whether they are retired, active duty, reserves...etc.&amp;nbsp; If you see someone today that you know is or was once in the Military, tell them Thank You. It wont cost you but two words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I grew up a Military child and I have been around the Military for my entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*My mothers parents Mae was in the Army Air Corps and Robert B. was in the Air Force. I can still remember them working at Andrews Air Force Base if my memory is correct. That was my Nana and PopPop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*My fathers father Fred L. S. Sr. was in the Navy and the Air Force. He was also in a few wars, if I can remember correctly.&amp;nbsp; He was my Granddaddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*My Uncle Buzz, Fred L. S. Jr. is retired from the Army.&amp;nbsp; I still recall him in his dress uniform when I was younger and used to hang at his house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*My Aunt Toni's father was in the Air Force and he was a prisoner of war too. I have spent several holidays with him and he is a great and caring person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*My Uncle Steve B. was in the Marines also and then became a police officer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*My brother in law Drew is a active Marine. He has served overseas in the war. He sacrificed time with his wife and kids to protect our country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*My mother Elizabeth S. has never been in the military but she has worked at different military institutions since the day she married my father.&amp;nbsp; The JAG School and The Pentagon were both homes to my mom for the longest time and she did so much for so many different military personal and I often heard growing up that the places she worked and the people she helped wouldn't be able to function without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now for my special one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*My father Col. J. W. S. who retired from Army active duty more than a year or so ago was and still is one of the brightest JAG officers that there has ever been and that there will ever be.&amp;nbsp; Serving in Germany, Ft. Leavenworth, and also teaching courses at the JAG School are in his list of accomplishments. He also played a major role on the parole board while finishing his duties for the U.S. Army. Whether wearing his camo fatigues or his dress greens, whether him having two silver bars or the silver leaf on his shoulders he dedicated so many years of his life to his country and for that I love him and thank him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So remember, when you do anything today...Just think about those people that have given up so much and make it possible for you to be doing those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Veterans Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss The Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;***All these facts may not be correct since I have a bad memory.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-2072871123139712922?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/2072871123139712922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=2072871123139712922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2072871123139712922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2072871123139712922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/all-it-will-cost-you-is-two-words.html' title='All it will cost you is two words....'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1DE2vbsaczs/Tr0-5akMHiI/AAAAAAAAChQ/OUf-BOTRu1Q/s72-c/veterans+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-3902284235595165540</id><published>2011-11-10T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T10:37:58.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caption Contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fellow Bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C4'/><title type='text'>Allow Me To Introduce Herself...........</title><content type='html'>Her name is Humpty pronounced with an Umpty.....ok never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Yesterday I put a pic up of C4 and thought it would be fun it people listed their best captions.&amp;nbsp; And in return since I have nothing else but some soy nuts and peanut butter and coffee, I thought I would let T pick the winner and I would blog about them today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;And the winner is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGBAwQxifsg/TrvqAxsEKQI/AAAAAAAAChI/nv1k1mIlhJw/s1600/camlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGBAwQxifsg/TrvqAxsEKQI/AAAAAAAAChI/nv1k1mIlhJw/s400/camlin.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"See I can't pull myself up to do a chin up either Daddy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿The woman Amy D. better know as &lt;strong&gt;@LLA_Princess&lt;/strong&gt; on Twitter was chosen by T and I liked this one too, seeing that at the gym the other morning I couldn't do more than 5 pull ups. You can find&amp;nbsp;Amy over at &lt;a href="http://notarealprincess.blogspot.com/"&gt;Not A Real Princess (Except to My Boys)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. This is where she blogs about her family. A husband and two boys.&amp;nbsp; She has two boys on the Autism Spectrum, and to be honest with her, you and myself, I am not the most knowledgeable when it comes to Autism. So maybe as I learn more from her I can help spread good information about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now I met her on twitter when I was tweeting or something. She is funny and full of &lt;strike&gt;useful&lt;/strike&gt; shit to talk about.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Her tweets are funny, her blog is both funny and informative and she is someone I think you should check&amp;nbsp;out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;KISS THE BABY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-3902284235595165540?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/3902284235595165540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=3902284235595165540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3902284235595165540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3902284235595165540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/allow-me-to-introduce-herself.html' title='Allow Me To Introduce Herself...........'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGBAwQxifsg/TrvqAxsEKQI/AAAAAAAAChI/nv1k1mIlhJw/s72-c/camlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-5569199145126439859</id><published>2011-11-09T11:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:23:54.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday...but with a few words.. Caption Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;﻿WORD&lt;strike&gt;LESS&lt;/strike&gt;FUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have no idea why I even include the word Wordless part in these posts. I don't think there has ever been a day where I couldn't keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T had been wanting to take some new pic's of the C's and she had been wanting to go downtown to an older area and find some older buildings to use as backdrops, a more natural look.&amp;nbsp; So we went downtown Carrollton and she clicked away. The kids were having fun and she was getting some good shots. One of my favorites was this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/Pics%20of%20Kids%20Nov%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0071.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/Pics%20of%20Kids%20Nov%202011/DSC_0071.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C4 just hanging around.&amp;nbsp; I put him up there and he was hanging for at least a good 3 to 4 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do this, lets see how creative you can be. I want you to come up with the best caption you can and leave me a comment with your caption. Now I don't have anything special for you to win or anything like that but I will let T pick the best caption and then I will do a blog post about you and your blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW lets see what you got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-5569199145126439859?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/5569199145126439859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=5569199145126439859&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/5569199145126439859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/5569199145126439859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/blog-post_09.html' title='Wordless Wednesday...but with a few words.. Caption Contest'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/Pics%20of%20Kids%20Nov%202011/th_DSC_0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-3898232440588095525</id><published>2011-11-08T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:53:07.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiropractor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back Pain'/><title type='text'>Better Than A Pain In My Ass I Guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eswDCUO7_EU/TrlQLIWtTRI/AAAAAAAACg4/IhyxEe0D90s/s1600/deadlifts.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eswDCUO7_EU/TrlQLIWtTRI/AAAAAAAACg4/IhyxEe0D90s/s1600/deadlifts.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I explained before, I screwed up my back while at the gym doing dead lifts. Wasn't doing heavy weight, probably just pulled up wrong or something. Anyways, T came at me with the same cure that she always does....Chiropractor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally for once listened to T and called the one that the kids go to and asked if they could refer me to someone in my area. I needed someone close that I could go to either before, during, or after work hours. I get NO break time (another story for another day) and a 30 minute lunch does me no good. So they found me one close by and I did it, yes I did. I called and made an appointment. Wasn't thrilled about it but I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went this morning to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.eastwestspineandrehab.com/"&gt;East-West Spine and Rehab&lt;/a&gt;. Got there and was nervous. I hate doctors. Doctors period. I don't care what kind, what they look like, where they are from..NONE of that. I just don't like doctors.&amp;nbsp; I see this dude get out of his car and he&amp;nbsp;is looking like he should be training me at the gym. I'm like damn this dude is gonna kill me in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get inside and&amp;nbsp;he ends up being a nice dude. Now I told him I didn't like&amp;nbsp;doctors. Nothing personal, just don't. He laughed and was fine with that. Talked to me for a few, asked me some questions...Then&amp;nbsp;looked at a few things, (keep it&amp;nbsp;clean people) and then off to take a few x-rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the best part was&amp;nbsp;laying on the table and having the pulse pads on my lower back. That shit felt good.&amp;nbsp;Then some adjustments and popping and moving and a bunch of cracking and&amp;nbsp;nosies and then it was done. He showed me my x-ray and told&amp;nbsp;and showed me how my hips were&amp;nbsp;offline and my spine was grinding together.&amp;nbsp; Gave me a few exercises, told me to stay away from some of the exercises at the gym and then slapped me with a bill. Paid, got a t-shirt (thanks) and I was on my way. He did mention that in order to get the full benefit of the visits that I needed to make sure I was having plenty of in house PO-DO. At least 3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I guess it was a good experience. I don't know. I feel better&amp;nbsp;now, my lower back still hurts but I know it may take a few times. I told&amp;nbsp;T about the appointment and she looked at the web site and mentioned about how cute the&amp;nbsp;chiropractor was and yeah, he does look Roberto from Ally's season of the Bachelorette. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXhjoztLOr8/TrlQL0da0HI/AAAAAAAAChA/lS7fyKLbXv0/s1600/back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXhjoztLOr8/TrlQL0da0HI/AAAAAAAAChA/lS7fyKLbXv0/s1600/back.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well I am going back&amp;nbsp;Thursday and I guess I will see what happens then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-3898232440588095525?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/3898232440588095525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=3898232440588095525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3898232440588095525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3898232440588095525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/better-than-pain-in-my-ass-i-guess.html' title='Better Than A Pain In My Ass I Guess'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eswDCUO7_EU/TrlQLIWtTRI/AAAAAAAACg4/IhyxEe0D90s/s72-c/deadlifts.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-3554195182907835282</id><published>2011-11-07T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:27:40.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter Weekend'/><title type='text'>Wee-Kend Fun.........Daddy got Back...and a bad one at that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55MKnsW17jE/Trf9rXCztWI/AAAAAAAACgo/3DeSJCBA66Q/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55MKnsW17jE/Trf9rXCztWI/AAAAAAAACgo/3DeSJCBA66Q/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a nice weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Started out by talking T into watching a movie (THOR) with me and having her say after 10 minutes, "I don't know how you watch this shit, I'm going to bed." Laughing at me all the way to the bedroom.&amp;nbsp; That's ok, I watched the rest of my movie all by myself and that was ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday, we had woke up with a plan of going to Home Depot and doing the project...That didn't work. So instead we fed the C's, got them dressed and hurried out the door to make it down to Carrollton for the Farmers Market. We got a few things and then T took pic's of the kids in the downtown area. She got some really good shot of the kids near some older buildings and they looked really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now this is where the fun begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So Thursday, me and my workout stud self was hitting the weights and decided to do some dead lifts.&amp;nbsp; Didn't even go heavy. Well I must of done the exercise wrong or something cause my back was hurting. BAD.&amp;nbsp; Fast forward to Saturday when I am raking up the pine straw in the yard and I am just about finished and then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My back popped, pinched, snapped, jammed, whatever you want to call it. All of a sudden I dropped to my knees faster than...well never mind.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't move. I honestly couldn't move.&amp;nbsp; C4 went into the house screaming "MaMa" and C3 sat there and looked at me and said "Well, looks like I get no Daddy time tonight." and walked off.&amp;nbsp; After T (who didn't come help me) finished taking pictures of me laying on the ground, I made it into the house.&amp;nbsp; Struggled and moved around all weekend and it got a little better but still sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got an extra hour Sunday and that was awesome. Its good to get an extra hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was better. Played a little with the kids and did some cleaning and laundry. Didn't get done what I wanted to but, finished what I need to by the time the Falcons came on and watched my boys get it done against a Colts team that hasn't been that sorry since, well lets just say in football terms...forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;T did some kitchen makeover work yesterday and it look damn great. I will show you some pics when it is all finished. Looks so much better than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And last night I got T to hook me up and make me look like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0V6T6W44U2M/Trgh4Z7Q8BI/AAAAAAAACgw/QcgSzVByhKU/s1600/scott+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0V6T6W44U2M/Trgh4Z7Q8BI/AAAAAAAACgw/QcgSzVByhKU/s320/scott+pic.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No this is not a Carroll County mug shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just a pic of me from my best side. The front side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am now rocking the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FU Man Chu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-3554195182907835282?