Sitting in my house, maybe board maybe lazy.
My two lovely kids, cartoons, video games, naps.
I asked hours and hours ago "Wanna get outta here"
Nakedly they ignored me.
Taught my son how to play Super Mario Bros 3,
Played Legend Of Zelda too.
Never thought those games would be awesome again.
Parenthood. Proving me wrong on a daily basis.
Scooby Doo again? Yep Scooby Doo again.
It was just pouring rain outside and looks like it will again,
Guess they knew something I didn't. Again.
Online shopping for my boy's Birthday present.
Sixty marked down to thirty, plus a forty dollar gift that will blow his mind,
Earned me a free Twenty Five doallar gift card, used my five dollar rewards.
Figure that means I only spent thirty, or hats how they make me justify,
My mini in home shopping spree. Can't wait till the birthday party.
So I can play with my kid's playing with the new toys.
Even dinner is way too easy, wish I had chosen something harder to cook.
My cat's boyfriend is here, they sound like horses when they chase each other.
Facebook status asking for help for some displaced friends,
I get more responses from saying something dumb,
Dumb this time, I guess, in the context of mute.
What a day, what a life, what to do?
I already did it all, nothing was better then nothing.
Mr. Dadtastic Says "My Blessed boredom, so much better then I deserve"

                                           
 Are you, or someone you know, taking life too seriously? Do you find yourself spending more time worrying then laughing on a daily basis? When something goes wrong is your first thought "Why does everything bad happen to me?" If you answered yes to any or all of these questions then I am sorry to tell you that you are indeed taking life too seriously.
   Of course now you just added something new to your list of all the things wrong with your life, but there is help and fortunately a very bright side right on the horizon. It is not a new medication in the "Forgetitall" family and you can't buy it at your local Wall-mart. Fact is every one is born with it and it is always right within reach. It is your inner child.
   You may think that what I said is so cliche, but that is the "Too Seriously, Outer Adult" talking and they HATE your inner child, which is why it has effectively been burying that carefree part of you for years with everything including the leaky kitchen sink. Any psychology majors out there probably already see that this is just that same old Id Vs Ego debate. Ego is generally a negative term for a good reason, the ego is the part of your psyche that craves attention and as we all know human nature tends towards misery for attention, thus woe is you, but once you find then learn to listen to your inner child something amazing will happen.
  Suddenly attention seeking behavior trickles under the carefree happiness because the thing about young children is that they find beauty in everything and once you do too it becomes very hard to worry about what people think of you. Society demands that you shackle your dreams if you are to ever "get ahead", but does any one really ever get ahead. Rich people are even more afraid of not having money then the people who have so much less. STOP! RE-Read the former sentence and absorb it in all of it's irony.
  Find your inner child and go out and buy it something in ways of an apology. Take it to the playground and watch a cartoon or two with it. View other peoples actions through the eyes of your inner child, notice how silly their actions seem and how very self serving it all is, especially how mostly it serves their own egos. Take a vacation with your inner child and when you return you will feel like a whole new person, after that just remember the sound of your inner child's voice and remember to love and value it's opinion. It wont happen over night, but eventually you will take a quick look in your own rear view mirror and notice that you've been driving in the sun for a while already and with eyes wide open you'll see even the largest obstacle in your new life with child like wonder and notice that the world is your playground.

Mr. Dadtastic says "Climbing the tallest, scariest ladder to the top is the beginning of the best, most exciting slides"

   It looks like the inventor of the magnetically held light bulb is still looking for investors into his "bright" idea. Here is a blog telling us how his special made adapters can fit into existing light fixtures , but still use the magnetic aspect to hold them into place as opposed to the old screw - in method.
  In my opinion the man has a good idea in which he takes existing technology and offers a slightly better way to use it and that seems to be the kind of invention that will go somewhere.

Mr. Dadtastic Says "Good luck magnet light bulb man"

 

                       I don't care how old you are, if you are old enough to read this post then you have heard that pot (you know, marijuana) is a gateway drug. If you are thinking by that first line that this is going to be a "legalize it" post then clear your mind, if you are smoking right now then that should not be too hard for you ;P . For starters I will tell you that I started smoking pot when I was twelve, funny thing is that when I was eleven I was putting anti-marijuana pamphlets that I got in school into my fathers sock drawer, where he kept his bowl and his stash. Yeah, he got a kick out of it too.

  This post however is not about pot, it is actually about the gateways that await every youth in the world. I am going to say this and regardless of what you may feel about this statement I want you to know that I stand firmly by it with my arms crossed and my face straight. Marijuana is the LEAST of all gateways. There are other gateways that lie in wait like the booby traps in lame video games, I would tell you which games but as it were they are so mediocre who can remember them?

    I am going to say that the very first gateway to drug use is the also the one that NO child has control over. Their parents. Do they do them so it seems OK? Are they constantly warning and pushing, causing an adverse reaction, oh the delightful taboo?
Do they seem so indifferent or always too busy to care? Scary to think that no matter what you do as a parent YOU may be their initial reason to get high. I am very sorry to say that and wonder everyday what kind of parent I will need to be when that scary time comes.
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