First Take…

So I guess the easiest way to start one of these off is by giving the rundown of the who, the what, and the why.

I’ll start with the why…  I was talking with a buddy’s wife about her blog and how it was going and how I liked that she included her husband’s take from time to time.  I mentioned how I actually have been thinking about doing something like that but really didn’t know what avenue to take.  She was kind enough to give me a little guidance, so here I am.

The what…  Right now I’m not a 100% on the direction of this thing but I’m sure it will start to hash itself out as we move along.  I mean this really is my first attempt at doing something like this so who knows how long it will be before it crashes and burns, hopefully that doesn’t happen.  I do know that whatever comes out will just be real life from the perspective of myself as a father to other fathers who are new to the game, old to the game, don’t want to be in the game, thinking about getting in the game, or simply say “fuck that” I just want something to read while in the bathroom (for fathers, that’s sometimes the only alone time we get).  Sometimes it will be advice, opinions, stories, experiences, or just whatever comes to mind.

The who… So to keep it simple, I am a 33 year old father of a 2 year old son and a negative 8 month old daughter (yep, she is still cooking in mom’s belly).   I grew up playing sports which means I didn’t spend that much time in the books.  But I did, only god knows how, graduate from college with a degree in computer science.  I pride myself on being more street smart and common sense oriented than being a bookworm.  I was lucky enough to find a girl that was willing to put up with my type A over aggressive very particular OCD speaking my mind no filter having stubborn ass, so I married her.

My son is all boy, no doubt about it.  He loves cars, trains, riding bikes, wrestling, eating, pooping, football and most of all his milk. My daughter pretty much just lays around all day kicking her mother in the ribs and helping to make her go pee every 15 minutes, but I am sure in the next few weeks she is going to be a whole lot more active when she makes her grand appearance into this world (you know I’m pumped, tax write off number 2).

My wife is from the south so you know I had to deal with drama from first time I took her on our first date, just kidding she is not that bad hahaha.  She comes from a good loving family that is always there for anyone at the drop of a hat and accepted me from the word go.  She motivates me in ways she will never understand and sometimes never intended, but my drive comes from the desire to make sure she and our babies are always taken care of.

My parents are ‘simple folk’ who met and married one another after only knowing each other for two weeks, I know bat shit crazy right, but they ended up being together for 31 years until the passing of my father.  I have two siblings, an older half-sister and a younger one that’s blood (for all intents and purposes this will be the last time I EVER mention the younger one).  I grew up a military brat that moved around a lot as a young buck but we ended up settling down around my middle school days.  I grew up with not a lot.  What little we had was either taken back by the people we got it from or we made it last as long as humanly possible… and sometimes even longer than that.  Pops was very stern growing up, showing little emotion in one regard or another but he did make sure we had what we needed and that he was the one to handle the discipline.  He was a proud man that didn’t say much about how he was brought up other than a few brief conversations that would not lead one to believe he had a happy childhood.  Nonetheless he was my father and I admired him for what he did to give us a life that was a little better than his growing up.  My mother was more the laid back parent who turns out to be more of a friend than a parent (if you get what I’m talking about… the cool mom).  For me, growing up with that type of parenting drove my ass crazy, I always felt that I had to be the parent of the parent.  But with that said, moms also did what she had to do to make sure I had what I needed in life.

That’s me in a box, nothing special, just some guy who figured he had something to say and that someone might want to listen (technically read).  The first take is in the books so we’ll see what the next page will brings…