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/3554195182907835282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=3554195182907835282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3554195182907835282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3554195182907835282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/wee-kend-fundaddy-got-backand-bad-one.html' title='Wee-Kend Fun.........Daddy got Back...and a bad one at that.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55MKnsW17jE/Trf9rXCztWI/AAAAAAAACgo/3DeSJCBA66Q/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-3178876147686032259</id><published>2011-11-04T12:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:39:24.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-F-T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisdaddysblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="This Daddy's Blog" border="0" src="http://i889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/thinkerguy-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAYS FINAL THOUGHTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weather once again cooled off and the leaves are falling and you know what that means right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It mean I have yard work to do this weekend. Pine straw and leaves. I don't care about the colors changing and the cozy snuggles and fireplaces smelling good.&amp;nbsp; Take it back, the snuggles and rocking the fireplace gets me PO-DO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may have to put on one of those sweaters with the triangles shaped in a form of a Christmas tree..ummm HELL NO. Kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday I started my NEW and improved training schedule at the gym with my trainer Josh.&amp;nbsp; 5:30 to 7am and I am doing it the right way this time. Eating more meals, doing the proper workouts, eating shit that I don't like (like yogurt and oatmeal) and trying to change my body up a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I like the gym.&amp;nbsp; It relieves&amp;nbsp;stress and makes me feel better about myself knowing that I may get a little bigger and lose some weight.&amp;nbsp; I have a few goals regarding my body and they shouldn't be too hard to reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Smaller belly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Bigger chest and arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Stronger back and shoulders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Supermodel figure and good looks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ok the last is a long shot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In order to track my progress and weight loss, Josh had me take before shots of my body.&amp;nbsp; Now parental discretion is advised, some material may be too graphic for young reader and even you older ones may not be able to handle what you are about to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQxKikFE3l8/TrQM3MDw9QI/AAAAAAAACfM/IYOTsitECZk/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQxKikFE3l8/TrQM3MDw9QI/AAAAAAAACfM/IYOTsitECZk/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T6VrmnBskWM/TrQM4vpceDI/AAAAAAAACfU/bJjhWLOteVc/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T6VrmnBskWM/TrQM4vpceDI/AAAAAAAACfU/bJjhWLOteVc/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dh2eaNS_mRo/TrQM56fvYEI/AAAAAAAACfc/WIdUe8gAueU/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dh2eaNS_mRo/TrQM56fvYEI/AAAAAAAACfc/WIdUe8gAueU/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, If you survived that experience then I will send you the free t-shirt in the mail, reads as follows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just saw Scott in shorts only and lived to laugh about it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure what else is going on this weekend in our home. Probably some of the usual..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cuddling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cleaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PO-DO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Football&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Working Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with the kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quick Dick Dave Ramsey Rant&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the news the other night, they were doing a big piece on Dave Ramsey and his new book and how people were lining up to meet him and blah blah blah.&amp;nbsp; Man whatever.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure SOME of you love this dickface and his tools and his ways of living...but in MY OPINION, I think he is a huge scam and a jackass.&amp;nbsp; He wants to make you a better, more responsible person and get you out of debt and help you learn to save money and all that. He wants you to do it by..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SPENDING PHUCKING MONEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Clark Howard doesn't charge you to use his plan. He just asks you to listen to his radio show, watch his CNN show and if you WANT to buy his book. You have to pay for some of Dickface Dave Ramsey's plans. Makes no sense to me. But whatever. If it helped you great for you. You put money in Dave Ramsey's pockets. When Clark Howard helps you, you put money in YOUR pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;End of Rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have a feeling this is going to be a great weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I do believe the Candy Fairy is coming to visit the C's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I do believe that I will be doing some looking this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I do believe I will go above and beyond to show T that I love her this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I do believe that I will have some fun with the C's this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe the fire pit will make an appearance this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever you do, make sure you have fun while doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss the baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-3178876147686032259?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/3178876147686032259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=3178876147686032259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3178876147686032259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3178876147686032259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/fridays-final-thoughts-weather-once.html' title=''/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQxKikFE3l8/TrQM3MDw9QI/AAAAAAAACfM/IYOTsitECZk/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-6629518270027562189</id><published>2011-11-03T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T11:21:30.858-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Logic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>A case of "No Really It's Me, Not You"</title><content type='html'>So last night I was an asshole to one of my kids.&amp;nbsp; And I scared another to tears and hurt some feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah wasn't my kind of night last night. Didn't start out like that, just shit happened and spun out of control from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried Love and Logic and then that didn't work. Tried talking and convincing and that didn't work and then just raised my voice and that made it worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack time. Snack is my deal. I get home and get night snack for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One child was having snack and they were all looking at some new lego books they got and the one child was trying to point something out to another and the other didn't want that to be done and back and fourth and that is when the cup of milk spilled all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next....NOTHING. No clean up, no asking for help, no asking for paper towels...NOTHING. That is what got me. He didn't get up and start cleaning, he just sat there. Then just let the shit drip all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wasn't upset that he spilt the milk. Accidents happen. Even when you are playing around shit will happen, these are kids..but if you do have an accident...get up, get something and clean. Its ok and that is that easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing just got worse from there.&amp;nbsp; He had a bad evening. I made it worse. I was in the wrong and didn't handle it right. I will try again next time and see how it goes. Last thing I did was go into his room give him a good night hug and kiss and tell him we both had a few bad moments tonight, (BOTH) and tomorrow will be better. He smiled and I left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other...Well that was more of a scaring a child to tears then it was anything else. I wasn't mad at this child, but what had happened just scared me. I was trying to get one of the children to brush his teeth and he is by far the hardest to deal with at this time of the night. So I am trying to get him into the bathroom and trick him and chase him in there and nothing is working. So I asked one of the other kids to help and when they did so, the hand of a child got slammed in a door. I saw it and it happened so fast (in slow motion) that all I could do is scream NOOOOOOOO, and a few other things. Well that scared the one trying to help me and off that child went crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained that I wasn't mad, but I was just scared and stunned by what had happened and I shouldn't have yelled. Another situation that I didn't handle in the right way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that, it all got better and then night ended with sleeping children and a wife telling me what an asshole I am and that I need to do better when I come home. In a joking way, she was telling me this but telling me so I would be aware that I don't need to come home, spend 2 hours with the kids and be an asshole for most of the time. Words taken into consideration and tonight is another night and a chance to have a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to read up on some Love and Logic and buy some patience and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-6629518270027562189?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/6629518270027562189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=6629518270027562189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6629518270027562189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6629518270027562189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/case-of-no-really-its-me-not-you.html' title='A case of &quot;No Really It&apos;s Me, Not You&quot;'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-9132935071442652200</id><published>2011-11-02T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T12:22:15.287-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C3'/><title type='text'>Me and My C3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnMGxsGLNPg/TrFpVwJmoSI/AAAAAAAACe8/9gzM6cyvLwI/s1600/carly.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnMGxsGLNPg/TrFpVwJmoSI/AAAAAAAACe8/9gzM6cyvLwI/s400/carly.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Daughters, &amp;nbsp;gotta love em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one daughter and she is my sunshine.&amp;nbsp; No matter how bad a day I have or even when she aggravates the living shit out of me, she always have those few key phrases that make me smile and brighten up my day or night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Daddy, can you play that song on your phone for me? Doesn't matter what song, she loves to hear music I have picked out for her to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Daddy, can I have Daddy time with you? She loves to come hang out in the bed and snuggle and get her some Daddy Time.&amp;nbsp;I have to give her a rain check some nights just so I can get some T and Me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be hard having a daughter as she gets older and I have a hard enough time dealing with her now. She is so cute and gets that sassy bossy tone (like her mother has) and she cant be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to find fun song on my phone for her to listen to.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I will find a cute, sweet song that makes her smile.&amp;nbsp; Here is the song and video that I am currently playing on my phone for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="259" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2hAPCPTjO10" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She smiles, and ask me to play it again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...And again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...And again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and My C3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xssL_tI_f3U/TrFpYd8yETI/AAAAAAAACfE/f10JcLcjFcM/s1600/Carly+and+Me.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xssL_tI_f3U/TrFpYd8yETI/AAAAAAAACfE/f10JcLcjFcM/s400/Carly+and+Me.JPG" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-9132935071442652200?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/9132935071442652200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=9132935071442652200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/9132935071442652200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/9132935071442652200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/me-and-my-c3.html' title='Me and My C3'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnMGxsGLNPg/TrFpVwJmoSI/AAAAAAAACe8/9gzM6cyvLwI/s72-c/carly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-6709231799088522449</id><published>2011-11-01T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:05:54.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>How do you handle people?</title><content type='html'>Do you like the way people talk to you? Do people like the way you talk to them? Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you handle people says a lot about the type of person you are.&amp;nbsp; You can handle people in a good way, a bad way, somewhere in between, or just not handle them at all. Its all up to you and only you know how you are with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way people are being handled has become a subject of my interest here recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start with a certain person and I will make this one fast.&amp;nbsp; 1.) A guy at the gym. He is training (kind of) these high school kids (along with his son).&amp;nbsp; He seems to forget that these are still kids, even though in high school. When working them out, he is very mean to them, talks down to them and I have never heard him speak one word of something positive. He might get better results if he wouldn't belittle the kids so much. Just my opinion, he is doing it all WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I worked at a place many many years ago.&amp;nbsp; Coastal Telephone. A sales job. Business Telemarketing job that sold long distance to business'. This was a very intense company to work for. But the guy that ran the show Nick Destefano knew how to make money. And he knew another key tool, how to get his employees to make money. Even though he was a drunk, drug addict, and did many things that I am not going to mention, he would show up everyday, demanded you do the same and when the bell rang...It was go time. He could make anyone a sales person. He made the place a fun place to be and a great place to work and for that, we all tried hard and made him, the company and ourselves a lot of money.&amp;nbsp; We made that company so big, it ended up being bought by MCI and then by Broadwing. Just my opinion, he was doing it RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Kids.&amp;nbsp; Everybody is going to handle kids in different ways. T and I do one thing, and you may do yours another.&amp;nbsp; I struggle with being positive most of the time. Why? I have no clue. Like I said, it is something I struggle with.&amp;nbsp; Kids have to be dealt with in a certain way. I'm sure we can agree on that. You don't handle kids like adults. Doesn't make sense.&amp;nbsp; Just remember that when dealing with your children, that they are children and how you treat them and deal with them is how they are going to handle people when they get older.&amp;nbsp; Just my opinion, I am doing it....WORK IN PROGRESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post came to life in my head when T and I were watching 20/20 with Barbara Walters last Friday night.&amp;nbsp; It was a special on Millionaires. How they made all that money?