Tag Archives: Kids

Friday Night

Introducing my son and wife to the cinematic masterpiece that is…

This movie is closer to anything that might happen during a zombie apocalypse than anything else you’ve ever watched.

If you haven’t seen it, put it in your queue.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

What Could Have Been…

At one time this blog was going to be Tales of the Old Monkey, which was a play on ABC’s Tales of the Gold Monkey from back in the 80s (a short lived tv show).

The monkey in question was a toy flashlight my daughter had when she was younger that stood watch over my tool bench. Occasionally the old battery would give just enough juice to make it chatter. I loved it.

One day it fell and busted and I haven’t found another.

Maybe some day.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Band Stuff

πš†πšŽ 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 πš—πšŽπš πšœ πšŠπš—πš 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 πš‹πšŠπš πš—πšŽπš πšœ.

πšƒπš‘πšŽ 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 πš—πšŽπš πšœ πš’πšœ πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πš‹πš˜πšπš‘ πš–πšŠπšπšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πš•πš’πšœπš. πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’β€™πš›πšŽ πš‹πš˜πšπš‘ πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš‘πš’πšπš‘ πšœπšŒπš‘πš˜πš˜πš• πš–πšŠπš›πšŒπš‘πš’πš—πš πš‹πšŠπš—πš.

πšƒπš‘πš’πšœ πš πš’πš•πš• πš‹πšŽ πš‘πšŽπš› πšπš˜πšžπš›πšπš‘ πš’πšŽπšŠπš›, πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš’πšŽπšŠπš› 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 πš“πšžπš—πš’πš˜πš›. π™°πš—πš πšœπš‘πšŽ πš‘πšŠπšœ πšπš˜πš—πšŽ πš—πš˜πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πš‹πšžπš πšŽπš‘πšŒπšŽπš• πš’πš— πšπš‘πš’πšœ. π™»πš˜πšπšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš‘πšŠπš›πš πš πš˜πš›πš”, πš•πš˜πšπšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš›πšŽπš πšŠπš›πš. π™Έπšβ€™πšœ πš‘πšŽπš› πšπš‘πš’πš—πš.

πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™΄πš•πšπšŽπšœπš

πšƒπš‘πš’πšœ πš πš’πš•πš• πš‹πšŽ πš‘πš’πšœ πšπš’πš›πšœπš πš’πšŽπšŠπš›, πšŽπš—πšπšŽπš›πš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπš’πš‘πšπš‘ πšπš›πšŠπšπšŽ.

πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™»πš’πšπšπš•πšŽπšœπš

π™Έπš πš–πšŠπš”πšŽπšœ πš‘πš’πš– πšπš‘πšŽ π™»πš’πšπšπš•πšŽπšœπš π™Ίπš—πš’πšπš‘πš. π™°πš—πš πš–πšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš—πšπšŽπšœπš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš’πš—πšŸπš’πšπšŽπš πš’πš—. π™ΌπšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ.

π™Έβ€™πš– πšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πš™πš›πš˜πšžπš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽπš– πš‹πš˜πšπš‘.


π™°πš—πš πš—πš˜πš  πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŠπš πš—πšŽπš πšœ. πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’β€™πš›πšŽ πšπš˜πš’πš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πšπš›πšŠπš πš–πšŽ, πš”πš’πšŒπš”πš’πš—πš πšŠπš—πš πšœπšŒπš›πšŽπšŠπš–πš’πš—πš, πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽπš–.

π™Έβ€™πšŸπšŽ πš‹πšŽπšŽπš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšžπš—πš˜πšπšπš’πšŒπš’πšŠπš• πš™πš‘πš˜πšπš˜πšπš›πšŠπš™πš‘πšŽπš› πšπš˜πš› 𝚊 πš‹πš’πš. 𝙸 πšŸπš’πšπšŽπš˜ πšŒπš˜πš–πš™πšŽπšπš’πšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ. π™Έπšβ€™πšœ πš–πš’ πš‘πš˜πš‹πš‹πš’, πšπš‘πšŽ πšŸπš’πšπšŽπš˜ πšŠπš—πš πš™πš‘πš˜πšπš˜πšπš›πšŠπš™πš‘πš’ πš™πšŠπš›πš. π™·πšŽπš›πšŽ πš’ πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšŒπšŠπš™πšπš’πšŸπšŽ πšœπšžπš‹πš“πšŽπšŒπšπšœ. πšƒπš‘πš’πšœ πš’πšŽπšŠπš› π™Έβ€™πš– πšπš˜πš’πš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πšŸπš˜πš•πšžπš—πšπšŽπšŽπš› πšπš˜πš› πš™πš’πš πšŒπš›πšŽπš  πšŠπš—πš πšπšŠπš”πšŽ 𝚊 πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πšŠπšŒπšπš’πšŸπšŽ πš™πšŠπš›πš πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŠπš—πš. π™°πš•πš• πš’πš—.

πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš πš’πšπšŽ πš’πšœ 𝚊 πš‹πšŠπš—πš πšπšŽπšŽπš” πšŠπš—πš’πš πšŠπš’. π™΄πš—πš˜πšžπšπš‘ πšœπšŠπš’πš.

H͟e͟r͟e͟ w͟e͟ β€ŠΝŸgo͟.

πšƒπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πš’πš. πšƒπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš˜πšœπš.

Seegars

I’m With The Band…Indefinitely

My eldest found a love for the marching band and is entering her fourth year as a member.

She in turn has infected my youngest. I joke. I can’t blame her.

It’s her mother’s fault.

This week is marching band tryouts. He is the only fifth grader invited to tryouts. Do you see that face?

Now don’t get me wrong, he’s basically a happy kid. He’s shielded somewhat from what the world really is right now. We’re trying to shield him from it as much as possible.

But that face there is pure joy. I saw it on his sisters face when she found her place with the band.

It has been so good for her. That sense of belonging has given her confidence. It has also given her a sense of responsibility and a group to be loyal to outside of family.

And now he joins this group.

Hopefully.

Like I posted on IG:

This week works out favorable and I’m sΜΆtΜΆuΜΆcΜΆkΜΆ happy to enjoy another six years as a band parent. #northcentralsilverknights

Tryouts aren’t over.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Here We Go Again

Another long hard week.

Sort of.

The kids have marching band tryouts, late nights, late suppers and homework.

And that’s okay. We sacrifice for what we want.


The truck goes in the shop tomorrow for new ball joints.

It will ride so much better and quieter. It’s an $800 investment in a twenty-two year old truck.

I’m $3K into it already besides some minor improvements. Still, it’s only got 140,000 miles on it. Many more good miles left in this old truck.


Tomorrow is Monday. Better get some sleep.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Hot But No Fever

I’m a little hot right now and I usually won’t touch politics on this blog, but never say never.

S.C. Governor Henry McMaster dropped the mask mandate for our schools but you have to opt out with this form.

The wording is sort of disturbing to me.

The wording in the second page as to what you agree to and β€œscientific evidence and research studies” is pure bull. There shouldn’t be any form required that needs to be signed to allow you to breathe free.

I can’t sign this in good conscience.

My child is not a political tool.

How can you opt out of something you were forced into in the first place?

Where’s the opt out form for paying county taxes?

You people barely take responsibility for actually teaching my child anything useful or important. You’d rather erase history and teach them that their truth is more important than actual history and facts.

I think I’m going to hold off on this. I’m going to see what the backlash is after a few days.

Just to be clear, I know there is a virus. Yes, it has affected people. Yes, a lot of people have died from it. Yes, the science and actual death toll from this is questionable.

A lot of this is fear and control. And the time for living like this is over.

#KershawCounty #SouthCarolina #Masks #DropTheMasks

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Satisfaction

I’m very tired.

I cut up my day yesterday to pick up my son from school because my parents are gone on a short vacation.

I stopped working at 1:00 yesterday afternoon and then went back at 11:00 last night. I got home about 2:00 and caught four hours of sleep, got back up at six and started it all over again.

And here I sit trying to focus on a new show, Jupiter’s Legacy. It would seem it’s going to be very good.

And so, because I am tired…

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Age and Play

Sam was in the garage tonight bouncing a ball. He had been doing this inside the house and it was driving everyone crazy so he was banished to the garage.

I felt bad so I went out to play with and he came up with some quick rules on how we were getting points. This lasted about ten minutes to where I got too into it and twisted wrong.

My back is on fire. Lol.

There’s a forty one year age difference between us. But what am I to do? I’m his dad. He doesn’t think I’m old. I hate to tell him, I am indeed.

But I do what I can when I can.

So I’m going to sit here and hurt awhile. He’s already asleep.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

I’m With The Band

I’ve just spent the better part of the afternoon/evening recording my daughter (and soon to be sons) marching band.

They had their spring concert tonight.

My daughter has been with the band for the last five years. My son has decided, after much research and sensible thinking, that sports are not for him. No, band seems much safer.

Until tonight when he was helping load the trailer and took a spill. Some hard road rash. There’s danger in everything if you’re unlucky enough.

Ouch.

But he’ll be okay.

For now we’re looking at an exciting future of band stuff. It ain’t all fun. There’s a lot of hard work ahead.

But he’s up to it, just like his sister was.

Marching band has been one of the best things my daughter ever got into. It built her confidence and it has given her strength. And it has given her a family outside of family.

First time.

He even got to take the stage with the band tonight to help out. It was kind of an initiation. Tryouts are next month. We shall see.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Panem Et Circenses

We are watching The Hunger Games movies as a family because Sam has never watched them, he was too young when they first came out.

It’s an interesting story if you like dystopian type stuff.

It kind of reminds me a lot of something I can’t quite put my finger on.

But…

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

« Older Entries