Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Happy New Year!

Crazy Train (of thought)

Ever experienced inadvertent consequences, like making your child carry her own luggage upstairs, only to later find scuff marks and dings on the walls all the way up the staircase?

I had a great Christmas but am glad it is over for many reasons, not the least of which is the Asian guy is no longer at the front door of Target singing “Fa-ra-rarara-ra-ra-ra-ra!” at the top of his lungs.

Why do the cashiers insist on putting Kroger stickers on large items in my cart when there are no sticker police at the door to make sure I’m not stealing anything?

You may never know what results come from your action. But if you do nothing, there will be no result.

Jill and I got up to go to the bathroom at the same time while on an international flight recently. When I got to the toilet I looked over my shoulder and my wife was no where to be seen. I went back to our section of the plane and found her, sprawled out in the aisle, her foot caught in the earphone wire that I had hung on my armrest. For some reason I got into trouble for this.

After untangling herself and visiting the loo, Jill commenced to reading a British tabloid. After some time she looked at me and confessed to reading the paper with a British accent.

Marital Bliss

Jill and I spent our third honeymoon in London during the week between Christmas and New Years Day. We walked 8-10 miles a day, ate a different cuisine at each lunch and dinner meal, saw as many sights as we could pack into a day, shopped for our daughters, found my books in a bookstore, took hundreds of photos for my portfolio, had foamy warm beer in a back alley pub, learned some British slang, meet quite a few interesting people, laughed too loudly at hilarious British sit-coms, enjoyed wine in our room each night before falling asleep, and only argued once (whether to get breakfast at Starbucks (again) or a quant little French patisserie). We had a great time; we were reminded of why we enjoy each other so much, why we are married, why we are inseparable. I love my wife.


While we were away Meagan stayed at the house alone, her first time doing so, her first time having to take care of everything for her herself by herself. She made a few mistakes, like oversleeping and getting to work late, but all in all she managed quite well. My little girl is growing up; hard to believe, sometimes hard to accept. I guess all dads nearly always see their daughters as little darlings in pigtails.

Book Report

One of the joys of Christmas for me is the email I receive from those who received one of my books as a present, like these:

“One of the gifts I got for Christmas was the book Why a Daughter Needs a Dad. I started reading it and became a babbling brook of tears as I thought of my beautiful little girl.”


“Thank you so much for putting into words that what I have had in my heart all of my life and had never been able to articulate. My daughter, now 43 and a wonderful woman, gave it to me this Christmas and I will treasure it forever. She not only gave me your writings, she notated many of the experiences with those of our own while she was growing up. I guess it is the true expression of our success as a dad when your children are able to thank you for the life you gave them.”

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