My Quirky Dad

I recently wrote about my father and the life that he lived back home before a communist revolt forced him to leave and start over. I have since decided to start writing the memoir of his life. I have decided not to write anymore stories about his adventures. I want to save the rest for his book. However I want to share things he does that make me giggle.

Our Multicultural Kid

The fact that my daughter shares dual ethnicity's does not bother me. I can't help but wonder which one she will adopt when she gets older. A this point in her life I don't see her leaning toward either one. Of course she's only 6. When she's around us she only speaks English. When she is around my parents she only speaks Spanish. I guess it's a good thing they live downstairs.

Son of a farmer - Julio Guerrero - The Nicaragua Years

My father has been telling me stories about his life all of my life. Everything from when he was a kid, to when he was head of security for a government agency. Today I grabbed my pad and sat down with him for a rundown of his best stories.

Writer's Block

I wanna go to a place where I can be creative
Sit on the stoop and let go
Where only poets and writers can live
Where rappers can let there rhymes flow

In this perfect place, no money will be needed
You pay for services with prose or maybe a short story
No on one will be good or bad no need to be conceided
Whether truth, fiction, parody or even allegory

The streets are clean, no trash or crime
There are no techs no glocks no nines
No junkies, thieves or need for locks
Atleast in my imagination.. Welcome to Writer's Block

Spontaneous Combustion

Where am I? Who am I?
Don't know. Dont care.
I am aware and do declare
What I do for attention
Always stuck in detention
For acting a fool and being a clown
I wear a frown but everythings Ok.

While I sink more and more
I ignore the signs around me
but fear surrounds me
and takes over as I go under
and I wonder what happened
I depend attend and defend
all my actions

Cameras and lights flashing
Checks and balances cashing
My skins all red rashing
Cant see my face masking
Whats my name? Whos asking?

For now I run and hide
By all your laws abide
Get in the car and ride
Cause life is suicide
but only slower

On the ones and twos

I was playing dominoes with my daughter this afternoon. While we played she had a music channel on the TV. She knew almost every song word for word. She also had a dance for every song and didn't even have to stand up. I always new she would be musically inclined. It's funny because she does what I used to do and still do. She makes up beats and songs on the spot. I've heard her sing, make up a hook and do the a beat box in one car ride.

What I like and love

I got 20 minutes to do this. I have no idea what to write about. So I decided to do a quick rundown of the things I like.

What ever happened to civility?

Is etiquette dead? Does the world not know how take please and thank you any more? I've always been told that I am extremely polite. Especially when someone is pissing me off I make sure I say thank and have a nice day.

I do this for them

Love. What does that mean? With Valentine's around the corner there is a surge in sales of cards that say "I love you" in many clever ways. Some are funny, some have a religious twist, some are super romantic. "Thank God for your love", "My life would not be the same without you". Do people buy these because they don't know how to say it? Also to go with that insincere card you have a slew of stuffed animals and novelty gifts to choose from. My lady knows I really love her because I gave her a white teddy bear with a heart on the chest that reads "I heart you". If I was gonna write a card to my wife it would go a little something like this.

Wheelchair Dream

So last night I had an odd dream. I was out in Hyattsville by a shopping center. I began moving through the parking lot. I realize I'm in a wheelchair. I panic, not because I'm suddenly confined but because I have to be at work in Baltimore in a few hours. I start moving as fast as my arms will take me. I notice snow on the ground.

Fat Boy = Fat Man

"Do you want a piece of this (kit-kat) before you stop being chunky again? My wife asked me today. I'm not sure what she was saying. True I have let go since the holidays. I'm slowly getting back into my routine, I want the sun to come out and the temps to stay above 50 again. Meantime I was indulging in all the good stuff. Losing weight is no joke.

It's Febuary, what are you going to celebrate?

Welcome to February, how are you going to celebrate the second month in the year. For those that don't already know, February is the month designated for some very important commemorations, even some you didn't know about.