You automatically think of cars or sports or tits…probably a little nut scratching. Things that women don’t understand or talk about.
Today I was reminded that man talk can also means dad talk. A friend of mine called and ask me to lunch. We met at a Cajun place. The nut scratching began…each our own respective nuts.
Yes we talked about our shared hobby…Theatre (so not quite man talk) then we transitioned into talking about being a father. We swapped stories about what our kids were up to. How things were going. Then about issues and insights. how we dealt with certain issues when they arise. what worked and what not so much.
It’s weird to think that this has been an outlet that I had infront of me for years…talking to another dad. It’s not in the man handbook. It should be.
I know you won’t see bible versus here much, but I was raised in a very Baptist home. A verse that always sticks with me is from Proverbs:
He who walks with the wise grows wise, but a companion of fools suffers harm.
It’s something we fathers need to embrace. Their are others out here who have been where we are going. Not all of them have been successful, but we should find those that have and learn. Or learn from the non successful…that works to.
So, men…fathers…talk. And be honest. You’ll be amazed to find that others can empathise with almost anything you are going through.
You may continue the nut scratching at this time.
Sarah starts a new Job today. For the last 5 years she has worked for Boeing…either trying to blow stuff up or send dudes to Mars. Well…things have put and end to that. Tough decisions have been made in the White House and that effected the future of the manned flight program in this country…and Sarah’s job.
Luckily…she is very marketable, and before the pink slips were handed out, she had another job. She started today.
I’m very proud of her. Instead of burying her head in the sand and hoping for a miracle to save the program, she went looking. She found a job that, on paper, seems to be perfect for her. She’s going to be working in the blog sphere…and getting paid for it. She gets to go to Blogher in august. This job is a perfect fit at the right time.
I called her today as she was picking out her desk chair.
“It’s just alot,” she said, ” I forgot what it was like to start something new.”
I’m not worried. She’s pretty awesome.
I’m building a set for a local theatre group.Theatre Huntsville for the show “Inherit the Wind”. Love the show. If your in Huntsville, you should go see it. March 19-21 & 25-27, 2010.
Anyway…Every Tuesday and Thursday night I build. A group of volunteers show up and we cut and screw…yeah baby…until 8. Then I dash home to Sarah who is dolling up to head out.
“What’s on the show tonight?” I always ask.
“Alexander McQueen, Jennifer Aniston, Jessica Simpson, Jillian Michaels, John Mayer, kate gosselin, Valentine’s Day and a item that makes your who who pink.”
“…awesome!”
Here’s the scoop. Every Tuesday and Thursday at 9:00, she and her partner in crime do a live video pod cast. “Southern Fried Snark.” There is a live chat so you can interact. They comment on all things Snark worthy, sometimes taking the discussion from the chat room. I’m there, throwing in my juvenile comments. We have regulars and newbies every week. It’s like “Cheers” only online…and BYOB.
So, if you are free Tuesday and/or Thursday nights, and are in Huntsville…come help me build. Then, go home, grab a drink, hop on line and join in on the Snark.If your not in Huntsville…Just Snark.
I live there. I wasn’t born here. I moved here in 2001. Almost 10 years. a quarter of my life has been spent here. I’ve seen alot of highs and lows in this town. I’ve seen national tragedy and triumph from this town. I’ve swelled with pride when this city received it’s number 1 ratings from various magazines regarding it’s place in the US.
This month has saddened me. First a teen kills a class mate in the halls of a middle school. Then an adult opens fire on her peers over losing her position. All within miles of my home and work. There’s only about a half a degree of separation in this town. I wither some someone directly involved in these tragedies or am one step off.
I love this town. It has grown to be a part of me. This month, I have seen a cancerous part of this city affect me. I see it in others, too. I see it in the eyes of people around me. The whole vibe of the city is different. Our disposition has changed. Our outlook is darker. It’s like everyone is waiting for yet another shoe to drop.
We where lucky, for a while. The recession hit us less hard than other areas. Our city was tauted as a “recession proof” city. Now, on the eve of losing one of our biggest financial watersheds, the Constellation Project, which employees my wife, our city has to deal with school shootings, both middle school and college.
We have to deal with it.
I have to deal with it.
who said what…