&amp;nbsp; That whole show really caught my attention and was very interesting but the one that made the most sense to me was the piece about &lt;strong&gt;Zappos.com CEO Tony Hsieh. &lt;/strong&gt;This guy wow, listen to him and you will jump up and go look in the mirror. Makes you want to work for him. After watching this piece, I know I would work for him in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzMjAxNTkzMjQ5NzMmcHQ9MTMyMDE1OTMzNTg*MiZwPSZkPSZnPTImbz*xNjE3MzY4NTcyNDU*YjA3OTlmMDMyNDNk/NjEzMWRjYSZvZj*w.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;object allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" data="http://cdnapi.kaltura.com/index.php/kwidget/wid/1_9ryer4x3/uiconf_id/5590821" height="221" id="kaltura_player_1320159319" name="kaltura_player_1320159319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="392"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdnapi.kaltura.com/index.php/kwidget/wid/1_9ryer4x3/uiconf_id/5590821"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="autoPlay=false&amp;amp;screensLayer.startScreenOverId=startScreen&amp;amp;screensLayer.startScreenId=startScreen"/&gt;&lt;a href="http://corp.kaltura.com"&gt;video platform&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://corp.kaltura.com/video_platform/video_management"&gt;video management&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://corp.kaltura.com/solutions/video_solution"&gt;video solutions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://corp.kaltura.com/video_platform/video_publishing"&gt;video player&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much more to say after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-6709231799088522449?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/6709231799088522449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=6709231799088522449&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6709231799088522449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6709231799088522449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/11/how-do-you-handle-people.html' title='How do you handle people?'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-182800778813600009</id><published>2011-10-31T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:16:43.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Happy Boo to You Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4Tqzu-D9kY/Tq6ykZ2d0JI/AAAAAAAACe0/FBGnz-MJ5E8/s1600/angry+snowman+pumpkn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4Tqzu-D9kY/Tq6ykZ2d0JI/AAAAAAAACe0/FBGnz-MJ5E8/s400/angry+snowman+pumpkn.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is the day that everyone dresses up in crazy, different costumes and goes out and gets candy and other treats.&amp;nbsp; Our C's will get dressed up today and go out and get some candy and treats, but not too much.&amp;nbsp; All that sugar will make&amp;nbsp;my kids look like they work at&amp;nbsp;our local Wal-Mart with the nasty teeth and all. Plus it brings your immune system down. And that is not something we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well C1 will be dressing up as Indiana Jones. Whip and all, sporting the hat and trying to find the hidden treasures of the world.&amp;nbsp; C2 will be finding coins and saving Princess Peach as Super Mario this year. He has the running and jumping skills that are needed for this.&amp;nbsp; C3, she is going to be a furry warm kitten.&amp;nbsp; Which will be nice for tonight. A furry white kitten with a tail that looks like it belong to a squirrel. She love that costume.&amp;nbsp; C4, well he has a pirate costume and it is cool as could be, but he may or may not wear it. Not easy getting a 2 year old to stay happy in a costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good weekend. Did the normal stuff. Played outside and cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C1 took a nasty fall on his bike coming down the drive way. Got mad and wanted to sell his bike.&amp;nbsp; Made a nice gash in his helmet. Which is why we always tell them to wear the helmets.&amp;nbsp; So we will see, I'm sure he will get back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loved watching the Winnie The Pooh Movie. Watched it Saturday night and Sunday too.&amp;nbsp; It was cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a party last night and the kids had fun. Played and we carved our big pumpkin. Well, we drilled holes in it. We have a drive by casualty pumpkin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight when the kids go to bed, I'm thinking of getting in my Chippendale's costume and dancing for T and seeing how many dollars I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe and happy day and evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-182800778813600009?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/182800778813600009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=182800778813600009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/182800778813600009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/182800778813600009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/happy-boo-to-you-day.html' title='Happy Boo to You Day.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4Tqzu-D9kY/Tq6ykZ2d0JI/AAAAAAAACe0/FBGnz-MJ5E8/s72-c/angry+snowman+pumpkn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-8479268262062284911</id><published>2011-10-28T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:57:54.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-F-T'/><title type='text'>Fridays Final Thoughts 10-28-11......What are you up to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisdaddysblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="This Daddy's Blog" border="0" src="http://i889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/thinkerguy-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAYS FINAL THOUGHTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been a crazy week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhat of a good week, I have had better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I have for sure had worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got the ball rolling again on some personal projects that I hope will roll in my favor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND SOON!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got back to the gym 4 days this week and I feel great about that. Josh, a friend from the gym who trains, is going to give me 3 months and train me and get my body in Tom Brady shape. (maybe) Along with that, I have to have before and after body photos. So T will take some and if I have the balls, I will post them. The hard part will be keeping T off of me after she takes the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids have had good weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T took them to the skate park and they took their scooters and had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C2 finally got on his bike and is now riding too.&amp;nbsp; Didn't push him, just let him do it on his own and once again the balance on the bike without pedals method worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C4, has found a new love in his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trains.&amp;nbsp; T got the trains and the tracks out for him and he loves them. He has played with them so much over the week. Even sharing with the older C's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C3 was on the receiving end of a used (new to her) scooter and she will be trying it out. Her scooter skills have become too advanced for her old one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C1, C2, C3 and myself did our letters to the troops for The Bert Shows Big Thank You.&amp;nbsp; We waited till the last minute (like I always do) but we got them mailed out. Here is a link for what that is &lt;a href="http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/are-you-pretender-or-sender.html"&gt;The Bert Shows Big Thank You&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to be trying out some new Love and Logic stuff this weekend based on the email I got regarding "Kids That Argue With Each Other" and trust me, I'm sure we will have that this weekend at some point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I failed on my dare last weekend to see if I had the skills to paint my own nails, so I will see if I can capture that Even though the Falcons are off this weekend maybe I can still go Black and Red or I will find another team to support and change the colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its going to be a great weekend. I am going to do things. BIG things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a great one as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-8479268262062284911?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/8479268262062284911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=8479268262062284911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8479268262062284911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8479268262062284911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/fridays-final-thoughts-10-28-11what-are.html' title='Fridays Final Thoughts 10-28-11......What are you up to?'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-7062010279314323591</id><published>2011-10-27T11:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:29:42.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bert Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><title type='text'>Whats Love Got To Do With It?  I Guess Nothing To Some Of You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qanwM-_bD2g/TqlyXa10PCI/AAAAAAAACeU/IwpO2ixIays/s1600/wedding+ring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qanwM-_bD2g/TqlyXa10PCI/AAAAAAAACeU/IwpO2ixIays/s200/wedding+ring.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Beyonce sang "If you like it then you shoulda put ring on it" she wasn't saying it had to be a massive diamond or some expensive new kind of stone or a fancy cut and clarity or whatever. She simply said Put a ring on it! But be careful fella's your lady may trip out if you dont break the bank to make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I am driving into the j-o-b this morning, I hear the &lt;a href="http://thebertshow.com/"&gt;The Bert Show&lt;/a&gt; and they are talking about women and how they feel about the rings the men buy them for engagements and weddings and are they picky and choosy and does it have to be a diamond or this and that.&amp;nbsp; I for a split second wanted to call in, but I know that I would get hung up on. I was so mad. Listening to the women on the show talk about how they would rather have their man wait and save up money so they could get the ring they wanted instead of being happy with what they were able to get then and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to this. Yes I am a male. Its true that engagements and weddings and stuff like that don't mean as much to a man as they do to a woman. BUT...Isn't it all about LOVE ladies?&amp;nbsp; The Love you have for your man. The man you SAY captured your heart BEFORE there was even thought of the ring?&amp;nbsp; How come you ladies cant be happy just being happy?&amp;nbsp; Why do you all have to screw it up and put the materialistic value on everything?&amp;nbsp; "That's not the ring I wanted"&amp;nbsp; "That's not big enough"&amp;nbsp; whatever.&amp;nbsp; Does it really&amp;nbsp;matter what your needy, judgemental girlfriends think of your ring? They are probably the same&amp;nbsp;hateful little ladies&amp;nbsp;that didn't want you to be with that guy in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, don't you complain when your man, has all of his "Boy Toys"?&amp;nbsp; His cars, his video games, his hunting items? I'm sure. I would be willing to bet that the women that are NEEDY and cry and&amp;nbsp;moan and groan about having the perfect ring are the same women that cry and&amp;nbsp;moan and groan about the "Boy Toys".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the days when it didn't matter about the material items.&amp;nbsp; Back when our grandparents told us stories about proposing with a plastic ring, or one made out of grass, or not one at all cause they couldn't afford it?&amp;nbsp; I know Tina Turner said "Whats Love Got To Do With It" but shit, women cant figure out what the hell they want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A guy that will love me&lt;br /&gt;-A guy that will treat me good&lt;br /&gt;-A guy that will never stray&lt;br /&gt;-etc....&lt;br /&gt;-Oh but he better put that expensive, nice big ring on my finger or forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies if you are that type of person, I feel comfortable in calling you High Maintenance and Needy and for that you will find out one day that all that&amp;nbsp;b.s. you needed and wanted is just that...B.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing that the radio conversation and the opinions of the ladies from this morning made me realize...I met and married a REAL WOMAN.&amp;nbsp; And by that I mean, she never once cared about what kind of ring, size, diamond or any of that. In fact when WE went to pick out rings she made it a point to not go above and beyond and drop large coin on the rings. And after several years and kids later, when she mentioned that she wanted a NEW band, she didn't try to find one that was crazy expensive..NO, she looked around and found one that she liked that was a great deal. So I am glad that I married a woman that is not MATERIALISTIC OR NEEDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T and I have love. A love that isn't measured by a piece of jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again this is just my opinion and I know some of you ladies may agree and some of you will not. Tell me whats up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-7062010279314323591?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/7062010279314323591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=7062010279314323591&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7062010279314323591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7062010279314323591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/whats-love-got-to-do-with-it-i-guess.html' title='Whats Love Got To Do With It?  I Guess Nothing To Some Of You!'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qanwM-_bD2g/TqlyXa10PCI/AAAAAAAACeU/IwpO2ixIays/s72-c/wedding+ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-3610675185502050358</id><published>2011-10-26T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T12:11:36.457-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falcons'/><title type='text'>From the beginning...The Day We Kicked Cam's Ass.</title><content type='html'>So a couple weekend ago I got to go to an Atlanta Falcons home game vs. the Carolina Panthers.&amp;nbsp; You may not know this but I kinda love the Falcons. I am probably more of a fanatic than a regular fan. I scream and cry and yell and fuss and curse and throw things and get so carried away, but that is my team and I love my team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a quality picture taker. My shit is usually blurry and not focused on the correct things and they just don't look good. But since I don't drink anymore and I wouldn't be sloppy drunk and dropping it, T let me take her nice camera to the game. I mean I was sitting 15 rows behind the Falcons bench.&amp;nbsp; So here is my story about October 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;October 16th, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day the Falcons kicked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cam's ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atlanta Falcons vs. Carolina Panthers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQUs1sXeK-8/TqgoREFDuxI/AAAAAAAACbs/aF5aYsIeyK8/s1600/tailgating.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQUs1sXeK-8/TqgoREFDuxI/AAAAAAAACbs/aF5aYsIeyK8/s400/tailgating.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Park and Tailgate before the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Always fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fF6TwNTxZ8w/TqgqFSLwb5I/AAAAAAAACeM/Xnj8JHNK-6E/s1600/tailgating2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fF6TwNTxZ8w/TqgqFSLwb5I/AAAAAAAACeM/Xnj8JHNK-6E/s400/tailgating2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at this dumbass. Sorry did get a picture of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pushing him into the bushes up on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_kmZNG9gdkA/TqgopGQZjNI/AAAAAAAACb0/9r8oOamRvdM/s1600/dome.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_kmZNG9gdkA/TqgopGQZjNI/AAAAAAAACb0/9r8oOamRvdM/s400/dome.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh. Dome Sweet Dome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NdEAj3KE10/TqgotfEba1I/AAAAAAAACb8/LLOodo4UEvk/s1600/seats.