We spend our childhood.....working to get a smile or a pat on the head or a hug or kiss from our parents. Doing what we feel is going to make them happy, staying on the path they choose for us for that moment of peace and gratification we feel when they say "well done". I'm proud of you, or whatever that phrase was that let us know we were on the chosen track.

We spend our teens and early twenties, keeping up with our peers, the opposite sex, and society in general conforming to others ideas of happiness. Depending on others to let us know when we should or shouldn't be happy or sad or pleased with ourselves and those around us.

Then we do the same for our mates first, then our children and we slowly figure out that the harder we work, rarely do we get that external kudos that we deserve or earn. Some of us even try it with a second or third mate and another set of children to boot.

This is going to be my time and I'll know when the job has been well done. My pace, my satisfaction............and if its not enough for anyone else they will know I'm not doing any of the things i do with them in mind.

My father and mother are by far my greatest gifts. This is not today's epiphany. Its been slowly growing over the last 25 of my 47 years. To watch myself turn into that guy who was the "because i said so!" guy that he was.....and that i now am is really kinda funny. They teach me so much, and embedded in me a multitude of how to's and what not to's. Gods true gift to me, is having around them to see me pass down those same morals, ethics and compassion to their grandchildren...........theres a lot more but I think you guys get the point.

Happy Father's Day

If Father's Day is truely for fathers.......shouldn't we be left alone that day? The perfect fathers day would be to wake up early......go to breakfast, then on to church......then go meet the family for dinner (separate cars) then change clothes and get in 18 holes. The kids should be in bed by the time i get home.

huh?

3 Day Weekend

Its almost like a new life. I know that Memorial Day Weekend signifies the beginning of something really good........summer. Hard not to smile. Seems like its ok for stuff to suck just a little bit more because the weather is sooooo good. The Summer of Calipari.........thats what I'm going to call it.