How I Feel.

I love this Lego Sculpture my Son made.

I love this thing.

I love it. 

It is simple and weird, it's got good colors and 

it balances even though it looks like it shouldn't.

I saw it and I remembered him working on it, but at the time I didn't look

closely enough to see how nice it was.

Maybe it's for the best I didn't see it then.

I would have freaked him out.

With how much I love it.

Similar Themes Throughout.

Long Legs.

Good Patterns.

Nice Words.

Free Bird.

The Never Ending Make Believe.

Which Lego guy are you? Because I am the Green Ninja.

You should be the Red Ninja, okay?

...OKAY!?

Say "Come on Green Ninja! The evil snakes are coming!!"

PSHHHHH PPPSHHHH!! 

(Canon noises)

Whoah! What was that?! 

Do you know what that was? That was Blob in that green car!

Which Avenger guy are you now?

Can I be Hawkeye? 

Please?

Can I be Hawkeye please?

I'm Hawkeye, okay? Okay?

Okay, I'm Hawkeye, which Avenger guy are you?

You can be Hulk.

Okay?

I mean I'm Batman instead, okay?

Let's play Justice League instead, okay?

I'm Batman so which Justice League Super Hero are you?

You can be Green Lantern, okay?

"Ha-Ha-Ha"

Whoah! What was that?! Did you hear that?

It sounded like the Joker!

COME ON GREEN LANTERN! LETS GO GET THE JOKER!!

-End scene.

Getting ready for school in the morning.

Heading to the grocery store.

Waiting in life's various lines.

This is basically every single waking moment of our time together.

Most of the time I am into it. I mean, I try to be into it as much as possible.

But holy F'ing S it is exhausting sometimes.

Like, I don't always want to be a superhero on a mission.

Most of the time?

Sure, why not?

I got nothing better to do.

But like, first thing in the morning? 

I can't always do it.

Sorry, no offense.

So when he presses me for an answer

I say "I'm the breakfast cook at the Hall of Justice" 

and then he eyes me suspiciously as he stuffs cereal in his mouth.

Not too shabby for 6 in the morning.

Modern.

That is just one happy family right there.

Ideally I would be building
Lego with burger all the time.

As long as he stops bossing everyone
around about who gets what hair.

 I can't blame him.
We all want to try and control what we can.
Especially hair.

The Real Hero.

Something I love lately,
besides lots of things,
is Burger's infatuation
with Super Heroes.

I was parked in front of
the Balloon Saloon
and I saw this wire crate.

So I jumped out.
Rearranged.

No one puts baby in the corner.

Who Takes You Home.

Applying the Cowl.

Grabbing the Scooter.

Checking Traffic.

The Understandable Bum.

I was looking at all the Mom's at the park today.

I was waiting for them to invite me over into their little group.

You know, to like, talk shit about the kids...

Because that is what it looked like they were doing.

No judgements or anything.

Just calling it like I saw it.

It's how it looked.

Sue me.

I was only at the park on account of I got done a little bit early.

At work I mean, not life.

And so I grabbed the Burger and we stopped at a park.

Why not right?

YOLO and all that.

Only a year ago we were always doing shit like this all the time.
But you know, the world keeps spinning...

So anyways, it was a beautiful day and we enjoyed the remainder of it warming ourselves on the back of a giant turtle in the friscalating sunlight.

It's the Navajo Way.

love you guys.

Dirt Tooth Stew.

When all is said and done, I did some really good things in my life so far...

I am showing no signs of stopping either.

2nd Quarter Surge.

Okay, you got it?

-Uh, yeah.

You sure?

-I think so.

Okay... Hold it okay?

-Heh heh, I don't know...

Kick your legs apart.

No, like this...

*Kick*

Balance it okay?

-Okay, what's balance mean?

We'll talk about it later, just hold the log

-No, this isn't a log, it's a pole.

Alright, hold the pole

-I don't think I got it.

You're good, you're good... Just hold it okay?

-Okay, I think so.

Alright I'm going to run over there and take the picture, n'Kay?

-Okay.

Ready? 

-Yeah.

1,2...

-3!!

Sound the Conch!!

Some people are on a wavelength.

Right? Similar ones, wavelengths, that vibrate out into weird parts of the universe.

It is a blessing when you are open to these people and you actually meet one, or a few.

They are good to know.

They are the ones that will stay with you through this life and probably the next couple.

As long as you want to be around each other I mean.

They don't even need to be physically present.

The Universe can be a big place, so it wouldn't make sense to expect them to be around always.