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NdEAj3KE10/TqgotfEba1I/AAAAAAAACb8/LLOodo4UEvk/s400/seats.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Section. 117-Row 15 behind the Falcons bench.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YPtFgLezIws/TqgoyJS-GJI/AAAAAAAACcE/KmiWVGYuOcg/s1600/falcon+flags.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YPtFgLezIws/TqgoyJS-GJI/AAAAAAAACcE/KmiWVGYuOcg/s400/falcon+flags.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;RISE UP FALCONS FANS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to Atlanta where the&amp;nbsp;Falcons play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and bust&amp;nbsp;dem heads like everyday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuCy_Ouzxb8/Tqgo9vLpr2I/AAAAAAAACcU/92vO7uqkbj4/s1600/blog2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuCy_Ouzxb8/Tqgo9vLpr2I/AAAAAAAACcU/92vO7uqkbj4/s400/blog2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love HD83 Harry Douglas. Gettin ready&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dvfyv_1qui4/TqgpLHpjp5I/AAAAAAAACcs/IVWRyag-IRo/s1600/blog5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dvfyv_1qui4/TqgpLHpjp5I/AAAAAAAACcs/IVWRyag-IRo/s400/blog5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Burner Turner. Michael Turner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wanna tackle him, bring your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VJzQwmSsRX0/TqgpQGAHIuI/AAAAAAAACc0/pil9ZaJ-BlA/s1600/blog6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VJzQwmSsRX0/TqgpQGAHIuI/AAAAAAAACc0/pil9ZaJ-BlA/s400/blog6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh, my man crush. Matty Ice. Matt Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pay not attention to #8 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uydd5CyeXvo/TqgpVeYJU6I/AAAAAAAACc8/hdmvlTI2fds/s1600/blog7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uydd5CyeXvo/TqgpVeYJU6I/AAAAAAAACc8/hdmvlTI2fds/s400/blog7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Warming up the arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzWsD2cyKqA/TqgpaIsJnHI/AAAAAAAACdE/pnJ6iOxemMw/s1600/blog8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzWsD2cyKqA/TqgpaIsJnHI/AAAAAAAACdE/pnJ6iOxemMw/s400/blog8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tony G. Best Tight End in football and I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;not talking about his ass ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8Be9eDY79A/TqgpfNT5v8I/AAAAAAAACdM/SUxMCmVliPg/s1600/blog9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8Be9eDY79A/TqgpfNT5v8I/AAAAAAAACdM/SUxMCmVliPg/s400/blog9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Roddy White. Matty Ice's favorite target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FXu1KT680G8/TqgpkMw5p4I/AAAAAAAACdU/Suvkbrb45ck/s1600/huddle.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FXu1KT680G8/TqgpkMw5p4I/AAAAAAAACdU/Suvkbrb45ck/s400/huddle.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Alright boys, time to put it in"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xWl8PGD_1oM/TqgppDpmDqI/AAAAAAAACdc/B3K9jWyZHRk/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xWl8PGD_1oM/TqgppDpmDqI/AAAAAAAACdc/B3K9jWyZHRk/s400/1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fake to Quizz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmTAhXtR0pQ/Tqgptqt31ZI/AAAAAAAACdk/mzkuIWpqrPw/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmTAhXtR0pQ/Tqgptqt31ZI/AAAAAAAACdk/mzkuIWpqrPw/s400/2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rollout to the right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1VEZaqAz98/TqgpyNVR7cI/AAAAAAAACds/ljenBKzrE6A/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1VEZaqAz98/TqgpyNVR7cI/AAAAAAAACds/ljenBKzrE6A/s400/3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Keep rollin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzd71g706eA/Tqgp3YCkQ8I/AAAAAAAACd0/UnZrUB8dUjY/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzd71g706eA/Tqgp3YCkQ8I/AAAAAAAACd0/UnZrUB8dUjY/s400/4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Roll a lil more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aS7pdpCN7Zc/Tqgp8H4t9oI/AAAAAAAACd8/5Ab3rrtL61M/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aS7pdpCN7Zc/Tqgp8H4t9oI/AAAAAAAACd8/5Ab3rrtL61M/s400/5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Throw to Quizz and he..he...he..shit, didnt make it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Bv-4kM_saw/TqgpCSu4XAI/AAAAAAAACcc/K2ekawh2DbI/s1600/blog3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Bv-4kM_saw/TqgpCSu4XAI/AAAAAAAACcc/K2ekawh2DbI/s400/blog3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So on the next play. Turner gets the ball and punches it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Does the ol' body bump celebration with HD83 and that sealed the deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QToR3wXjn38/TqgqAtX2_VI/AAAAAAAACeE/8hr12oC_T80/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QToR3wXjn38/TqgqAtX2_VI/AAAAAAAACeE/8hr12oC_T80/s400/6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that score..Matty Ice blew me a kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I swear, I promise he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, he didnt but I can pretend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Come back tomorrow for the pic's of the ones that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DEFEND THE DOME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-3610675185502050358?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/3610675185502050358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=3610675185502050358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3610675185502050358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3610675185502050358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/from-beginningthe-day-we-kicked-cams.html' title='From the beginning...The Day We Kicked Cam&apos;s Ass.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQUs1sXeK-8/TqgoREFDuxI/AAAAAAAACbs/aF5aYsIeyK8/s72-c/tailgating.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-387963919670015902</id><published>2011-10-25T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T11:39:47.277-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that make you go HMM'/><title type='text'>Did I mention that your wife has a really nice ass?</title><content type='html'>Ever have those moments of "What the hell have I done?" Well I have those often and sometimes I have them and don't even say anything to anyone.&amp;nbsp; Well here is one that I will tell you about. You can laugh at me and I am ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of the repo drivers and his wife came over Friday night and picked up some shit stuff that we were trying to get rid of in the garage sale. I was worried that they would show up to the house before I got home. Usually not a huge deal but T had not met them before and she had told me that C4 was asleep on her lap. Everyone knows that a sleeping 2 year old and a doorbell with strangers don't mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it home before my driver and his wife.&amp;nbsp; I spot cleaned a few things. You know they had never met my family before and he and his wife are very nice. Out there sometimes and usually crazy but nice. So they arrive at our house and I introduce them to T and the C's and the very first thing that my drivers wife does is tell T how all i do is talk about how great she is and how she does all these great things and how i put her up on a pedestal...And T hates that. She hates when all I do is talk about how awesome she is. So that sucked right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then being the crazy guy that he is the driver got the C's all wound up, playing Angry Birds with stuffed animals with the kids, running around the house.&amp;nbsp; That wasn't that bad, kids are kids and they had fun. Got the silly's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there happens to be a certain part of my wife that I love besides her heart and her eyes...Its her ASS. I love T's ass and come to find out I am not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I am leaving the office and someone that was over at my house on Friday night tells me &lt;strong&gt;"Hey I didn't want to say anything to T, but I noticed when she was in the kitchen that she has a really nice ass!"&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I was like...ummmm, ok. THANKS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made it that much more of a crazy statement was that it didn't come from my driver...it came from his wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So survey says that people agree that T has a nice ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-387963919670015902?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/387963919670015902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=387963919670015902&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/387963919670015902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/387963919670015902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/did-i-mention-that-your-wife-has-really.html' title='Did I mention that your wife has a really nice ass?'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-8479856492905360633</id><published>2011-10-24T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T12:12:15.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Wee-Kend Fun.........Bowl Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M5ABib1qq3g/TqV-FdNp08I/AAAAAAAACbk/IleWALqCx2k/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M5ABib1qq3g/TqV-FdNp08I/AAAAAAAACbk/IleWALqCx2k/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was very nice. T and I watched BridesMaids on Friday night and that movie was so so funny. You know its a funny movie if T is laughing at the stupid shit. And she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the kids bowling for the first time ever and they loved it. We had this coupon and it let us bowl and eat and play video games. C1 and C2 bowled very well and C3 and C4 got to use the ramps that you push the ball off of. Pretty cool.&amp;nbsp; The hardest part was keeping the other kids behind the line when it wasn't their turn.&amp;nbsp; They got excited for each other and wanted to help each other.&amp;nbsp; C1 had this run and slide and throw method and it was funny to see him do that. C2 had this side arm type throw and release.&amp;nbsp; No fingers or toes got injured so that is a good thing. Then we ate pizza and played video games. We had a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was so nice that we got to play outside a lot and we cleaned the garage out some. Got rid of some more shit and Brandon came and picked up the treadmill so I can now park in the garage again. Wooo Hoooo. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was more outside time and Falcon Sunday. The Dirty Birds won the game but the Lions were the one playing dirty.&amp;nbsp; T is excited that the Falcons are off next weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my fat ass back in the gym this morning and had a great leg workout and the guy that trained me started talking to me again about training me for his portfolio and certification. Good for me. This guy will get me in shape and looking good and feeling good in time if he can train me again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not going to mention all of the stupid new rules and committees that the neighborhood homeowners association is trying to set up. Yeah, I will save that for another day. I wouldn't want to make the person that leaves newspapers and boxes outside mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well really the weekend was all about playing inside and out. We will enjoy the weather and the weekends outside until the weather cools off for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-8479856492905360633?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/8479856492905360633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=8479856492905360633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8479856492905360633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8479856492905360633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/wee-kend-funbowl-games.html' title='Wee-Kend Fun.........Bowl Games'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M5ABib1qq3g/TqV-FdNp08I/AAAAAAAACbk/IleWALqCx2k/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-2316154578700379619</id><published>2011-10-21T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:50:01.317-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mommyologist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-F-T'/><title type='text'>Fridays Final Thoughts 10-21-11......T looks fine, My leg is saved and Dont Dare Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisdaddysblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="This Daddy's Blog" border="0" src="http://i889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/thinkerguy-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FRIDAYS FINAL THOUGHTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fridays Final Thoughts is the post in which I just go on about things that have happened during the week and what I am facing from the upcoming weekend. I may rant, I may make you laugh, I may make you cry. I will make you do something, just don't hurt yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its Friday and I am ending a short week today. Short because of the Monday Sickness that wrapped up T and wouldn't let her go.&amp;nbsp; Not that I like her being sick, but it was my pleasure to take care of the kids all day and let her rest up and get to feeling better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its Friday and that means I am going to check out Redbox and see if there are any movies that I want to see. And BridesMaids it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its Friday and I am going to tweet a lot today so come on over and lets talk some shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a yard sale WEEKS ago. We got rid of some shit but we still have junk in the garage. And being that it has been in there I have been parking in the driveway. Not anymore.&amp;nbsp; This weekend I am getting stuff to the dump or putting it somewhere else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know there were other things that the wife said I had to clean this weekend but that was last night and I forgot already. I need notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to get this out there. Do you guys ever walk in your house and see your wife and just like that you are wanting to go crazy and rip her clothes off?&amp;nbsp; Shit last night T had this shirt on and damn, she looked good. All I could think about after that was...PO-DO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So C1 wanted him and C2 to dress alike yesterday. That's cool, brothers wanting to dress like each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the doctors saved my leg and I think I am going to survive my 2 week battle with poison ivy. It was hard and I had to tell a lot of people goodbye but thanks to Dr. Grey from the Anatomy Academy I will make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made the mistake yesterday and talked some shit to &lt;a href="http://www.mommyologist.com/"&gt;Mary - The Mommyologist&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, the World Famous Mommy Blogger that writes about the stars and so much more.&amp;nbsp; So yesterday as she was tweeting about how someone mentioned her nails looked so good, so i spouted off &amp;nbsp;"How hard can it be?" and then the battle lines were drawn and the dare was put out there. So this weekend I may be painting my nails. I am never one to back down from a bet or a dare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let the weekend begin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO FALCONS BEAT DA LIONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-2316154578700379619?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/2316154578700379619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=2316154578700379619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2316154578700379619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2316154578700379619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/fridays-final-thoughts-10-21-11t-looks.html' title='Fridays Final Thoughts 10-21-11......T looks fine, My leg is saved and Dont Dare Me!'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-5986021033420320581</id><published>2011-10-20T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T12:09:05.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farms'/><title type='text'>Down on the Farm.....