butch staley

Andrea has asked me to write something for her blog and I thank her for her gracious offer. I , like most of you, have enjoyed reading her funny takes about life in Sheridan and just about her life in general. Am not sure that I can match her wit and wisdom with what I am going to write but I will try my best so, here goes.

In the very near future our family is going on a trip to London. What is special about this trip for me is that all of us as a family will be together. Now this is a rare occurrence because all of my children live in different parts of the country so you can imagine my joy at us being together. We have taken many trips as a family and on these trips we always seem to have a great time and things go smooth for the most part.

But, there will come a time in the trip when my loving children accuse their dad of being “in the zone”, and believe me this is not a compliment. I think “ in the zone” for them means that I am determined, by any means necessary to have a good time even if it means making everybody miserable doing it. That’s what it seems like to them. Now, allow me to not only explain myself but to show you the reader how my “in the zone” behavior is not only positive for my children but also instrumental in their growth and development as the kind of people they need to be for me to be happy.

I mean don’t they see this, its all very clear to me. You’re probably asking yourself right now, “ Is he for real?” your damn right I am . And I hope that in the future all those involved in travel with me learn to get on the same page…..my page..I mean hell these people aren’t even in the same book, but , be that as it may, I’m willing to compromise my standards and beliefs in order for all involved to enjoy themselves. Far be it from me to stand in the way of somebody thinking they can have fun without my imput!

So as I contemplate the upcoming trip to London I , once again, will do my best to forgo being “in the zone” for the sake of the (supposed) happiness of others. Well, I guess that’s what dads are called to do.

Thanks Andrea for allowing me a forum here to vent and look forward to our London trip.

Comments

  1. AnonymousOctober 21, 2010 at 4:04 PM

    thought the sarcasm was brilliant....andrea , your dad is soooooo funny!

    ReplyDelete
  2. AnonymousOctober 21, 2010 at 4:38 PM

    andrea...did you say your dad was a postal worker???!! haha

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

New Year, Better Andrea

My name is Andrea and I am a struggling 32 (nearly 33) year old woman. I am not married, have no children, no pets, and no real responsibilities. Yet, I cannot for the life of me, get my act together. I have a decent job that barely covers my bills. I have an apartment downtown that I love, but struggle to keep clean. I eat whatever I want whenever I want, even though my body is begging me to stop. I never exercise.  I drink alcohol nearly every weekend, to excess. I am a statistic. I am like every other wandering millennial.  I want to do better, I want to be a better and more healthy version of myself. I'm not publishing this stuff. I'm not expecting anyone to ever read this actually. I just want to write it down and declare it to myself. ANDREA... BE BETTER. I want to give myself little goals. Not goals for the future, but goals for right now. So that I can see in a week, a month, or a year from now that I was able to be better. My goals for this week: Actually
Read more

Valentine's Day....because, February

I have really uninteresting opinions about this specific holiday. I like it and hate it all at once. It's very confusing. Valentine's Day pros: Chocolate everything. I'm not a huge chocolate person, but if you want to feed me chocolate covered raisins/peanut butter/strawberries/bread, I probably will put it in my mouth. It's on a Wednesday this year. Hump day. Beautiful. I get to buy cheesy valentines for my friends and family. It's not like I can find WWE related stationary at Walgreens all year round. I have to take advantage while I can.  Gives you a reason to get a skanky hotel room with a hot tub in it. Never did that, but it sounds awesome.  I like making a big deal about dumb stuff...especially if it gives me a reason to drink prosecco with frozen berries in it.  Valentine's Day cons: For some reason, I am convinced I will receive an enormous edible arrangement. This has yet to happen. I'm not sure I even want it to, but there you go.
Read more

an uncomfortable clothing choice

Image
For some unknown reason, Jorts have been the topic of many conversations lately. Jorts = Jean shorts. [GUEST NOTE: "Jorts” – a combination of the words “jean” and “shorts” – are used to describe the somewhat hideous attire often sported by NASCAR aficionados, Green Bay Packer fans, men over 40, and men who probably ought to be over 40. If you wear jorts, you probably have minimal relationships with women. Sometimes jorts are accessorized with a lovely cellphone belt clip and a braided leather belt, but not always, as sometimes the jorts-wearer lets the jorts speak for themselves.] I think it's because of the White Trash Birthday Bash that I recently had. Not saying that only 'white trash' wear jorts . . . just a lot of people that attended the party had them on. [GUEST NOTE: I can count the number of acquaintances I know whom habitually wear jean shorts on one finger. Although, I’m fairly certain this summer will bring more to light. HINT: Missouri.] I don'
Read more