Dude is funny

One of my life goals have been achieved.  I have kept my training regime long enough to allow Dude to catch up and reach the age where he can finally join me in my daily trips to the gym without making it seem like child abuse.  The one thing I didn’t expect was to age at least ten years as soon as I walked in with a teenager by my side.  I wanted to introduce Dude as a friend of mine but friends don’t call friends “Dad”.  At least not in the circles I move in.  He blew my cover in the first few seconds.  I suppose I should feel flattered that people were surprised to learn of my fifteen year-old son.  Or maybe I should be insulted?  The jury is still out on that one.

I cherish and savor these moments of alone time with him more than he would ever know.  Now I’m gonna man up, grow a pair and drop all this sentimental shenanigans… Continue reading

I’m just a Dad who wonders from which part of heaven his kids came from.

I hate it when people brag on Facebook.  Whether it is about the fact that they’ve successfully managed to crack open an egg for the first time in their life or were able to crochet a puppy out of peacock spit.  It gets even worse when parents are allowed to brag and flaunt the fact that their brat has just learned how to put his pants on correctly.  At age twelve.  Or any other life-changing achievement.

With that being said, some things are worth mentioning like if your kid has found  a cure for cancer.  My gripe are with those parents who considers EVERY RANDOM THING their kids do, to be spectacular and then post it on Facebook.  But I’m not one of those parents. I prefer to use my blog when I feel the need to brag about my kids…

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All about me

I normally don’t react to daily WordPress prompts when it clutters fills my mailbox.  Most of them slip through the cracks but there are some….Like when the prompt is All about me.  I’m way too narcissistic and self-centered to ignore this one.  It wants you to Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.  Which is exactly what I’m NOT going to do.  For I actually have a page that explains Why I Blog, aptly called All about me, but I had it first.

I figured it was high time to introduce the person behind Ah Dad… Let’s start from the top with a family-selfie aka  A FALFIE

I'm the fly.

I’m the fly.

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A few parent inspired memes. (Whatever that is…)

Inspiration moves likes cars on a freeway in the blogosphere.  It’s a network of brilliant drivers, speeding past you, leaving you coughing in the exhaust fumes of their greatness.  And it’s good coughing.  Like a great sneeze.  You know the kind that leaves you unbalanced for a second or two.

DrivingMisty has written two posts on love memes.  You need to check them out.  Here and here.  No need to thank me, my parents raised a conscientious human.  Besides, you’ll end up being a better person just reading them.  But then you must return at once and continue reading this post, otherwise the improvement in your likeness fades away over time.  Life’s odd like that, I know.

I decided to enhance the meme-world with half a dozen of my own parent-inspired ones.  Continue reading

My Dearest Blog

Dear blog

I am gonna be away for a while.  My visits will be less frequent.  I will NOT post daily.  I will miss you, and I’m sure you’ll miss me.  As a matter of fact I need to warn you, you might need counselling as the product of neglect.  You will feel sorry for yourself and roam the streets full of self pity and no sense of self worth.  For having coveted my undivided attention for the last year, it will feel like you have been thrown in a foreign jail with absolutely no one to visit you..

So man up and stay strong, don’t be a girl.  Here are my reasons for my temporary abandonment.

1. Spending time with you, proves that one can have mental orgasms frequently.  In fact your so good that I have one every time.  For that I thank you, but truth be told… I’m camping, at the beach, with the family. My annual leave has arrived just in time for I was started to get Hannibal Lecter-like thoughts about my co-workers.
Writing does wonders for my soul, and you’ve allowed me to discover parts of me I didn’t know existed.  But in comparison to sitting on deck chairs, sipping wine, holding the wife’s hand, watching my kids body surf in the waves, and curling my toes in the sand, you got nothing.  Zilch.  Competing against the soothing sound of the ocean waves rolling into shore and kicking a cool spray into the air, with warm sunrays dancing on my bare skin and the relaxed, content eyes of my love… You ain’t got jack-shit.  Sorry.  The truth hurts.  So less writing.

2. I’m spending time with the kids, and seeing that they are the motivation for your creation in the first place, they take first priority.  I don’t have the excuse of work or travel, as a matter of fact I can’t even use you as my excuse for I’m not at work or travelling, which is basically when we spend most of our time together.  It’s about getting of my butt to built sandcastles, play tennis in the sand, even throw a damn Frisbee.  We play.  We laugh.  We connect.  We love.  And that equals not writing.

3. I’m on the beach.  I’ve said it before, but you need to grasp a full understanding of the fact that when the sun shines, we swim, body surf, and turn into red lobsters by basking for hours.  The fundamental concept you need to get is that fine beach sand and electronics don’t go together.  It’s like my sister and her ex-husband.  They just can’t be in the same room together.  It turns nasty.  Thus less writing.

4. I prepare most of the dinners, for most of the dinners are meat, and thus I braai.  It’s a man thing, and this responsibility is passed on immediately and without any consultation.  It just happens.  Like gravity and taxes.  And I love it.  I love standing around the fire, reminiscing about the day and cooking meat to a lovely shade of medium.  The wife nestled in her camp chair with a magazine.  It’s amazing.  Thus more cooking time = less writing time.

5. Beer and wine is no longer restricted for consumption within specific time zones, i.e after work.  Being on annual leave implies that one can have a cold one anytime one feels like it.  Beer makes me extremely lazy, so the natural progression of a day is basically getting up, laying in the hot sun, swimming, trying to throw a Frisbee effectively, drinking a few, braai’ing dinner, then inevitably sleep.  Like a dead person.  Thus less writing.

So in the end you will have to take a back seat.  You will have to except the reality of my rest and wondrous holiday.  I do accept my responsibility and apologize profusely.  I promise to visit as frequently as I can, but it won’t be ten times a day.  Don’t fret too much, just relax.  Remember you’re competing against fun , sun and sea, and you basically didn’t have a chance.

And if you really battle with rejection, find a support group.

See you soon.

Ah dad…

Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree

Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree

Summer fun on a super tube!

Must admit I took quite a few photo’s from this spot, but the laughter was intoxicating.  It literally became a soundtrack to summer and once the kids realised I was standing there for a long time they started “posing”.  A fun, carefree day.