</title><content type='html'>So Saturday we made our way out to one of the local farms. After watching the Food Inc. documentary, we wanted to make sure we took advantage of the local farm day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Hodges Farm / Ranch in Carrollton, Ga.&amp;nbsp;just one of our&amp;nbsp;local farms. He had the stuff we were looking for. Cows, Chickens, Lamb, Sheep, Pigs and if you wanted to ask or know about it bad enough you could even inquire about the semen for sale.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, semen. &lt;a href="http://www.hodgeranch.com/partners.html"&gt;Hodge Ranch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you that you are getting into some kind of shit when you go to this Farm / Ranch. I mean REAL shit. Everywhere, but you know what? That's ok. Its better than seeing corn feed and closed up chicken houses all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Hodge were so nice to go along with sweet looking home and nice farm they had. The first thing we came across as we caught up to Mr. Hodge were the chickens. There was already an egg in the egg house and the chickens were roaming all around.&amp;nbsp; Mr. Hodge allowed the kids to pet a chicken. They loved it. As we left that area, we saw the chicken dog Henry. An older very large dog that was a guardian to the chickens to keep them safe from turkey vulture's and other wildlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came up to maybe the largest pigs I have ever seen in my life. The pigs days were numbered and they were laying around enjoying the weather. C3 who walked around the farm and interacted with the animals like she owned the place just loved ALL the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horse was older, and the kids loved to talk to him and rub him. C4 was eating an apple so we wondered if the horse would try and get it but the horse just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember right, the sheep were..self shedding sheep?&amp;nbsp; Where they really didn't have to be taken care of or groomed. The sheep basically took care of themselves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids found bones and feathers and the cat. Oh my, C3 loved the cat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up getting only a few dozen eggs but you can get other meats from Hodge's as well. Check out the link above for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another awesome thing about Mr. Hodge was that he knew about the Food Inc. Doc when we brought it up. Very informed and smart guy. Told us about when he made the switch to being an all grass fed farm / ranch. And the best part was joking with him that he is a Texas A &amp;amp; M guy and ohhh no, I cant handle A &amp;amp; M guys. He was a good sport about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out our visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGpYcIWe6fQ/TqBD3BOaRWI/AAAAAAAACZ0/afXO9WB2Qbg/s1600/farm1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGpYcIWe6fQ/TqBD3BOaRWI/AAAAAAAACZ0/afXO9WB2Qbg/s400/farm1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Walking on the farm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5oU3B_NfzQ4/TqBD5co1sAI/AAAAAAAACZ8/HAQuFMNF0Ds/s1600/farm2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5oU3B_NfzQ4/TqBD5co1sAI/AAAAAAAACZ8/HAQuFMNF0Ds/s400/farm2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Going to meet Mr. Hodge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAi6hlhV_kU/TqBD9npFHcI/AAAAAAAACaE/15GeihC85r0/s1600/farm3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAi6hlhV_kU/TqBD9npFHcI/AAAAAAAACaE/15GeihC85r0/s400/farm3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Hodge introducing a chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKQQpgG6iKc/TqBEB58IaUI/AAAAAAAACaM/VZWPQRPlIGk/s1600/farm4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKQQpgG6iKc/TqBEB58IaUI/AAAAAAAACaM/VZWPQRPlIGk/s400/farm4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The C's loved this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TG52fhZJ-ek/TqBEEIvoV-I/AAAAAAAACaU/qrXWC6K41Ow/s1600/farm6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TG52fhZJ-ek/TqBEEIvoV-I/AAAAAAAACaU/qrXWC6K41Ow/s400/farm6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C4, taking a closer look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7oaxeSQ8jX0/TqBEG1c6s7I/AAAAAAAACac/bi3xYH4xOw8/s1600/farm7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7oaxeSQ8jX0/TqBEG1c6s7I/AAAAAAAACac/bi3xYH4xOw8/s400/farm7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C3 loving on the pigs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6CrpZVaxbpA/TqBEIj_Zs-I/AAAAAAAACak/IauFTjyrLwk/s1600/farm8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="363" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6CrpZVaxbpA/TqBEIj_Zs-I/AAAAAAAACak/IauFTjyrLwk/s400/farm8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C3 talking to Mr. Hodge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t7X_xwQLwss/TqBELlEgn9I/AAAAAAAACas/cL_saRlKItw/s1600/farm9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t7X_xwQLwss/TqBELlEgn9I/AAAAAAAACas/cL_saRlKItw/s400/farm9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Big Pig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dd2VIG6MC3Q/TqBENhjBfGI/AAAAAAAACaw/74a29YMHtXM/s1600/farm10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="363" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dd2VIG6MC3Q/TqBENhjBfGI/AAAAAAAACaw/74a29YMHtXM/s400/farm10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looking at the Horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4KizEr0Rss/TqBESXFoi0I/AAAAAAAACa8/HcA4DTDWuNE/s1600/farm11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4KizEr0Rss/TqBESXFoi0I/AAAAAAAACa8/HcA4DTDWuNE/s400/farm11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Being sweet with the Horse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R5WtbK7Qz20/TqBEW-qJXNI/AAAAAAAACbM/x5KacHUsPmo/s1600/farm13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R5WtbK7Qz20/TqBEW-qJXNI/AAAAAAAACbM/x5KacHUsPmo/s400/farm13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Old McDonald (Hodge) had some sheep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E-I-E-I-ooooooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great trip and we had fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to the Hodges for teaching and allowing us to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-5986021033420320581?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/5986021033420320581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=5986021033420320581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/5986021033420320581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/5986021033420320581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/down-on-farm.html' title='Down on the Farm.....'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGpYcIWe6fQ/TqBD3BOaRWI/AAAAAAAACZ0/afXO9WB2Qbg/s72-c/farm1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-3398312753269261759</id><published>2011-10-19T11:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:45:19.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Mom'/><title type='text'>Damn Sick Days...Playing Mr. Mom for a Day</title><content type='html'>So I know I have done a million blog posts before about how great T is and how she has such a hard job and she does so much and how does she do it all and blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I can tell you that after doing what she does for an entire day..shit, she really does an amazing job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ4vcZJLCVo/Tp7pMOr4pfI/AAAAAAAACZs/jkgVnbYQKws/s1600/sick+mommy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ4vcZJLCVo/Tp7pMOr4pfI/AAAAAAAACZs/jkgVnbYQKws/s200/sick+mommy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So early Monday morning T got up out of bed saying she didn't feel good and was going to the couch.&amp;nbsp; I did what any awesome husband would do, I told her to make sure she had a blanket. A few hours later I heard all hell breaking loose across the house and I went to see what was up and T was in the other bathroom sick as could be. My honey, so so sick. I waited for her to come out and she laid back on the couch and said she felt a little better and told me to go back to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving for work she was sleeping and I told her to call me if she needed me to come home.&amp;nbsp; Well 40 minutes later she called me and told me to come home. So I turned around and headed for home.&amp;nbsp; When I walked in the door, there was my honey sleeping on the couch with 4 C's telling me Mommy was sick and throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-2762W62wY/Tp7pJ-L-khI/AAAAAAAACZk/2p1kNu2fHWg/s1600/mr+mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-2762W62wY/Tp7pJ-L-khI/AAAAAAAACZk/2p1kNu2fHWg/s200/mr+mom.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is where my day started. My day as Mr. Mom, my day in the life of T. I had no idea what I was in for.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was breakfast. Got the kids fed and that was easy. Fed, washed faces, brushed teeth and then it was on to the next thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeschool.&amp;nbsp;So C1 and C2 knew what they needed to do.&amp;nbsp; They got to the table and opened up computers and got folders out and we started schooling.&amp;nbsp; They knew what to do and all I kept saying was "Does Mommy do this? and Does Mommy do that?"&amp;nbsp; So we did our work and they did it all rather easy and I thought it went good. I&amp;nbsp;now think that I maybe ready&amp;nbsp;to homeschool the kids&amp;nbsp;all the way through high school.&lt;br /&gt;After school was done, we all got dressed and we were going to head to the park for the kids to play since it was so nice out. So I got the kids dressed and packed some stuff up for lunch.&amp;nbsp; Had to make a few stops on the way but we made it to the park and T's Mom met us there to see the kids and have lunch with us.&amp;nbsp; The kids had fun playing and after a few hours we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to the house and T was still laying down, I put the sleeping C4 on the bed and I decided to let the kids watch Nanny McPhee. I got them snack and they sat and watched the movie. They enjoyed it and I started to get dinner ready. I'm looking at the clock and thinking &lt;em&gt;SHIT, is this day gonna ever end? &lt;/em&gt;Kids were playing and dinner was being cooked. (Chicken and Pasta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I had to run C2 up to the school for soccer pictures. Packed up the kids and took them up to the school for a fast hour of standing and team pictures and then it was off to go get T some food that she was craving. Got home and fed her and the kids again and sat down. After sitting down for a bit, I got snack for the kids and kept wondering when the day was going to be over. I usually don't get home till 9pm and it was not even 9 yet and I was so damn tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got the kids to bed and I got T back in bed and she told me something I she didn't have to but it made me feel so good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "You did a good job today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made my day.&amp;nbsp; I looked at her and said "You are allowed to get sick once a year, and this was it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to live a day in the life of her from start to finish. And damn what a long day it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all these years of talking about how awesome she is and how hard she works and how hard it must be... I finally found out on Monday that I was right all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*So update...found out that I did the homeschooling ALL wrong. That is probably why it went so smooth.* And I could never do it all the way until college, Im not that smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-3398312753269261759?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/3398312753269261759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=3398312753269261759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3398312753269261759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3398312753269261759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/damn-sick-daysplaying-mr-mom-for-day.html' title='Damn Sick Days...Playing Mr. Mom for a Day'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ4vcZJLCVo/Tp7pMOr4pfI/AAAAAAAACZs/jkgVnbYQKws/s72-c/sick+mommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-7300862168539645648</id><published>2011-10-14T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T11:09:44.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-F-T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falcons'/><title type='text'>Fridays Final Thoughts 10-14-11...Filled with lots of F's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisdaddysblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="This Daddy's Blog" border="0" src="http://i889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/thinkerguy-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;FRIDAYS FINAL THOUGHTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt; this and&lt;strong&gt; F&lt;/strong&gt; that and a little more&lt;strong&gt; F&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So its another &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;riday. I am so excited for this weekend but then at the same time I know it is going to go by so fast. We have so much planned for the weekend and it is going to be a great one. I have been so stoked about this weekend for several months for a certain reason. And then we added something to it and that me me look forward to it even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here is a look at the weekend ahead from my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Probably different in T's eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight, I think T and I will catch up on some shows we have dvr'd. Then I think I will probably bug the shit out of her and tell her to get off her phone and off ebay and tell her to come to my side of the bed to get a massage. Then I am going to try to work some magic and get the PO-DO going. She will say no, I will say yes, I will win. Trust me its a win....(for me that is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday. Soccer game in Talla-F-ing-Egypt-Poosa. (more country than us). Then we are going to make our rounds to some of the local farms and see what they have for us to buy. Farm fresh foods are the best. We are going to start supporting our local farms and buy from them. Local Farms you have FOOD INC. to thank for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I'm sure we will come home and play and do some yard work and try not to get any more poison shit on my legs or anywhere else on my body. That shit sucks. Itches like a BEEEEEECH!&amp;nbsp; I feel like I am going to need to have my leg cut off. Yeah, Im a sissy...don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure I am going to have a list of stuff to do. I take pride in being a good husband around the house and that means helping with stuff or just doing stuff. Laundry, cleaning, doing whatever needs to be done.&amp;nbsp; So I am going to bust ass and do stuff around the house that way when Sunday gets here and I am at the Atlanta Falcons game, I can feel good that T isn't having a messy house and all kinds of shit laying around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday. You read above and you read it correct. I am going to the Falcons game. I used to have season tickets and I have not been to a game in years. I love that Atlanta Falcons and I loved going to the games. Getting up early and going to the Dome and tailgating. So much fun. So Sunday, I am getting up early and getting the little grill ready with the food and picking up a few buddies and we are going to tailgate and then sit....get this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15 M-F-ing rows behind the Falcons bench. I hope to be able to smell the sweat of Matty Ice and Roddy White and catch a whiff of the funk from Michael Turner and even hear John Abraham talk about hitting Cam Newton. I cant stand any other teams, so screw the Carolina Panthers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another plus about going to the game and having good seats is that since I don't drink anymore, T trusts me with her nice camera and I am hoping to get some great shots. I am really hoping to get some awesome shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this weekend is going to be a great weekend filled with F's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Football&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;....Shhhhhh....its a dirty word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Im not dirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KISS THE BABY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-7300862168539645648?