My son, Asa is 20 months old, and I am worried about something.  He is soo easily entertained.  Is that normal?  Ha! I guess he takes after me that way.  I love to buy him new toys, but the problem is he only plays with them for about 5 minutes and then insists on playing with the boxes they came in.   Seems like the more expensive the toy is that I give him, the less time he actually plays with it.  The other day I gave him a toilet paper roll, a plastic cup and a straw.   He played ALL day with them with no complaints!  These items don’t get enough credit. I’m thinking about giving them as birthday gifts to my friend’s kids. Can you imagine the money I will save?!  Toy’s R Us has completely missed the mark!  Christmas shopping will be a little different this year …..

Summer colds stink.  Well I think they stink….can you really smell when you have a cold?  I have a cold.  I try to be a courteous when I’m sick. I always feel the responsibility to tell whoever I’m dealing with that I have a cold. For example I told the lady that the Post office today that I had a cold. She was very grateful.  Even at church when it’s time for handshaking I always explain why I’m not shaking hands. People usually thank me for that.   I feel the need to tell my co-workers to stay away when I have sick cooties.  And that makes them happy. I also try not to contaminate things like door knobs, remote controls, and telephones when I am sick.  I go to great lengths to use other body parts instead of my hands when sick.  For example,  for the past week I have been using my butt to open doors. ( I must say the ones that have doorknobs do take a bit longer, but it can be done.) I guess what I’m trying to say is some of you germ carriers out there are not so courteous and that’s why I have a cold in the summer and that upsets me. Please, next time you have a cold, just tell me. Don’t try to shake my hand.  I’ll take an elbow.  Thanks.

  Its summertime! All the kids are out of school.  I see them playing in in the streets, at the park, and at the pool.  To be honest,  I’m a little jealous.   Remember the summer days when you were young? Too young to work, but old enough to be bored at home.  Roaming the streets on your bike.  Spending your allowance on candy and movies.  I can even hear the ice cream truck.  What a great  feeling.  What I wouldn’t give for a day like that now!  Can you imagine?  What if, for just one summer day you could be a kid again.  Wouldn’t that be great?!  No responsibilities.  No stress.  No bills.  No plans.   Just a day to sleep in, swim at the pool, play at the mall,  ride on the handlebars of your friend’s bike.  Kids don’t realize how great they have it during the summer.  Honestly,  what do they have to worry about?  Those days are short-lived.  Before they know it, they’ll be grown up and facing the real world.  Right now you’re probably sitting at work, in your office or at home, stressing about bills or your job…or something very adult-ish.   What would you give for the day off?  One day as a kid in the summer. I say we take it.  I say we take the day off just to play.  Do it…do it now!  Go get some ice cream!  Take off your shoes! Run in the sprinklers!  Eat candy until you’re sick!  See you at the pool!  CANNONBALL !!!!

Well now that Asa my 17 month old son is all over the place I think we have about child proofed everything.  It seems as though I have said that same statement 6 times  before and he seems to find new things to get into.  We’ve locked the cupboards,  plugged up the outlets,  gotten rid of the deadly chemicals etc…..   But I still am having trouble with him eating the cat food.   Every time we turn around he  is eating something and most of the time he has been in the cat dish.   I’m kinda getting  nervous because the kitty litter box is right beside the cat food dish.  One of these days we are gonna walk in and him eating cat poop.   I guess at every new stag of his life I’m gonna have to child proof something new.  My buddy told me when he is a teenager I’ll need to child proof my bank account…..can’t wait.   thanks again for reading ….hawk

What a day.  I spent 2 hours washing my car.   Just as I was finishing up it started raining.   Really…..Come on!!!!!!   It took me 30 minutes just to unwind the waterhose and them another 15 to put it back.  I shined up all the tires washed the windows with windex the whole nine yards.   I have decided to just now wash my car anymore unless the yard needs watering.  Also why is it when you plan a day at the pool it always rains.  You know the only way to ensure a warm sunny nice day is to offer to help a friend move or volunteer to drive my mother-in-law to the airport.  The TV weather men should just call me and ask if I am going to wash my car and thats how they could predict rain or shine…….But I’m not bitter I just am a bitter blogger.  Whatever that means….thanks for reading my nonsense…hawk

Well if you haven’t heard the latest I hit a deer on my way to work.   I was driving down Scuffletown Rd. about 5:15 when all of a sudden I see this deer.  I slowed down thinking to myself ……hey…….I almost hit that ddddeeeeerrrr (bam).  Yep just as the first one crossed over the 2nd deer was traveling behind.  He or she wasn’t so lucky.  I felt so bad all day long……  I had killed Bambi’s Mom.   The funny thing is( if there is such a thing when speaking of death)  I happen to be  listening to the fireflies song by Owl City.  That is one of the happiest songs ever  making references about nature and all.   Since then ever one has told me that if you see one deer watchout because there is probably another following behind.  I did find out that if you hit any kind of animal  deer, racoon, dog , cat,  cow, etc… the insurance company calls it an act of nature and usually you are covered for any damage done to the automobile……   I don’t know why the county puts up all those deer crossing signs because the deer read the signs and think its ok to cross here…..Well no it’s not if I’m driving…..thanks for reading …hawk

Well recently Asa (my 16 month old) has loved playing outside.  Of course I have hacked and cough my way through the pollen this year……….  it doesn’t seem to bother him.   Well being so young he is curious about everything.   He chases the birds the rabbits the squirrels and anything that catches his eyes,  including bugs.   I must say he is all boy.   He doesn’t mind being sweaty and dirty and apparently he doesn’t mind wierd things in his mouth like….ah……well…..caterpillars.  As he was playing in the backyard I was busy doing dad things like wrapping up the waterhose.    When I turned around Asa had a caterpillar hanging halfway out of his mouth.   It wasn’t dead but the little fuzzy worm was hanging on for dear life as my son ran around the yard.   I finally caught him and carefully pulled the little caterpillar out of his mouth and tried to explain why he should not do that….I don’t think he cared.  So if you see a beautiful butterfly later this summer take the time to appreciate it…. and wonder to yourself was that the caterpillar that hawk saved from his son…. thanks for letting me bore you with kid stories….hawk

You probably know my father was a preacher.  That’s right I am a preachers kid and you know what they say about the preachers kids……well that is true.    I remember going to church when I was in the second grade and me and my friend Jeff Tayes sat on the front row while my dad preached.    I’ll never forget the time he and I started talking while my dad was preaching and right in the middle of his sermon he stopped ……looked down at Jeff and I and said “Boy don’t make me come down there”.   Needless to say I didn’t say a word for the rest of the message.   Oh yea, I  got a big whoopin’ when I got home.   I’ll never forget that story and is always funny to think on.    It kinda ties in with my latest story at home.  Asa my son is now 15 months old.   Every night before we eat out dinner I pray a short little prayer to bless our food.   Rebecca and I always close our eyes and I pray aloud.   Well  when I finish we look up and Asa has the biggest smile on his face and always giggles.   He must think mommy and daddy are playing a joke on him.   It always cracks us up.  You know………. you have to think whats going on in there little minds at that age.   Just wanted to share….take care hawk