That doesn't mean they don't have your back.

The hammer falls, the chord is struck, and out goes the vibrational call.

The conch is lifted to the mouth of an intergalactic messenger and...

Bhawoooohhh!

A friend said I was in her dream and there was mud and healing involved.

Did I feel any better today?

Well, shit, now that she mentioned it, yes I did.

I got all that sleep I was telling you guys about.

Coincidence?

Who cares!

I believe.

I believe.

The Fastest Goose In The World.

What is there to say about being a Dad?

Wait! I mean a "Present Father".

???

That is a term I heard recently.

It made me happy and sad at the same time.

Like watching a clown get hit by a car and then they get up because they're alright.

Like that kind of feeling.

It made me happy, because that is apparently what kind of Dad I am.

According to the Person at the park with whom I was attempting to not speak with.

I'm just like, whatever, I do what I do how I do for the good of the Burger.

I'd had 30 years to imagine what kind of Dad I wanted to be.

It's called a head start.

And that dude is me now.

Anyways, back to that term, it made me sad because I feel like it makes Dad's before "us" sound like they didn't give a shit about having kids or something, and I can't accept that as truth.

Like there were enough Bad Dads going around making a bad name for the rest of the Dads that all of a sudden when there are Dads that appear to enjoy being Dads, that is something to notice!?

There are so many factors that go into making a generation what that generation is.

And with each generation, there are obviously new ways of thinking about or handling those factors.

So we do things differently than those before us, and those ahead of us.

That's life, Bro.

This term also makes me kind of cringe because it just puts this identifying time stamp on an aspect of my life that I didn't ask for nor was I consulted about. 

But I suppose that stuff is out of my control anyways.

Better to just focus on the task at hand.

Like being a parent, which is what I am.

Above everything else in my life, that is my main identifier. 

It feels like, for now, it has to be.

Despite any advice I may have received on the subject in the past.

So that is how that is.

Sha-Pow Bro!

Before I go to sleep it needs to be said that I put the Burger down for bed, and within five minutes he is fast asleep. Five minutes. As far as I can tell, all he does is close his eyes and then Sha-Pow! Lights out.

This is one of the many things I admire about him and that I want to protect so that it never changes.
As unrealistic as I know that sounds.

The Sun is Shining, The Tank is Clean!

The Sun is out, the damage is being assessed.
The Chelsea was underwater, the art was damaged!!
It is time to get back to work with all the things that we was doing before this storm.
So, today is meetings, and trick or treating, if it isn't canceled.
And seeing some friends.
And laughing.

Go TEAM!

Sweet Nectar of Life!!

Moving forward, please let me supply you with a few ideas to make your life easier, or tastier, or "lifeier" because that is really what I am here for, to help you, the casual blog reader. I want to provide the spice of life to thee.

So...

Next time you are in the pharmacy, or grocery store, buy yourself a candy bar or two. Buy some candy, and put it in the pocket of a coat you don't wear that often. Don't have a frivolous coat collection? Not a problem. Try a vest, windbreaker or pair of snow pants. Then do your best to forget about this candy because once you do, you got yourself a real surprise waiting for you the next time you get those snow pants on. Whooboy, you will really appreciate your past self looking out for you like that. Thanks... Me.

And...

Another thing I like to do is reward myself for doing exercise with a cookie. I know this sounds counterproductive, but for me it just goes to fuel a cycle of exercise. Crunches and pushups, then a cookie, and then I know I have to do some more crunches or pushups not only to reward myself, but to prod myself into the next round of exercises. See?! It's genius!!

Lastly...

Don't be stupid. I know that might sound mean, but it isn't meant to be. Just, you know, don't be stupid, because it is easy to do. I often find myself going down a road in my brain and I'll be fairly far along this road, sweating the details, worrying about the unknown, projecting scenarios and I'll have to slam on the brakes and remind myself: Don't be stupid. So much energy can be saved if you just remind yourself to not be stupid, give yourself a break and quit being stupid already. Give yourself credit for being smart enough to make it this far, maneuvering around life's obstacles like a clumsy pro. An easy test I came up with to tell if I am being stupid or not is to ask myself "Could, or would a Stupid Person do this?" Whatever the answer is, my answer to myself is always the same: Don't be stupid.
Then I have a good, short laugh and carry on.

I don't know if these tips will help you out at all.
It's not really up to me to save the Universe.
But if I can help out one person at a time, then I can rest easy.
Even if I only helped someone secretly stash some candy into an underused rain slicker.
Even then.