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/7300862168539645648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=7300862168539645648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7300862168539645648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7300862168539645648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/fridays-final-thoughts-10-14-11filled.html' title='Fridays Final Thoughts 10-14-11...Filled with lots of F&apos;s'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-2698234495269086691</id><published>2011-10-13T11:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T13:00:51.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Are You Bored in Your Marriage?</title><content type='html'>Nope, not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with T for over 12 years now and being married for 11 we have both come to realize that some things in our marriage and friendship are just never gonna change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the fact that I am always trying to get some. ALWAYS. Im always being dirty. She now likes to call me "Dirty Ol Thang".&amp;nbsp; I cant help it, she turns me on.&amp;nbsp; I have come to realize that she hates when I try to come into the bathroom when she is in there. She might be doing makeup and I just want to brush my teeth or put my contacts in and she freaks out and locks the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves the fact that I always...ALWAYS go out of my way to aggravate her.&amp;nbsp; I love the way she changes the radio station every time a song comes on that I like and start singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well several months ago, T did something and it has started a new fun thing that we do for each other.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if she likes it or thinks about it the same way that I do, but for me this thing she did added a new feature to our friendship and marriage.&amp;nbsp; You know the little things that make a difference, the extra things that make you laugh, smile and just think about that other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She added a dry erase board in our closet. Classic. I love it. We started counting down our days to vacation. We added little faces and putting words on there for each other. You never know what the other is going to write on the board. I have put clothes near the erase board and then drew and arrow and written "Wear This". She has come out of the closet laughing and said "Im not wearing that and a TIE? And a BELT?" But we both laugh.&amp;nbsp; Here is the latest that I wrote up there the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love my ___________&amp;nbsp; So she added CHEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your ____________&amp;nbsp; First I added EVERYTHING - She countered with PICK ONE&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So I came back and added THIGHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I get a tweet that says "Good Morning Thigh Lover"&amp;nbsp; And that put the biggest smile on my face and I had to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See to me, that right there is just one of the many little things that can make a difference in a marriage.&amp;nbsp;So if your BORED in your marriage and need to try something different, get a different kind of BOARD and&amp;nbsp;see what happens.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;a href="http://s889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dryeraseboard-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/dryeraseboard-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kiss the Baby﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-2698234495269086691?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/2698234495269086691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=2698234495269086691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2698234495269086691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2698234495269086691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/are-you-bored-in-your-marriage.html' title='Are You Bored in Your Marriage?'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-6779353075477761078</id><published>2011-10-12T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:32:28.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falcons'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday...but with a few words...Feels so good to go back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;WORDLESS&lt;/span&gt; WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6BCOxRBeQgo/TpXAAPUb90I/AAAAAAAACZU/9lm5eV92gUY/s1600/atlanta_falcons_wallpaper-31502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6BCOxRBeQgo/TpXAAPUb90I/AAAAAAAACZU/9lm5eV92gUY/s400/atlanta_falcons_wallpaper-31502.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant wait to be here Sunday as the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atlanta Falcons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carolina Panthers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-6779353075477761078?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/6779353075477761078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=6779353075477761078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6779353075477761078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6779353075477761078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/wordless-wednesdaybut-with-few_12.html' title='Wordless Wednesday...but with a few words...Feels so good to go back'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6BCOxRBeQgo/TpXAAPUb90I/AAAAAAAACZU/9lm5eV92gUY/s72-c/atlanta_falcons_wallpaper-31502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-6368300772943712062</id><published>2011-10-11T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:29:24.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Never Leave them Alone With It.</title><content type='html'>So most of you that read my blog are parents and some of you that read it are not. For those of you that are parents, you know all to well the list of items that you don't want your young child or toddler to be alone with. For those of you without kids, you probably have friends that have kids and you get to hear all the stories all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As parents we go day to day and pick up shit off the floor and hide it and take it from our kids. Whether it be from making a trade or to tricking your kid or just being that helicopter parent that follows the kid until he or she is safe. I know everyone may have different lists, and some of the items may be the same but isn't it always so much fun to talk about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read this post from &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/event/momentsofmotherhood/10-things-you-shouldnt-leave-your-toddler-alone-with-2576087/"&gt;Mom Finds on yahoo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and it talked about the 10 Things You Shouldn't Leave Your Toddler Alone With.&amp;nbsp; Well, some of mine are the same and some may not be. Here is my list of ten, in no certain order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Toilet Paper.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; This stuff is always all over the place. Young kids love to unroll it, take it all around the house, it rips so easy. Our kids bathroom looks like the War against TP just took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Hard Balls.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Nothing better than chillin' out on the couch, that is until you close your eyes to doze off and all of a sudden a hard bouncy balls come flying and smacks you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Stickers.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Why decorate your home when you can just leave your kid alone with a sticker book or a pack of stickers and then come back to find out you house has been remodeled and looks like a glitter sticker gingerbread house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Pens, Markers, Crayons etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Really? I have to go into this one? Haven't we all had the chance to walk into a room and see the wonderful display of art that has been put on a wall or furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Keys.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Have somewhere to be in a hurry? Leave your keys lying around? No worries, just ask the one person in your house that cant say a flippin' word except Ninny, Mama, Daddy. Im sure that child knows exactly where your keys are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Laptop.&lt;/strong&gt; Now we have never had the kid that slams it or drops it to the floor or even spill drinks on it. We just have the child that loves to pull of letters and then you have to hunt for the letter, the little holder, and then fit it back onto the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.Phone.&amp;nbsp; Any phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Phones are fun.&amp;nbsp; But when you have a daughter that call 911 and then&amp;nbsp;the local police show up knocking on the door of your dark house, yeah that's when the fun ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.Legos.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I love legos. I love that my kids use imagination to create a whole new world. I even love walking around the house with no socks on and then..OUCH..Mutha.*@%&amp;amp;#&amp;nbsp; stepping on the smallest lego. But that small lego can leave that awesome indention in your foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.Cup of Milk.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Just when you thought it was all gone and you washed it and put it away, you clean out that one place and you find that cup of milk WITH milk still in it. Except its not milk, its a hard white substance that smells like a football players jock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.Dads.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Hey moms, just when you thought it was safe to leave your child alone with your husband aka The Dad (aka This Daddy) THINK AGAIN. Nothing good is coming out of this ladies. Us guys know how to make babies, we don't know how to take care of them. Come on, stay home...FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is my list. Do you have a list. Give me yours, a few, the top one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-6368300772943712062?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/6368300772943712062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=6368300772943712062&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6368300772943712062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/6368300772943712062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/never-leave-them-alone-with-it.html' title='Never Leave them Alone With It.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-8879726928355411660</id><published>2011-10-10T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T12:13:26.581-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Inc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Wee-Kend Fun.........Mommy was away so we all played...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob7dEKKykB8/TpL-ZCKC9NI/AAAAAAAACZQ/5ZvWU13VBkE/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob7dEKKykB8/TpL-ZCKC9NI/AAAAAAAACZQ/5ZvWU13VBkE/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call it when you have kids that fall down on the driveway and scrape up the knees and one get hit in the face with a ball and then you have screaming crying children all over your yard and house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weekend at This Daddys House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great weekend though.&amp;nbsp; Saturday soccer and C2 had a great game. He played really well. We had a streaker of the clothed kind at the game. C4 decided that he would run onto the field and we had to chase him a few times. He loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T actually did something she never does. She had a girls day out with some friends and went to lunch and the movies. She hates being away from &lt;strike&gt;ME&lt;/strike&gt; the kids but it was nice to have her go and I got some awesome playtime with the C's. We all missed her. Most of all ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was an awesome. Woke up had some coffee and some more coffee and made waffles. Well I guess you can call them that. T made fun of them. Then she made more. She thinks I act like I cant do shit so she will end up doing it. (psssst. don't tell her its true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went and trimmed down our butterfly bush and we played outside a lot. T went through the kids clothes and swapped out summer for winter clothes. I watched some football and then we played more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go back to Saturday for a minute.&amp;nbsp; A friend of mine let us use his Netflix password so we could check out the Movie-Documentary Food Inc. Let me just say that this movie gives new meaning to "Scares the Shit out of Me". To see what they do to the animals and how the food is treated and the animals are treated, just makes me sick. Need to eat less of that shit and if I am gonna eat it, needs to be from my house and organic, grass fed. That's why this Saturday we are going to visit farms and find us a local farm to buy from and support them instead of companies like Tyson and Perdue.&amp;nbsp; If you have not seen it, I think you should. Im not saying you have to change how and what you eat, but just so you know. Don't you always want to know? Know what you are eating? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-8879726928355411660?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/8879726928355411660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=8879726928355411660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8879726928355411660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8879726928355411660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/wee-kend-funmommy-was-away-so-we-all.html' title='Wee-Kend Fun.........Mommy was away so we all played...'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob7dEKKykB8/TpL-ZCKC9NI/AAAAAAAACZQ/5ZvWU13VBkE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-2808189804889107166</id><published>2011-10-07T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:58:56.544-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-F-T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas Longhorns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falcons'/><title type='text'>Fridays Final Thoughts....Its a Burnt Orange and Black and Red Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisdaddysblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="This Daddy's Blog" border="0" src="http://i889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/thinkerguy-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;FRIDAYS FINAL THOUGHTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ready for the weekend?&amp;nbsp; I know I am.&amp;nbsp; I feel like it is going to be a good weekend.&amp;nbsp; Things are going good at the house, wife and kids are doing awesome. The weather is good too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a good week of working out at the gym. I started a solid Mon-Wed-Fri routine. Blasted my body and managed to fit in some cardio. Now I need to stick with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im thinking about a movie for me and T tonight. Im going to see whats new and check something out.&amp;nbsp; Maybe let the kids watch a Halloween movie and get them in the spirit.&amp;nbsp; Saturday morning we have a soccer game and then later T is going to hang out with a friend of hers. I think lunch and a movie.&amp;nbsp; So while the wife is away...the daddy and the kids will play. I think we will write our letters and color some pictures for the Berts Big Thank You &lt;a href="http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/are-you-pretender-or-sender.html"&gt;Read Here&lt;/a&gt;. Then I think we may play legos and build something cool. Probably make some of my famous nachos for lunch. Ahhhh the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I cant forget about the big Big BIg BIG game that is on Saturday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koUv8JQ8Jrg/To8eaxkj3TI/AAAAAAAACZI/wwBWLhPMMtI/s1600/imagesCASG1LPJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koUv8JQ8Jrg/To8eaxkj3TI/AAAAAAAACZI/wwBWLhPMMtI/s400/imagesCASG1LPJ.