Metal Mayhem

What started with my dad providing these memories for his son by being there, going to the shows, and enduring what those shows entailed, now continues with that same son, now raising a son of his own, and using a passion for music to create some grand memories. And in the end, that’s what it is all about to begin with. Not that we all share the same musical taste, but the fact that we were there and a part of the memory to begin with.

If you follow me on Twitter then you may have noticed that recently I have been on a kick of listening to metal. Bands like Confide, We Came As Romans, Killswitch Engage, and Bullet for My Valentine, just to name drop a few. Since high school, I have had an ear for metal, hardcore, post-hardcore, and music of the like. Some great father/son memories were created between me and my dad going to hardcore shows to see Read More...

A Little Girl’s Thoughts on The Grinch

He is green and furry, after all, and he lives in a cave. Sigh. Maybe the memories that we want them to have are just not the memories they are going to take with them.

Maybe now that I’m getting older I’m becoming more sentimental. I don’t know why, but over the past few days I’ve really been thinking about the memories that Gavin and Marley will have of their childhood. Especially surrounding Christmas, as this should be a very happy, loving, magical time for kids. I cherish the Christmas memories that I have from when I was younger. Decorating the tree, drinking egg Read More...

Fall Leaves: Fun, Memories, and Insight

This day however, the feel of fall blowing against my skin, and the sight of watching my children have the time of their lives has me thinking a little deeper. I watch as they smile their little hearts out. I watch as the leaves they throw up in the air get carried away in the breeze. Twisting and turning, blowing this way and that. I listen to the laughter and the innocence that it carries on the wind.

Yesterday was the first time I have been able to take the children outside to play in a few weeks. It’s either been raining, or too cold. They have been sick and I have been sick, but yesterday afternoon we are all well. The rain had not reached our area at that point and the air and the breeze were on the warm side. After my son’s pouty faced plea, “Daddy, I want to go outside and play in the le Read More...

Memories I’ll Remember

My son is only three years old, and something strange occurred to me recently. I can’t really remember how I spent most of my free time before I was a dad. It’s odd because I must have had tons of it. Free time that is.

My son is only three years old, and something strange occurred to me recently.  I can’t really remember how I spent most of my free time before I was a dad. It’s odd because I must have had tons of it. Free time that is. I mean if I think of it, back then I didn’t have to do all the extra maintenance that comes from having a 3 year old boy. Like the extra laundry and dishes and food prep.  Read More...