The magic touch

Around 2am my wife woke me to tell me the toilet wouldn’t flush.. as any man (who could always go outside if he wanted) would do, I fell back to sleep and somehow convinced myself that it was a part of a strange dream.

This morning it was real. The toilet was clogged… I tried everything. I made it look, a lot, like I knew what I was doing. In reality, besides the basics, I know very little about plumbing. I assume my fluids and remains will go down the hole in the bathroom without incident. Normally it does.. 

SO I plunged and plunged and plunged. My arms were sore.. I tried to flush… and hush.. and NO GO. No flow. The toilet was jammed, I felt damned.

So I left the bathroom to regroup.. and I was tinkering with the idea of Googling or YouTubing strange toilet problems so see how mine fit in.. perhaps I’d find an answer. Maybe I’d even go back to the past and Ask Jeeves!

At that moment, I heard the toilet suck down the remaining water and push it through the pipes.. I ran in. What happened!? I saw my wife with the plunger in her hand, looking at me and saying simply, “I plunged it, didn’t you even try that?”

I did try!
I did plunge!
I felt like one of the Mario Brothers!

But I did not have the magic touch ..or even the magic flush. And regardless of the use of force, sometimes it takes a special maneuver to make the water flow again. Sometimes, I suppose, it takes a woman’s touch.

That or .. my ferocious plumbing did the work and on last gentle push was all it needed.

Hell, I need some find some manly way out, right?

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPaG6IX6-eo?feature=oembed&enablejsapi=1&origin=http://safe.txmblr.com&wmode=opaque&w=500&h=281]

Seriously.. who DIDN’T jam to this DJ SAMMY BOYS OF SUMMER remake back in 2002 and 2003? My wife, who was then just a ‘friend,’ introduced me to it before we even knew we’d be married with a child. Weird how times change.. years change.. time goes on.

Rock on.

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

My Daily Doodle for February 20, 2014.. Tara, otherwise known as Mommy formerly known as Tara, is getting a homemade birthday card with Mario on it.. Ayden asked for it. 

I made Mario look more like a crooked-faced Jay Leno than the plumbing superhero.. And that little blue star.. It was a botched yellow one.

One reason I dedicated 2014 to be the year of the daily doodle—the year I begin drawing again—was because of how long since I drew anything.

From daily drawings to … zippo.

I knew I needed practice after not drawing in 10 years. I didn’t realize how bad I got until I saw my star.. Oh that’s a horrible star.

But Tara, it’s from the heart.

My wife and I were putting away Christmas decorations when we found an old box of your books and Momentos from last century

In my eighth-grade yearbook, I said I wanted to be a White House correspondent for TIME Magazine. My wife’s Senior yearbook had her majoring in science at a university… (I apparently had no goes my senior year)

We both still want to do the things we said we wanted to do, but different choices and events that shaped our lives moved us away from those goals..

It’s not too late for her, but by the time I achieve my dream gig TIME Magazine will most likely be a distant memory…

Maybe for some fun later, I will scan through some fun little pictures of a scrapbook I made in the eighth grade

A first!!

First time ever.. I was right about a song lyric over my wife ..! Highway to the danger zone. Not ‘I went to the danger zone’.. Muhahaha

Six year ago today (on a day virtually the same as today weatherwise) my wife Tara and I took our first walk as a married couple. This image perfectly symbolized how I felt that day—walking into the future, backs to the past.. but the same bridge of life. 

Since then we had a child, headaches and heartaches, deaths and tribulations. Along with it, laughs, endless smiles, and sure, a few necessary frowns.

The journey of life.. accompanying each other..

After six years, we now have a legacy. A child .. 

In six years, he’ll be going on 9.. and we’ll be combing out gray hairs—with me maybe shining a bald head.

While we know things can mightily change in the span of only a few years, a few constants will remain.