Random Thoughts

• I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

• Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out.

• How are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

• I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.


• Was learning cursive really necessary?

While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.


• I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.


• MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.


• Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.


• If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.


• "Do no t machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.


• I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV… there's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'


• I wonder if cops ever get mad at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

Daddy's Hands

I have always loved the song titled Daddy's Hands but since our precious daughter Elliana was born it has brought a whole new meaning to me. I hope that she will always know and remember the love in my hands. Here are the lyrics:

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.

I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love...In Daddy´s hands.


I hope Elliana has plenty of good memories about Daddy's hands as she grows up. I will share one now that she won't remember. We were getting her ready for her bath tonight so I took off her onesie but left her diaper on as I carried her to the kitchen. We always leave her diaper on until right before she gets in her bath just in case. So when I got to the kitchen I held her as Kasey took off her diaper. I then put my hand under her bottom to lift her into her tub. Then...Pghhppppssspghghghghghhhpppp. Yes I will always remember...when she pooped in Daddy's hands.