Man its been a long time. I mean a HELL of a long time since I stopped growing through all my facebook and insta notifications and moved over to creating something for myself…
Well… let’s take this slowly shall we …
My son is now 8! 8!!!!
When the hell did that happen!! How did I get an 8 year old????
Does anyone else feel that the cuteness of a young child goes so quickly and the hormonal raging know-it-all phase starts far too early?
Let me know in the comments!
Pawn moves first,
Bishop moves next.
Every step is a move.
Every move is a turn.
You take the King, you win!
You take like a maniac and you make your enemy weak.
Only the pawn gets upgraded if it reaches the enemy’s side.
You must swap your pawn for the Queen if it’s been taken.
If the Queen has not been taken you can choose another piece.
In that way, even a small pawn can win the game.
By Siddak Jhamat, age 6
In the ocean there are fish
In the sea we find shells
Waves bigger than houses
Blowing with the wind
An anemone goes, waving tentacles,
And people upon ships and boats.
Flying speedboats, racing with all,
And with turtles that go snap.
By Siddak Jhamat
(Sunday 8th November 2020)
In the end of this all, it will be transparent how we have really dealt with and looked after our most elderly, at need, and marginalised that will be displayed as either a mark of greatness, or a stain on our society and nation. Continue reading
RAZORS RAZORS EVERYWHERE!!
Ive been shaving since I was about 13 years old, and I’ve used my fair share of blades. Disposable, ones with 2 blades, 3 blades, 5 blades – all of them with the ability to serve a crappy shave, and charge me for the privilege.
It was whilst considering my plastic foot print that I realised I go through about 2 blades a week, and dispose of these un-recyclable blades straight into the trash.
This equates to over 100 blades a year… none of which could be recycled. Over the lifetime so far, I have used over 2500 blades and razors which can’t be broken down into parts for recycling easily.
I remember as a child watching my granddad use a wonderful razor blade, a shaving brush and a shaving soap, and never ever using a disposable blade. So I decided to take the plunge and purchase my first safety razor blade handle and blades.
This has to have been the most daunting purchase of my life. I was about to move away from using multi blade, disposable blades, to a new, single blade heavy weight razor which I would have to put together by myself each time I needed a new blade..
So here are my findings, and what I think all men (and women) need to do in order to break free of the gimmick of disposable blades.
Things I want my son to know.
Lesson #15 – Follow your heart, create your path.
Out mowing the lawn on a gorgeous sunny Sunday, I look back and find that you’re mowing the lawn right behind me!
Like. A. Boss.
I love my son. More than my own life. And I think I can speak for nearly every parent out there, that there is no love quite like this.
When my son was born, I immediately fell in love with him. I mean, I dived straight into it.. I never thought I would, but I did, and before I knew it, I was telling my son “I love you” like a million times a day. Continue reading
Somehow it doesn’t have the same ring as Nirvanas ‘Heart Shaped Box’ but it made me happier that he song did to see that my sone was beginning to enjoy the pleasures of cooking.
So my wife and I finally managed to get away for a few days.!
We spent a week in the wonderful city of Mumbai in India without our 3 year old.
Like many couples with young kids it’s off in a fighting battle to maintain some sense of balance in your relationship whilst managing a young child.
I think we were very grateful to have had a few days to ourselves to reconnect and just be us!
The city has such a beauty and vibrancy about it that I cannot explain, but my last visit in ‘94 when I was just 15 is still memorable and I can see why.
We spent a few days in Chembur, a large district in central Mumbai and then moved on to Juhu Beach at the JW Marriott hotel – perhaps one of the most amazing hotels I’ve stayed in – ever.
Needless to say, we both missed our son immensely, however we loved each minute of being together and exploring the beauty of this treasured city.
Things I want my son to know. Lesson #12 – Have Courage, But don’t be afraid to cry.
“Big Boys Dont Cry”is something I used to hear a lot when I was growing up.
When I was 22, my granddad died peacefully in his sleep. He was someone I loved so much, someone who taught me the art of DIY, allowed me to drive his cars all the time, sit with him and play with him.
I remember getting the news at about 3am when I heard the house phone ring, and I immediately sensed he was gone, and it was confirmed by my mum’s crying. I jumped up in bed and burst into tears. My dad walked past, knocked on the door and saw me crying and said “Let it out now, but be strong when you get to the house” but there was no time. Granddad lived 3 doors from us, so I quickly got changed and had to dry my eyes and “be strong” for my family. Continue reading
Diary of a Dazed Dad 