Monday, March 19, 2007

Anybody out there?

Colonel Comey here. It's cold out here in cyberspace.

The girl pictured at right is my favorite, found on some random web excursion a couple of years ago.

It's apropos of nothing, but always worth a smile.

So .... speaking of chicks, my wife (not pictured, but also cute when eating toast) is having our first child any day now. Cray-zee shit. I'm 36, my wife's 36, we've been married for 11 years, yet it seems like we're just barely ready for this. I guess you're never ready.

I try not to think about it all too much, because I don't want to ruin the surprise of what it's actually like to be a parent. But I do kind of take peeks into the future.

I worry about my ability to teach him things. Like football, for example. I want him to grow up with an appreciation of sports, and be a football fan -- but he might not give a shit. I guess some of it depends on the kid and some of it depends on how you try to drum it into them.

My friend Spooch loves wrestling, as much as a 33-year-old man can, but his 7-year-old son is absolutely fuckin' NUTS for wrestling. He is a wrestling savant -- can name all the WWE guys, spell their names to a T, even the tough ones, knows their music, their costumes. Everything. But another friend -- whose wife loves football as much as he does, and loudly -- his kids could give a shit about football.

That must be tough, but I guess that's something I have to prepare myself for. I put people through it when I was a kid. No one in my family liked sports at all, but I obsessed on them. So they just got out of my way and let me compile my fake stats and make weird lists. Still doing it.

My grandfather, who was more like a dad to me growing up, loved cars. At one point in the 50s he collected three Porsche Speedsters, one of which he owned for more than thirty years. But I never cared about cars like he did -- I loved riding in cars, but I didn't have any real interest in them. In the last few years of his life, my grandfather talked a lot about cars -- even as he softened with age, they still fascinated him. By then, I saw them through his eyes, and still try to.

Anyhoo .... hope you enjoyed the girl, and the ramblings, and anyone with any tips on fatherhood, I'd love to hear them.

1 comment:

castlelong said...

I'm a dad. A 15 yo son and 12 yo daugther.

Pray for a son.

Maybe it was my kids, but my son is laid back and will adapt to whatever.

My daughter is upset if things don't go as planned.

Then we get into hormones. I know what boys that age are thinking. If my son is thinking that way about girls in his high school, so what? My daughter is what those perverted bastards will want.

If just eating toast were that innocent with a daughter.