Blog bullet point post! Where I have more words to say than twitter allows and not enough time to bullshit my way through an entire post......
In the desert, there are a few weeks in the spring where everything is in bloom. Now is that time. Flowers seem to sprout from plants that you didn’t realize were still alive and the pollen in the air is so thick that it makes your eyes water if you just look outside. But, even though there have been a lot of non-traditional plants planted, it is hard to argue with simple signs of new beginning.
One of my two "Dad Zones"!
Through some fortunate stroke of luck or promises that shall not be mentioned, I convinced my wife to dedicate an entire drawer in our kitchen to water bottles. Much like all areas that are considered a “dad zone” (Exhaustive list of “dad zones” include: this drawer, the garage....ummmm....yup, that’s pretty much it I guess), nothing is organized and everything just sort of gets thrown in there. Unfortunately for me, now that I have a 16 month old this drawer essentially looks like one of those germ filled ball-pits at McDonalds. Every so often I’ll step in the garage door and will see various parts of water bottles trailing all the way to the kitchen Hansel and Gretel style.
I've got the fever!
Finally, now that my dad has left and the weather is getting warmer and warmer, I have a pretty good case of motorcycle fever. It didn’t help that my dad is a bit of a Harley nut but I can’t help but see them on the roads everywhere I go. I have to think that it is very similar to being injured and not being able to run. You drive to the grocery store: Runners. When you are walking to get the mail: Runners. When you are stealing your neighbors Sunday paper: Runners. They’re everywhere! Even my son (with mommy’s styled “spiked messy hair”) thinks I should get one!