I should really be an empty nester by now. Most everyone in my age group has kids ranging from late teens to thirty.
I joke that I was an empty nester in the nineties. The Clinton years for me were full of road-trips and Debauchery. When I was sitting at the Cheetah Club in Vegas, my best friend was home with four kids under six years old. Today that same guy is a grandfather and I have a fifth grader.
I look back at a drunk me standing on Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras ‘96. No way could that punk deal with raising three Shepkids.
My buddy who was changing diapers when I was pounding hurricanes at Pat O’Brien’s was always more mature than me. I look at him now and he looks like a Grampa… but I look like I could still throw Mardi Gras beads to the Alabama girls with big boobs.
Maybe being the last guy in my high school class to raise a fifth grader is keeping me young?
Someday I’ll tell Fritz and George about the time I ended up in a hot tub with the Houston Oiler Cheerleaders?
But then they’ll probably say, “Who are the Houston Oilers?”
….this has been a good therapy session for me this morning on the chalkboard!
I think the Bears have a game today…. Unfortunately, so does the England rugby team. Instead of Bear Down, I’ll be carrying them home.
I think it’s a Parky’s day between rugby matches…
October is halfway over and we change clocks in three weeks.
Let’s continue to pray for Israel and the safety of Jews across the world. Also, I have two dear friends that have dad’s with health issues. Shit, I have a cousin with a dad that has health issue. My prayers are with my Uncle Chris, Mr. P and Mr. B…
One thing I did on Bourbon Street that I still do today when I’m waiting in the school pickup line…. I Pray! I pray a shit ton.
It really works…. So does putting the smile on the sun!
……Very therapeutic.
Happy Sunday Funday all you Chalkheads.