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Texas vs. Oklahoma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Both teams are 4-0. OU is #2 in the Country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Big Game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will be wearing my UT stuff tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhhh, Sunday. What better to do on a Sunday than.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Get done what needs to be done so I can sit down at 8pm and watch my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ATLANTA FALCONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWhWV1F5kZA/To8fo7NQ8nI/AAAAAAAACZM/wkrkBBpOvp4/s1600/matty-ice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWhWV1F5kZA/To8fo7NQ8nI/AAAAAAAACZM/wkrkBBpOvp4/s400/matty-ice.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are playing the Green Bay fudgePackers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the Packers. And they destroyed us last year in the playoffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So Sunday night, you can find me at my house and on my couch. Dressed in my gear and ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feel free to tweet me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or text me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;during the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you call me....You will get cursed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-2808189804889107166?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/2808189804889107166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=2808189804889107166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2808189804889107166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2808189804889107166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/fridays-final-thoughtsits-burnt-orange.html' title='Fridays Final Thoughts....Its a Burnt Orange and Black and Red Weekend'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koUv8JQ8Jrg/To8eaxkj3TI/AAAAAAAACZI/wwBWLhPMMtI/s72-c/imagesCASG1LPJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-4546459664460922577</id><published>2011-10-06T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:38:57.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Yes this is for real, I am offering Marriage Advice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZOp-OKKiyM/To3LZ-1AtKI/AAAAAAAACZE/w25H3WyZ7XU/s1600/marriage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZOp-OKKiyM/To3LZ-1AtKI/AAAAAAAACZE/w25H3WyZ7XU/s1600/marriage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have heard a lot recently about how men should do this and husbands should do this and my wife this and my wife that and I got my wife she knows what to do and I run my house and yeah yeah yeah...whatever. West Coast, East, North and South, some people are all the same. Wives should do this and that and that is just the way it was meant to be. That is such bullshit. Why some men and I guess some women feel that it is a set way of life that certain things need to be done by certain spouses makes me shake my head. Equal, ummm, I know that T and I are equals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance this past Sunday T and I were laughing as we sat there and I said, "You know, you cut the grass today and I did laundry?" We laughed, and joked that we swap roles. She does the yard work and I do the dishes and cleaning and laundry. I mean we had a good few minutes of laughing about it. You know what though, shit got done and we both got what we wanted. I got to watch the Falcons and get laundry done and she got to be outside on a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brings me to an article I read and I wanted to give my take and thoughts on some of this. I agree with some of it and some of it I don't. The article 7 Things Your Husband Wants to Tell You &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/sex/7-things-your-husband-wants-to-tell-you-2508503/"&gt;Read Here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;goes over things that a husband wants to tell his wife to help close the gap on communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. A small "thank-you" makes a huge difference.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Really? Sometimes it may. But when a husbands does things that NEED to be done, why does it have to be followed up with a "Thank You"? Yeah, its nice, but shit fella's its your house, your yard, your car, your marriage, etc too. Do the dishes, laundry and don't wait for a thank you, just get it done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I’m more likely to offer you concrete advice than a shoulder to cry on.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I learned a long time ago that women sometimes just want that shoulder and ear. Someone to listen to. Men they don't always want advice, so I disagree with this one too. I think women these days will ASK you for advice or your input when they want it. So guys shut up and listen. Some women only deal with kids all day and cant vent to them, so lend an ear and a shoulder and shut the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you want a chore done by a certain day, tell me that.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; The first one I agree with. I am a man. A stupid two track minded man.&amp;nbsp;PO-DO and Sports. T knows I need a list. Lists of shit to do benefits both of us. I will walk around the house looking for shit to do and get NOTHING done. She makes me a list, BAM it gets knocked out. Ladies make you men a list and give it to them. See if that helps. And by the way, that up top mean&amp;nbsp;PO-DO with my wife..thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Tell me directly what’s bothering you.&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah another I agree with. I always ask T and probably too much if anything is bothering her or if she wants to talk. But men are not mind readers. Again goes back to us and what drives our thought patterns. MEN DON'T KNOW SHIT. YOU HAVE TO TELL US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Please don’t ask me how you look in that dress.&lt;/strong&gt; T doesn't care what I think anyways, so I am all good on this one. And since I am always eyeballing her ass and boobs and she usually tells me to shut it and leave her alone. I tell her all the time I think she looks nice and what shes wearing but she doesn't care. Women if we told you the truth all the time about what you wear, then you would be bitches all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. I wish you didn’t think we had to talk all the time to be close.&lt;/strong&gt; Guys its not always SEX and SPORTS, so what do you have after that?&amp;nbsp; Conversation with your wife. Talk to her dumbass. Be sneaky find out what she likes or better yet...just ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I wish you wanted sex more.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Oh hell yeah. I AGREE with this all the way. I wish T wanted PO-DO all the time, but guess what? She doesn't and sad to say Im ok with that. She has long days and harder days than me. She has the kids, cleans, cooks. Kids are up her ass all day long and I'm sure the last thing she wants is me all over her trying to get on her.&amp;nbsp; Guys, other things lead to sex. Sure she might want the quickie and roll over and go to sleep but guys you actually have to work for it and trust me, if you put the little work into getting her to have more sex, it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, no need to thank me now. Ladies, after your husbands have become better husbands, just give me the Internet pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-4546459664460922577?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/4546459664460922577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=4546459664460922577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/4546459664460922577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/4546459664460922577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/yes-this-is-for-real-i-am-offering.html' title='Yes this is for real, I am offering Marriage Advice.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZOp-OKKiyM/To3LZ-1AtKI/AAAAAAAACZE/w25H3WyZ7XU/s72-c/marriage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-2394419210442421372</id><published>2011-10-05T08:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:34:30.102-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4C&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday...but with a few words...That Long Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;﻿WORDLESS WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGxs2sRBk9s/ToxNAfhJiuI/AAAAAAAACZA/aoHsb9yJFOU/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGxs2sRBk9s/ToxNAfhJiuI/AAAAAAAACZA/aoHsb9yJFOU/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+186.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You know that road that you travel during the course of life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See these five people? There is no one on Earth that I would rather walk down that road with.&amp;nbsp; Each step, each day, each and every mile that we cover along our journey....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We do it together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The road is hard sometimes, and it has its bumps and roadblocks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...but we navigate and make it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...Together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my wife and my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-2394419210442421372?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/2394419210442421372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=2394419210442421372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2394419210442421372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/2394419210442421372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/wordless-wednesdaybut-with-few.html' title='Wordless Wednesday...but with a few words...That Long Road'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGxs2sRBk9s/ToxNAfhJiuI/AAAAAAAACZA/aoHsb9yJFOU/s72-c/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-7227933260989635573</id><published>2011-10-04T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T11:55:38.016-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bert Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Military'/><title type='text'>Are You A Pretender or A Sender?</title><content type='html'>Are you too good to say thank you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too busy to sit down and write a letter or a thank you note?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets find out who are the talkers and who are the doers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets find out who is a pretender and who is a sender!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sender of a letter that is.&amp;nbsp; You might be asking yourself "Sender of a Letter"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that some of my readers are spouses of military members and family of military members. I know that growing up in a military family myself that what I am about to challenge you with is something that is so simple and something that is so quick and easy.&amp;nbsp; I am about to put it in your hands and we are going to find out if you are a&amp;nbsp;Pretender or a Sender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that I pay Bert (pennies) for blog post ideas, I feel that knowing I have some readers and Internet friends, I can help make an impact to Bert and The Bert Shows newest campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bert Shows Big Thank You &lt;a href="http://thebertshow.com/the-bert-shows-big-thank-you/"&gt;Read More Here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; is an idea that the radio show The Bert Show came up with to send and give thanks to the men and women of our Military on Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; We have so many men and women service members that are overseas and they will be spending that special day away from home and without family.&amp;nbsp; So what the The Big Thank You is trying to do is to get hundreds of thousands of letters from us out to all the military personal that is overseas.&amp;nbsp; They are wanting every person to have a letter on that day.&amp;nbsp; These letters&amp;nbsp;can make a difference. A letter from you, me, our kids can make a soldier that hasn't read a piece of mail in months light up like the moon on a clear night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what your letter could do. Imagine what a letter from your child&amp;nbsp;could do to that soldier.&amp;nbsp; For me, maybe a letter talking about sports could&amp;nbsp;make that soldier feel at home for even just a minute. Maybe a letter with a drawing from your kids could make that soldier beam with delight about his or hers own kids.&amp;nbsp; Some soldiers don't have anyone.&amp;nbsp;You could be that soldiers someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me being the shit talker that I am....I am bringing&amp;nbsp;it to you. My readers,&amp;nbsp;my followers, my friends, my family...Can you be unselfish enough to find a couple minutes to write a letter. Can you get your kids to write a letter and maybe draw a picture for a soldier that is protecting our Country. ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't read this and say to yourself what a great idea it is...Read this and&amp;nbsp;DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember time to decide if you are a PRETENDER or a SENDER !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the link for info is&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thebertshow.com/the-bert-shows-big-thank-you/"&gt;The Bert Shows Big Thank You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-7227933260989635573?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/7227933260989635573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=7227933260989635573&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7227933260989635573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/7227933260989635573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/are-you-pretender-or-sender.html' title='Are You A Pretender or A Sender?'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-8932251151525794999</id><published>2011-10-03T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T08:39:20.708-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Wee-Kend Fun.........Know when to say when....to not mess with something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aU6fkPXTX94/TomlQ8PE81I/AAAAAAAACY8/f98mkIftXtQ/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aU6fkPXTX94/TomlQ8PE81I/AAAAAAAACY8/f98mkIftXtQ/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend is over and its already back to work time. For some its a reminder of that old Willie Nelson song, "On the Road Again". And that reminder is for my parents who had a nice weekend visit with us as they leave their home in Virginia and head for the new ﻿home outside San Antonio, Tx.&amp;nbsp; My Uncle Buzz was with them as they needed an extra body to drive another vehicle down and help finish up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice dinner Friday night at the Japanese Steak House that rocks and it is so good that we only eat there when they come into town. Got stuffed and actually ran into my personal trainer from the gym and his wife and kids. Had to pretend that I was eating healthy...not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning C2 had his soccer game. Funny we thought the game was earlier and we got up and got ready and then saw the schedule and we were up an hour early. Oh well. The weather is cooler and the kids had to make sure they ran around to stay warm. Another loss for the team and that's ok, C2 had fun and he loves to play. At 6 years old, I don't think he cars about the wins and losses yet. I guess that will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate breakfast with my parents and uncle and then they were back in the trucks and headed for dryer and hotter land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my parents have been great and have given us a few laptops for the kids to use for school. Well, they gave us another one this visit. So me being the DUMBASS that I am...we get home from dinner Friday night and get the kids in bed and what do I have to do?&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I have to get out the laptop and play and see it and mess with it and fiddle faddle around and guess what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I screw up the ENTIRE internet system in our house and we have no internet. So Friday night I give it up and figure that I will look at it Saturday sometime. Saturday night comes and I cant figure out what in the hell I did. I call our local internet provider and its not them, its our router. I call the router company and its out of warranty, so they cant help me. So after talking to two people that I CANT even understand, I give up for then night..after T takes and tweets a picture of me on a chair, after she laughs at me...only so she doesn't curse me out, after C3 asks me if I broke the internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Brings us to FOOTBALL Sunday.