DC Urban Dad

In case you were wondering, I am not Billy Ray Cyrus

Mini-Kamp I want to get something straight before it's too late.  You need to know I am not like Billy Ray Cyrus.

Okay, yes we are both parents.  We have that in common, but that is where the similarities end.

I have short hair. 

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He has longish hair.

He is a country music recording artist.  I have no musical ability whatsoever.  My voices makes the dog moan.

He has been on the Silver Screen and Television.  I got a bit part in a BAD movie and then never acted again in my life.

He is first and foremost his kid's friend then her parent. 

I am not your friend.

That's right.  Sorry to take a hard line here, but I am your parent.  I will always be there for you, but I am not your buddy or your pal.  I am not your BFF.

That does not mean we can't have fun, we can't laugh, we can't joke around and be silly.  We can do all those things, but my role is to help you grow up and one day enter the world a respectable citizen with sights on making your mark.  My role is to help teach you and then let you free.

I hope one day you look back on that fact and say thank you.  If not, well let's just say you're grounded.

Last year on my 100th post I came up with a new category - The 100 things for my Mini-Kamp.  It is 100 things my Mini-Kamp needs to know before she leaves the roost.  Now I figure I've got about 17 years and some change before she bolts for freedom, but hey, why not get started early right.

Don't stop believing

My Mini-Kamp:

Back in 1993 an old basketball coach from NC State inspired a room of his peers with 4 words:

Today on June 7th 2009, Roger Federer showed everyone what happens when you do just that - you win your 14th Grand Slam on the one surface that has eluded you for so long - The French Open.

 

Bean there will be times when you just don't want to go on.

There will be times when it seems like everything is stacked up against you.

There will be times when you are exhausted, out of energy and down.

Times when the easiest thing in the world would be to give in and go home.

But don't.

Don't give in.

Don't listen to your critics.

Don't stop believing.

Don't ever give up.

And always remember that we love you.

Talk to the hand

My first boyfriend, originally uploaded by dcurbandad.

Girl, you must be your mother's DNA cuz DAMN, I ain't never seen someone play such a fierce game of hard to get. My poor boy here is throwing his best moves at you and you're like talk to the hand, if you ain't got boob I ain't listening.

Kid you make me proud. Just do me a favor and don't forget this moment.

There will come a time later in life when another dude or two or three will come 'round and throw their best moves at you. And look I realize that it's early for this but I am gonna go ahead and break it down for you. You see, some guys....well some guys are only interested in one thing (now we'll hit that one thing later, much later), but just do me a favor and walk the other way.

Thanks.

Oh, but just for the record, we approve of this guy. So you know throw him a smile or a nod or perhaps just lend him your Sophie for a nosh.

What you oughta know

Holy crap, it's hard to believe this, but um this right here is my 100th post......okay now......wait for it.....wait for it.....Damn it! 

You know to be honest with you, I was kinda hoping and expecting some balloons, some confetti and perhaps The Girls Next Door would come out and sing me a song, maybe even a little dance?

Oh well as long as that ain't gonna happen, I think I will take this down a more serious path. 

So in honor of my 100th post, I think I will start a new series here at DC Urban Dad:

100 Things My Mini-Kamp Oughta Know

Now I figure I've got about 17 years and some change before she bolts for freedom, but hey, why not get started early right.  So Mini-Kamp here goes......

The first thing you need to know is that we - your Mom and I - well, we love ya. 

Really simple right.

Well the fact is you are gonna do some real dumb shit later.  Okay there will be some smart things scattered in there (actually since you are your mother's child, LOTS of SMART SHIT).  But since you also have your Dad's genes you will do some stupid things.

Perhaps, you might shoplift some burger gum because hell you want it and we say no.

Maybe you will smash white-out against your blue door.

You never know, you might slam the driver side door your Dad's convertible Saab smashing the window into a thousand bits and pieces.

Hell, you might even throw wild parties where your friends pass out on pool tables and streak the neighborhood only wearing fanny-paks only to fall flat on their face in the middle of the street.

Shit, you will definitely miss curfew.

There is not doubt there will be times when we are angry, disappointed and downright pissed, but you just need to remember one thing throughout it all.  It will be hard to I know, but please try.  We love ya.

You always have us in your corner.  We are your biggest fans.  Don't forget it.

And please whatever you do, don't where wear (can't spell) a fanny-pak, seriously.