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We are on the eve of Fatherhood Friday 52! Can you feel the sense of accomplishment there? Dads and moms taking time to write about parenthood from the perspective of what fatherhood means to them. There's some special going on here and I for one am very proud to be a part of such an inspiring collection of thoughts and people on a weekly basis. Seriously, you all rock!
Since last week Pete made a startling confession about Twitter--namely that he hates Twitter, I thought we could use confession as our theme for this week and next. Remember, themes aren't mandatory, but just a way for us to brainstorm something meaningful to write about. With that being said, I have a confession to make--I am starting to hate the snow.
Let me begin by saying the snow turns me into a kid. I love getting out in the snow. The snow pants, the gloves, the hats--it's all very romantic to me. I love sledding, building forts, throwing snow balls and the resulting hot chocolate. But, I can tell you--without any doubt, I hate being plowed in. In less than a week, we have received around 40 inches of snow. Our house is at the intersection of two busy streets that service local emergency vehicles and is plowed religiously. When your house is at an intersection--plows will inevitably push mountains of heavy snow at the end of your driveway. Why?
The plows seem to do it as a test. They want to see what my breaking point is. How much snow will it take before I crack. I look at plows and I see something evil. I see something unstoppable. I see my eternal enemy. Plows must be stopped.
I am one of those guys that is an optimist. I see the good in virtually everything. "Why did he have to get sick and die?" Someone asks--I say, "So we can get closer to a cure--he was a martyr." Someone asks, "What sense does murder make?" I say, "God missed that person who died so much, he called them back early."
I see nothing good about plows. Sure they clear the roads, but at what expense? I can't see my mailbox. My back perhaps will never recover and I am pretty sure we are expecting 12 more inches of snow on Monday into Tuesday. Literally, I can't lift the snow high enough to shovel our drive right now. There are six to seven foot piles on either side and my lower back feels like someone put a blow torch to it, but none of that matters any more because the end of driveway has two feet of solid snow packed down like concrete.
I hate plows, what is your confession? Tell us in this edition of Fatherhood Friday. Onto the links!
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written by Reservoir Dad, February 12, 2010
for sparking the idea.
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written by busy-dad-e, February 12, 2010
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written by WeaselMomma, February 12, 2010
For those of you do not have the snow plow experience to accentuate your life, this is the equivalent to cleaning every square inch of flooring in your home with a tooth brush to have, within minutes, every man, woman, child and pet in the neighborhood come traipsing through and use your floors as a urinal.
Even through the benefits of plowing the streets, I have to make an extreme effort not to give the driver the single figure salute every time they drive by.
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written by howefitz, February 12, 2010
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written by Joeprah, February 12, 2010
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written by paul schwartz, February 12, 2010
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written by CK Lunchbox, February 12, 2010
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written by mennodaddy, February 12, 2010
This makes me a schmuck. No, worse -- a procrastinating schmuck.
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written by Serene0415, February 12, 2010
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written by JustCallMeDad, February 12, 2010
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written by JakeM, February 12, 2010
I'm hoping my gift is a nice long bike ride on Sunday. Any other cyclists?
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written by Reservoir Dad, February 12, 2010
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written by The Gman, February 12, 2010
cheers
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written by SurprisedMom, February 12, 2010
Joe, I've also had the pleasure of shoveling the driveway only to have the snow plow come down the street to make another mess at the end of my driveway. But, I hate to complain because I only had to move a measly 12 inches. What were you shoveling, about four feet?
Anyone longing for spring? Raise your hand
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written by Homemaker Man, February 12, 2010
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written by MichaelHawkins, February 15, 2010
Here's my contribution:
http://www.topnotchparents.com/blog/494/confession-sometimes-im-too-much-like-my-boys/
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written by Moby Home Maker, February 18, 2010
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For the girls, this is the first ever real winter and they are loving it. Sometimes it is a ch**e getting them in to warm up.