&amp;nbsp; I get done some of the other b.s. that I have to do and then I get back to the computer. Still not knowing what I did or what I messed up, I send a tweet to Christopher a great guy on twitter who is the Computer Genius and I wait...Wait until I feel the death stares, the laser eyes burning holes in me from T.....all I keep hearing in my head are the words she said to me..."You BETTER get this fixed before school Monday!!!!!" Shit...Christopher having a life of his own and a family and other MORE IMPORTANT things to do hadn't gotten back to me yet...so I caved and called more people. I called router company again and they finally helped me.&amp;nbsp; Spending time (hours) on the phone with this lady and re-configuring and re-setting and re-installing out router that I erased (????) did the trick. She did get yelled at by me for screwing up my wireless printer but she took it ok.&amp;nbsp; I am glad that Christopher didn't have to get any of my asshole'ness over the phone, not a good first impression to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wireless internet works on all laptops and desktop.&amp;nbsp; T and the two C's can do school.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson to take from this.....DONT PHUCK WITH SHIT THAT DOESN'T NEED TO BE MESSED WITH!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended a being a great weekend. Parents and Uncle are back on the road, the Atlanta Falcons WON (by the damn hair on their chins), got the fall/winter clothes out, kids are good and the wife is able to get back on the internet to do school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-8932251151525794999?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/8932251151525794999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=8932251151525794999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8932251151525794999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/8932251151525794999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/10/wee-kend-funknow-when-to-say-whento-not.html' title='Wee-Kend Fun.........Know when to say when....to not mess with something'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aU6fkPXTX94/TomlQ8PE81I/AAAAAAAACY8/f98mkIftXtQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-3468696768146303984</id><published>2011-09-30T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:07:49.662-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4C&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-F-T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Fridays Final Thoughts 9-30-11...Hilton Head Beach Vacation..Chillin on a boat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisdaddysblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="This Daddy's Blog" border="0" src="http://i889.photobucket.com/albums/ac96/Serene0415/thinkerguy-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIDAYS FINAL THOUGHTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today as I end up Hilton Head Beach Vacation 2011 my thoughts are about being on a boat.&amp;nbsp; I love boats. I don't get sick, they are relaxing, calming, you can see so much.&amp;nbsp; So today you will get to see some pics of us while we were on the boat that took us on the dolphin tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z_D1qCv5jk/ToXg4iVmveI/AAAAAAAACXk/UNJL8GczUKM/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z_D1qCv5jk/ToXg4iVmveI/AAAAAAAACXk/UNJL8GczUKM/s320/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+207.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lollipops for everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTrq-tlr3g0/ToXg8eKAk-I/AAAAAAAACXo/TaBfpL5F8HE/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTrq-tlr3g0/ToXg8eKAk-I/AAAAAAAACXo/TaBfpL5F8HE/s320/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+208.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The one who had to have many lollipops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l15l-g4F1l8/ToXhAXJrI2I/AAAAAAAACXs/-W-qYPaiXBE/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l15l-g4F1l8/ToXhAXJrI2I/AAAAAAAACXs/-W-qYPaiXBE/s320/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+209.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving the docks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZ3ru863WCs/ToXhFcOdiVI/AAAAAAAACXw/Jmv6-3oiJ28/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZ3ru863WCs/ToXhFcOdiVI/AAAAAAAACXw/Jmv6-3oiJ28/s320/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+211.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looking off into the unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTguG7SHLrA/ToXhbcy4D8I/AAAAAAAACX0/deoZVZIrcjQ/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTguG7SHLrA/ToXhbcy4D8I/AAAAAAAACX0/deoZVZIrcjQ/s320/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+218.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ok, not the unknown, but the lighthouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vgWgiEN877U/ToXhedjPEqI/AAAAAAAACX4/6-wNx23OKLM/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vgWgiEN877U/ToXhedjPEqI/AAAAAAAACX4/6-wNx23OKLM/s320/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+234.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had our own section of the boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's how we roll, or float&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gj1DETtM4fM/ToXhgOmRU7I/AAAAAAAACX8/t8pFN_Ruses/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gj1DETtM4fM/ToXhgOmRU7I/AAAAAAAACX8/t8pFN_Ruses/s320/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+236.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C1 looking out at the dolphins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37lrPIlas_c/ToXhiPUUn9I/AAAAAAAACYA/pCW0PbeXuMI/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37lrPIlas_c/ToXhiPUUn9I/AAAAAAAACYA/pCW0PbeXuMI/s320/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+239.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C3 wondering if she can escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85bNBrYdfyA/ToXhl-C1rjI/AAAAAAAACYE/iAEbYpuIWT8/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85bNBrYdfyA/ToXhl-C1rjI/AAAAAAAACYE/iAEbYpuIWT8/s320/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wasn't sick, maybe tired. I told you boats are relaxing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--03gEP0udHY/ToXhpqz4uPI/AAAAAAAACYI/Im-PilAc4MU/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--03gEP0udHY/ToXhpqz4uPI/AAAAAAAACYI/Im-PilAc4MU/s320/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+243.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now looking into the unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZUdzUGld1w/ToXhshhDOvI/AAAAAAAACYM/TXlaaw1USNc/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZUdzUGld1w/ToXhshhDOvI/AAAAAAAACYM/TXlaaw1USNc/s320/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+244.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C4 had to be at the front of the boat the whole time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7BgU7XXbNI/ToXhwuNhMhI/AAAAAAAACYQ/MMm2vZjqUkM/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7BgU7XXbNI/ToXhwuNhMhI/AAAAAAAACYQ/MMm2vZjqUkM/s320/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+246.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Give mommy a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3oP7j-OtQ4/ToXh1VU-hpI/AAAAAAAACYU/x8SCmMZ0eWk/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3oP7j-OtQ4/ToXh1VU-hpI/AAAAAAAACYU/x8SCmMZ0eWk/s320/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now you give mommy a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bl1Kp41hfq0/ToXh3p0ITbI/AAAAAAAACYY/evsHEPEPz8Q/s1600/IMAG0442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bl1Kp41hfq0/ToXh3p0ITbI/AAAAAAAACYY/evsHEPEPz8Q/s320/IMAG0442.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My two awesome girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nptQqqSJUe0/ToXh5pjW-6I/AAAAAAAACYc/vD_u5P-Q6S0/s1600/IMAG0443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nptQqqSJUe0/ToXh5pjW-6I/AAAAAAAACYc/vD_u5P-Q6S0/s320/IMAG0443.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The wind in their hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZekfaQ7Y0c/ToXh7skuBgI/AAAAAAAACYg/DntUd-DjjUw/s1600/IMAG0444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZekfaQ7Y0c/ToXh7skuBgI/AAAAAAAACYg/DntUd-DjjUw/s320/IMAG0444.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And capri suns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7xse1A2fD_I/ToXiHRfV7fI/AAAAAAAACYk/3yBCw1-R9LU/s1600/IMAG0445-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7xse1A2fD_I/ToXiHRfV7fI/AAAAAAAACYk/3yBCw1-R9LU/s320/IMAG0445-1.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Make them feel good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5sT5SdX9pI/ToXiJIj86jI/AAAAAAAACYo/BU8FwUaG7ik/s1600/IMAG0446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5sT5SdX9pI/ToXiJIj86jI/AAAAAAAACYo/BU8FwUaG7ik/s320/IMAG0446.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y09y46ztM3E/ToXiK-WShEI/AAAAAAAACYs/sjZaGCL96zQ/s1600/IMAG0447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y09y46ztM3E/ToXiK-WShEI/AAAAAAAACYs/sjZaGCL96zQ/s320/IMAG0447.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;T, looks good on a boat. Maybe in our future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9Ef7ZWrVww/ToXiNBzGOnI/AAAAAAAACYw/hzL5vpQquxU/s1600/IMAG0448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9Ef7ZWrVww/ToXiNBzGOnI/AAAAAAAACYw/hzL5vpQquxU/s320/IMAG0448.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looking natural, future deckhands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmA9iLBROv8/ToXiR5B739I/AAAAAAAACY0/j0Z8ST6IkQ4/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmA9iLBROv8/ToXiR5B739I/AAAAAAAACY0/j0Z8ST6IkQ4/s320/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+212.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More lollipops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me, T, the 4 C's,&amp;nbsp;a boat, capri suns and&amp;nbsp;lollipops...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That was all that was needed to have fun on the adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss the Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thisdaddysig.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="50" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/Tracy041500/thisdaddysig.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001950131693134141-3468696768146303984?l=www.thisdaddysblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/feeds/3468696768146303984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8001950131693134141&amp;postID=3468696768146303984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3468696768146303984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001950131693134141/posts/default/3468696768146303984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thisdaddysblog.com/2011/09/fridays-final-thoughts-9-30-11hilton.html' title='Fridays Final Thoughts 9-30-11...Hilton Head Beach Vacation..Chillin on a boat.'/><author><name>This Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01168498409344785544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ja_AQ8Nxukc/TCEDCcqAGxI/AAAAAAAABI4/4WQHMQhFBRU/S220/Daddy+and+Camlin+for+blog'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z_D1qCv5jk/ToXg4iVmveI/AAAAAAAACXk/UNJL8GczUKM/s72-c/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001950131693134141.post-1320252068518557346</id><published>2011-09-29T13:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:22:34.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4C&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Hilton Head, S.C. Beach Vacation 2011...Our attempt at some Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ready for more Hilton Head Beach Vacation pictures? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No!? Too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well as you parents know, it is not easy getting your kids to take pictures. I think it becomes harder when you have four.&amp;nbsp; One doesn't want to take them, one is out of control, "I don't want to stand next to her", we hear it all. But what more beautiful place to take family pictures than the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So here is our attempt at our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FAMILY PICTURES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HILTON HEAD BEACH, SC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GxqbhMuNquA/ToSjXQLxORI/AAAAAAAACWk/_jSehA_LY9g/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GxqbhMuNquA/ToSjXQLxORI/AAAAAAAACWk/_jSehA_LY9g/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+253.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the boardwalk to the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bX7pse9DKLU/ToSjb5DarZI/AAAAAAAACWo/vBGWLLEJooQ/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bX7pse9DKLU/ToSjb5DarZI/AAAAAAAACWo/vBGWLLEJooQ/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+262.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at them so sweet and getting along so nicely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXk6SgyK4Dw/ToSjf497oLI/AAAAAAAACWs/udz54ARfK8U/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXk6SgyK4Dw/ToSjf497oLI/AAAAAAAACWs/udz54ARfK8U/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+263.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ummm, C4 can you get up here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx749goodDM/ToSjkwFbPAI/AAAAAAAACWw/u2BvbrZKwPE/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx749goodDM/ToSjkwFbPAI/AAAAAAAACWw/u2BvbrZKwPE/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+264.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, C4 now turn and look at mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PFM7XVaq8c/ToSjohUNlBI/AAAAAAAACW0/Q-SWxfaVDw8/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PFM7XVaq8c/ToSjohUNlBI/AAAAAAAACW0/Q-SWxfaVDw8/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+265.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No, C4 up and look at mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DMtOL3kHY4/ToSjsovDHDI/AAAAAAAACW4/UuOGvzXaOEk/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DMtOL3kHY4/ToSjsovDHDI/AAAAAAAACW4/UuOGvzXaOEk/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+266.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, C4 where did you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eFXUjJQt9TU/ToSjwxayjpI/AAAAAAAACW8/9wCoxZykIHc/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eFXUjJQt9TU/ToSjwxayjpI/AAAAAAAACW8/9wCoxZykIHc/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+269.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So how do T and I get a picture of ourselves together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We let C1 take control of the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q1r8DsgFcR4/ToSj1p0adUI/AAAAAAAACXA/da-lbsVOFn0/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q1r8DsgFcR4/ToSj1p0adUI/AAAAAAAACXA/da-lbsVOFn0/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+277.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, this is a mommy and daddy picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TsecC5JcuOk/ToSj5lUvFAI/AAAAAAAACXE/smipyKIhTBI/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TsecC5JcuOk/ToSj5lUvFAI/AAAAAAAACXE/smipyKIhTBI/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+280.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlBUtn-A2nA/ToSj9qT0Y8I/AAAAAAAACXI/uo_hfpqs1KA/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlBUtn-A2nA/ToSj9qT0Y8I/AAAAAAAACXI/uo_hfpqs1KA/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+281.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's what Im talking about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lv3n90G9BlE/ToSkBkzt5nI/AAAAAAAACXM/GN87PBNbOFo/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lv3n90G9BlE/ToSkBkzt5nI/AAAAAAAACXM/GN87PBNbOFo/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+287.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My turn behind the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Where is C4...AGAIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QlqEg6zvUo0/ToSkFo2sj4I/AAAAAAAACXQ/UqycbleBvw0/s1600/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QlqEg6zvUo0/ToSkFo2sj4I/AAAAAAAACXQ/UqycbleBvw0/s400/Hilton+Head+9-2011+3+296.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/
