A Happy Belated Fathers Day to all dad’s out there. I called my dad, got voicemail, left a message and that was that. I’m not very close with my father, and I have learned that it’s not really my fault, so I am fine with that. The only real thing we have in common is a gene that makes us both addicted to fishing, and we make amazing fishing partners, and that’s about it. I love the guy to death, but we have nothing else in common. My father doesn’t know it, but he taught me probably the greatest lesson any father can teach their son, and that’s what not to do when I myself am a father. To celebrate fathers day, I was able to plant my ass on my couch at 10:00pm last night and watched There Will Be Blood. Not knowing much about it, I would have to say that Daniel Day Lewis portrays a father that closely resembles my father in many ways. I highly recommend the movie. I am a huge fan.
In other weekend news, Directv decided to torture me by offering every single movie channel for free. I would image this would be good for dads that want to spiderhole themselves in a basement recliner for the entire weekend, but for me it just reminds me of what I am missing on a regular basis as well as the fact that it’s not really my decision to not have all the movie channels.
Friday night I realized that I am 31 going on 12 when at 10:55pm at Great America, my friend and I actually starting running as fast as we could to try and get in line for the final rollercoaster that we absolutely had to ride before they cut off the line for the 11:00 closing time. After running harder than I had in a very long time, we arrive at the roller coaster only to be denied by two girls that might have been 19. I don’t know whether I was more embarrased at the fact that I was weezing from running so hard for a roller coaster, or the fact that two girls just told me no four times overcoming each of my objections with a response of “thanks for coming to great america”. I assume that was one of the first training classes they had to go through when working there. It might have been titled “How to tell a fat overweight old guy, who will not accept no, that it’s time to go home.”
If my summer wasn’t absolutely busy enough, I had the genius idea yesterday during our trip to home depot to start a garden on my balcony. This has trainwreck written all over it. I like tomatoes and our balcony is all of 10ft by 6ft, adorned with a grill and new table set with chairs and umbrella. I am going to attempt to grow 8 tomato, 2 jalapeno, 18 cucumber, 36 radish (don’t ask) , 6 onion, and 12 cilantro plants. Do you see a theme here? I am thinking that I will be able to produce no less than 12 gallons of salsa from my fancy little garden. I anticipate that I may need to move my operations under my balcony due to space. What’s funny about that is my association allows nothing to be grown anywhere that’s not planted by the landscapers so I will harvest my garden under the balcony late at night under the cover of darkness as if I was involved in an illegal marijuana operation. My balcony is surrounded by large bushes, so I have already plotted out a way through the bushes to begin my evil plot to produce healthy veggies.
Filed under: Fatty, Gardeny goodness, Overcommitment, dad, stupid, train wreck, weekend, wife
you realize that cucumbers need a fence to climb, or they grow on the ground and go bad quickly? And planting time for radishes and onions was in February-May?