A couple of years ago a skinny, scruffy, red headed fellow stumbled across this blog. He sent me a few messages stating that he liked the blog and was thinking of starting one himself. I offered him words of encouragement and later found out that he had started Canucklehead.ca. I visited his site daily for some comedic relief.
We started talking on the phone and learning about each other and began to realize that our lives were, in ways, uncannily similar. We were both red headed, both married, both had one child, and we both had another child on the way. Later on, we found out that we were both having boys. I know you’re saying, that could happen to anyone, so here is the kicker. My wife and I had picked the name of what we would name our child early in the pregnancy. We picked a boys name and a girls name until we found out the sex. Interestingly enough Lincoln and his wife had picked the same name for their son that we did. Well, it’s the same other than the fact my sons name is spelled with a “K” and theirs with a “C”. Our wives had our children withing a few weeks of each other, and all was well.
After the birth of my son, my life was busy and I slowly drifted away from the blog and the friends I had made online. I still kept in touch via Facebook as much as I could. I noticed that last year Lincoln got to run while holding the Olympic Torch and he started talking about something called Twittens. He seemed to post about them more and more frequently and begin posting pictures of them.
Much to my surprise this morning after watching this video on his latest blog post that I realized he actually invented these things.
So Lincoln, I would like to congratulate you on your success so far and can only hope that it carries you even farther. And I would also like to say to you, “You’re Welcome”. If you never would have discovered this blog, you probably wouldn’t have went down the path that took you to Twittens. ;p
As if the 31 inches of snow that we got the weekend before Christmas wasn’t enough, Mother Nature and her distorted sense of humor decided to give us another 8 inches(+) over night last night. Unfortunately, it doesn’t stop there. We are still under a winter storm warning until Sunday, and there is snow forecast nearly every day next week. “Oh what fun it is to” …. yea, whatever.
I like the winter because it gets dark early, and that is pretty much the only reason. The early dark means that the kids are ready for bed about 7pm and that gives Mommy and Daddy a few hours to not be Mommy and Daddy. One of us is usually on the computer and one of us is playing the DS. Occasionally, we will watch a movie and have some ice cream to wind down. Those evening are nice. One of the kids usually wakes up before midnight and joins us in bed, but I don’t mind. The few hours to escape are usually all I need.
We are headed out for the neighbors birthday party today, deep snow and all. We’ve gotten pretty used to still being mobile in the snow. If we didn’t, we would hardly go anywhere. The cold, now that is a different story. It’s almost noon, and it’s 12°F. (For you Celsius people, that’s -11.) I used to be able to stand the cold when I was younger. Man, it didn’t matter how cold it was I was outside sledding, playing football, or wrestling in the snow. I’m surprised my fingers and toes never fell off.
As I got older I would build huge bonfires and have sledding parties. Friends all over the community would show up and much fun was had by all. It was nice to warm by the fire while sitting out in dark and conversing with friends. We usually did more talking than sledding on those late nights. Have you ever been to an after dark sledding party with a bonfire? Please tell me about it in the comments section below.
It’s just about time to start the truck and let it warm up for a half hour before we head out to the party, so I had better get to it.