Since The Deistette’s Little Man (her son for first time readers) moved in shortly after she did a couple of years ago I have felt an enormous amount of pressure in the role of Best Second Daddy Ever, a term he coined knowing that he has a Dad already (who unfortunately for himself lives in Amarillo about 11 hours away and can’t be here for moments like this) and The Little Man not really understanding what the term step-dad means. I’m not sure the title carries much weight since I’m the only second daddy he’s ever had.
Meh… I’ll take what I can get.
My very first act as best second daddy was a very short time after he arrived when I caught him from falling down the stairs from the very top. When he came to live with me he was about four and a half years old. For all intents and purposes… really just a baby still. I mean shit he was still wearing pull up, had to be helped to go to the bathroom, and all kinds of stuff that goes with being a very small, young person.
Since the day he came here he’s hit some pretty big milestones already: graduating to big boy skivvies, reaching beyond a chicken nugget in his diet Continue reading
I was talking to my dad today about his self imposed dieting. Well it isn’t really self-imposed. The doc told him he had to exercise, lose weight as well as cut down on sugar, starches and…
I told him I haven’t had any beer in at least three weeks maybe closer to a month because I’ve been sick. I was sick with some sort of throat/sinus infection for two weeks, that I put off as a cold until I conceded that I needed to go to the doc and for a little more than a week I was on antibiotics.
So I began telling him how one time when I was in my early 20s I had a beer when I was on amoxycillan or pennicilan or some-kinda-cillan and what happened to me.
My brother and I some how conned his then girlfriend to take us to some club. Why she didn’t stay I don’t remember but I took about two swallows from a longneck and in five minutes I was in the bathroom heaving my guts up. Now I don’t know if it was the medicine, if I ate something bad or if someone slipped me a roofie but I was hatin’ life.
My brother came in after a few minutes looking for me and said “are you ok?”
“What do yoooooooo thiiii[blecchhh]innnk.”
I over heard a guy as he was leaving say, “yep. I remember when I had my first beer.”