May 7, 2008

TV Dads, Golf and bunny rabbits

In my last post I posed the question, “If you had to compare yourself to one TV parent, who would it be?”

While I loved the “Fred Sanford” answer (because don’t we all want to be cantankerous junk yard proprietors?), I think I do fall a bit between Heathcliff Huxtable (we dance exactly alike), Charlie Ingalls from Little House on the Prairie (because he had such a big heart, willing to help others) with just a little Homer Simpson thrown in for fun (because he’s such an endearing goof).

Switching gears… Today I went to a golf tournament to support the Y that I used to work for.  For the past three years I ran this tournament but today I got to play.  I have played a grand total of 90 holes in my golfing career (plus a few thousand practice balls at the local range) and I got put onto a team with three guys who had a grand total of 82 YEARS of golfing experience.  Needless to say, I was out of my league.  But I did contribute in one aspect of the game.  My friends, I don’t like to brag, but I can putt.  And the old adage “you drive for show but putt for dough” was definitely true today.  And what do I owe this putting prowess to, you ask?  Well, it’s a little known fact that I used to kick some serious butt at old Neptune’s Kingdom back in Surf City growing up.  Don’t mess with me and my putt putt putter.

Finally, I can tell that fatherhood has changed me in many, many ways.  Most, surprisingly, have been in very, very good ways.  Today, for example, as we drove around the golf course situated in a rural area Northeast of San Diego, I noticed rabbits and squirrels and road runners running rampant around the area.  Instead of thinking of my next shot, what my yardage is or when the drink cart will make its way around, I’m thinking one thing…

Swee’pea sure would love seeing these bunnies.

And suddenly I missed my little ones.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

10 Comments

  1. Whenever we see a bunny in the wild, I tell Ane if she can catch it, she can keep it.

    No luck so far.

    Comment by Deanna — May 8, 2008 @ 1:57 am

  2. I can’t wait till I can take my boys with me to play golf (well, my wallet CAN wait). I too try and remember that despite my abysmal play, just being outdoors is a blessing in itself.

    Comment by Dobe — May 8, 2008 @ 6:47 am

  3. Awwwwee.. That’s sweet!

    Comment by mp — May 8, 2008 @ 7:55 am

  4. I went golfing for the first time about a month ago…which put me at 7 months pregnant…that was interesting.

    Your sentiments and thoughts about your children and fatherhood that you share with us always inspire me. You make me excited to become a parent. So, thank you!

    Comment by Equipoise — May 8, 2008 @ 8:34 am

  5. What a sweet post! I find myself doing that too though. Every time I feel like I’m about to pull my hair out and need time alone I’m usually sent out by the husband for a little alone time (usually to the store to pick up something but I digress) but once I’m alone I miss them and can’t wait to get back to the chaos!

    I’m a pretty good putter myself but have you ever tried glow golf? I couldn’t hit squat in there!!

    By the way, I found your blog through DadGoneMad. I’ve posted a complete list of everyone who left their blog link on his Big Big Stars post in a post of my own called Blog Rolling With My Homies over on my blog, so if you want to see it come on over and sit a spell. I don’t bite..…that hard anyway!

    Comment by DeeDee — May 8, 2008 @ 10:02 am

  6. awwwwwwwwwww….
    so sweet :)

    Comment by Chaitra — May 8, 2008 @ 11:19 am

  7. Gosh isn’t that the truth. Anytime I’m out enjoying some me time (which isn’t all that often) I am seriously thinking about Da’Gorgeouses. I’m supposing it will be like that until the day I die—I wouldn’t have it any other way either!

    Comment by MamáChanga — May 8, 2008 @ 11:29 pm

  8. That’s what time away from the kids is for. To remind you how great they really are.

    Comment by Above Average Joe — May 9, 2008 @ 9:27 am

  9. I think my family has 82 years of mini golf experience.

    Comment by Darren — May 9, 2008 @ 10:23 am

  10. Awww, what a good daddy! It’s so nice to know daddys think that way too. My eldest (age 2.5) spent the night with Gma the other night. We talked to her no less than EIGHT times within the 24 hour period she was gone. ;)

    Comment by K and J's mom — May 9, 2008 @ 7:06 pm

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