Man – I love being a dad.
For one, my girls ask a lot of questions. This keeps my brain pliable and squishy, rather than old and cracked like pizza when you leave it in the box in the fridge for a couple of days. (We do know how to take care of pizza in my house.)
I’m a Hispanic dude, but that usually ranks lower than other categories I’m in, unless we’re talking about homemade tortillas.
My family partakes in occasional graffiti and goes to soccer matches close and far. Our daughters – ages 19, 16 and 12 – are the stars of this show, and I’m like the method actor who always seems to get the part. I wonder who would play me.
I try to post a few times a week, but my crazy schedule has something to say about that.
Sometimes, the words around here get crazy, especially as it pertains to January Jones or cheese. Or both. Other times, they’re contemplative, because how can we appreciate January Jones or cheese if we don’t have spells without them?
Thanks for stopping by – it’s a good tribe around here.