A father who is raising 2 kids, 2 dogs, married 20 years, works a job to pay bills and kill time between vacations, and looking to share stories, advice, thoughts, etc with other Dads out there also trying to simply navigate “Life”.

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THE FATHER BLOG

I want to share my experiences with other working fathers and welcome the thoughts of all dads out there because I certainly don’t have all the answers myself.

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Days of the Week Post Topics

  • Monday – Finance
  • Tuesday – Beer/Liquor/Booze
  • Wednesday – Family
  • Thursday – Travel and Sports
  • Friday – Miscellaneous
  • Callwood’s Rum

    Soon enough we will be back in the islands and experiencing the BVIs. One of the places I am excited to stop by is Callwood’s Rum Distillery. At one point many years ago, the BVIs had over a 100 rum distilleries with 26 of those being on Tortola. Today, Callwood is the only operational distillery left on the island. It has stood the test of time for a reason…great rum.

    Now, is it just coincidence that all of this lines up with another Jimmy Buffett song? Possibly. And will we be heading to Village Cay for a “Cheeseburger in Paradise” while we explore Road Town? You bet your Heinz 57 and French-fried potatoes!

    Mañana

    Song by

    Jimmy Buffett

    She said I can’t go back to America soon
    So goddamn cold it’s gonna snow until June
    Yeah, they’re freezin’ up in Buffalo stuck in their cars
    And I’m lyin’ here ‘neath the sun and the star

    Customs man tells her that she’s gotta leave
    She’s got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve
    Wants to find her a captain, a man of strong mind
    And any direction he blows will be fine

    Please don’t say mañana if you don’t mean it
    I have heard those words for so very long
    Don’t try to describe the ocean if you’ve never seen it
    Don’t ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong

    Tried and I tried but I don’t understand
    Never seemed to work out the way I had it planned
    Hangin’ out at a marina when Steve Martin called
    Singin’ anybody there really want to get small

    But women and water are in short supply
    There’s not enough dope for us all to get high
    I hear it gets better, that’s what they say
    As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay

    So please don’t say mañana if you don’t mean it
    I have heard your lines for so very long
    Don’t try to describe the scenery if you’ve never seen it
    Don’t ever forget that you just may wind up in my song

    Alright, let’s reggae, Reefers!

    Called all my friends on those cheap nightly rates
    Sure was good to talk to the old United States
    While the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west
    I see General Electric’s still doing their best

    I got to head this boat South pretty soon
    New album’s old and I’m fresh out of tunes
    But I know that I’ll get ’em, I know that they’ll come
    Through the people and places and Callwood’s Rum

    So please don’t say mañana if you don’t mean it (don’t mean it)
    I have done your lines for so very long
    Don’t try to describe a kiss concert if you’ve never seen it
    Don’t ever forget that you just may wind up being gonged

    And I hope Anita Bryant never ever does one of my songs
    No, no, no

  • Happy Father’s Day!

    I’m a day late since I don’t post over the weekend, but I wanted to say Happy Father’s Day to all the great dads out there.

    It’s a wonderful experience to be a father. The time moves fast the first 18 years and before you know it, they are off to college and no longer living under your roof. But being a father is forever and your children will always remember the role model you were as they grew up. To all the dads out there, still with us or not, thank you for all you did for us and continue to do for us.

    The time I took Emily to her very first Rangers game at Madison Square Garden. She had a great time and even remembers counting how many “F” words she heard in the stands. HAHA

    Mikey’s first time in Key West as we stand on the beach near Louie’s Backyard.

    And my father….always happiest when he’s at Notre Dame for a football game…and maybe a little extra happy on this trip.

    And to my father in law. We miss you but will never forget the wonderful father, father in law, and amazing grandfather you were to Emily and Mikey.

  • Can we make time stand still?

    As we sat last night at Mikey’s high school baseball banquet, I can’t believe how fast things are moving. It’s not just the fact that he is finishing up his sophomore year, but as I looked around the room, I saw dozens of other kids that I had coached somewhere along the way here in town. And the funny thing is….I wouldn’t have recognized almost half of them. These boys I coached years ago are now young men. They look more mature and most of them are taller than me now (which really isn’t saying much actually).

    Two years away from being “empty nesters”. In the grand scheme of things, we get our 18 years or so with our kids and then they are hopefully out and about and doing their own adult things at college or in the workforce. We all know this but it still seems to go very quickly.

    So the answer to my own question is NO….we cannot make time stand still. But take in the moments now before they are gone and you are on to the next chapter of life.

    About 10 years ago. Was always very focused on the field

    To about 2 months ago (pre broken thumb)