DC Urban Dad

It's not you it's me

There's no denying it, we have had some great times.  I still remember the day we met.  It was sunny and warm.  I was not even sure we had room for you, but I made sure we made space.

You get me.  You complete me.  But I love my Mini-Kamp more.

Another woman?

Yes, there is another woman.  But I promise to bring  you out on the off weeks.

Please try not to make a scene.  It is for the best.  I still care for you.  It's not you, it's me.

This week's math lesson courtesy of DC Urban Dad

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Christmas, Santa, New Year's Eve and the Inauguration have come gone and needless to say I have fallen off the Blog to Fit bandwagon quite a bit.

For starters, I have picked up my Coke habit again (no not Mickey Rourke's coke habit).  My water in take ain't what it should be.  I am lucky to get in 3 work outs a week.  And let's just say I don't shy away from a treat here and there and there and there and there.

Well, this week is my birthday week and as I hit the big 33 on Wednesday, I am giving myself a little treat - the long awaited BOB.

You see I have been patiently awaiting the moment that I could strap the MiniKamp down and hit the road.  I love running and hitting the gym but have always felt guilty leaving my family behind.  Now those two can finally come together.

So with banana hammock season just five months away it's time to get my butt in gear.  Watch out road, here I come.  I will not be denied a better mid-section.

Ma Bell ain't got nuthin' on this

Remember when this was just a crazy dream?  Ya know pie in the sky?

Well looks like it's about to become a reality for me.....

Oh well, there goes naked Sundays.

So far it looks like implementation will be easy.  I am big on 1, 2, 3 instructions.

Thanks to Vidtel for providing me with the 2 phones (1 for me and 1 for the Grandparents) to test out. 

Once they are up and running I will be reviewing the whole process, set-up, ease of use, the reception and of course the clarity. 

I just REALLY hope my Dad does me a solid and keeps his clothes on too.

Am I secure enough in my manhood to carry this?

Look, I just gotta ask.....

Do you think 4 months is too young to teach the tenets of good cleaning cuz this Dyson is quite the bad-ass and sucks like a champ?   And by buying it I would be helping out boobs across the globe. 

Not to mention, if I got a second one (I already have the yellow one)I could double fist like Lara Croft and clean the be-jesus out of my house.

Yeah, yeah I know, I know, it's pink but hey I am secure in my manhood.

Whatcha think?

 

I wish I knew how to quit you

Look I would give anything to be a greener member of society - you know save more money and the environment, blah, blah, blah.

But you....you complete me and for the past three months there's been a void that I cannot seem to fill. I have tried to ignore the pain but it has become even more than I can stomach.

Now, I know my wife has taken good care of you during this time.  She has given you what you need to survive, but you and I, we have a bond.  Something special that cannot be replicated or copied.

I miss your smell, your tenderness, they way you hold me after a long day.  You never try to fix my problems, you just listen.

I miss your control, your handling, your power.

I miss how I feel when I am with you and the extra time you give me.

Believe me when I say I am not stepping out on you.  The Metro is not your equal.  Although she's nice, she's simply a stop gap.  I am only using her.  She gets me where I need to go.  There is no substitute for what you give me.

I know we will be reunited soon and we will once again travel the city streets as one.  We will dodge cabbies and honk at bikers who on a deathwish bumrush without warning.  We will explore undiscovered shortcuts and new avenues.  It will be like we were never apart - like the old days.

Until that day comes please know and take comfort that you are mine and I love you.

Yours,
DC Urban Dad

PS - You have my word that I will never traded you for this

I can't fight this feeling any longer

Can I be honest for one second folks cuz let's face it, I can't fight this feeling any longer.......

You see, I fantasize about the Bugaboo.  I just cannot help it.  I know that there are some out there that hate it - rather despise it  They say it is just not practical and hard to close.  Not to mention it costs an arm and a leg.

But still there are others that love it.

And I feel guilty because I do.  Believe me I have tried to shake the feelings, but to no avail.

I started a love affair with the MacLaren, but that has simply faded.  I have glanced at the Peg-Pérego but nothing has struck my fancy.  And let's face it the Stokke scares the ever living shit out of me.

Regardless of what I do and where I turn my head, I am always driven back to my one true love - the Bug.

Are there any other urban dads out there with tales of advice to help me.  Can this foolish love affair really be fixed?  Or do I just indulge my love.

This sucks......

My wife knows the way to my heart.  Buy me a bad ass cleaning machine. 

Gotta tell ya fellow dads out there.....you may think you feel like a bad ass mofo with a chainsaw, but wail till you got 36 airwatts in the palm of your hand.  Changes you life.  :)

Cheerios, dog hair, dust watch out.  Got three words for ya, "Suck on it!"