Happy Birthday, Princess P!

Today is Princess P’s twelfth birthday!

Five years ago when my neighbor took this photo, I assumed she would be my little girl forever. Boy how things change. In the time since this photo, Julia has started dancing lessons – ballet and jazz – began Krav Maga lessons – and will likely have her junior black belt test early next year – and self-taught her way to being a pretty good artist.

Of course, she has her moments; “becoming a woman” has given her more than a few moody days, and she still argues with her older brothers, but for the most part, she’s a solid kid. She also loves her dad – usually – and still gives me hugs and kisses before bed.

Julia’s birthday dinner will be nachos. Happy birthday, Princess P! We love you very much.

Of course, this time next year, she’ll be a teenager in one year. May God have mercy on us all.

Happy Thanksgiving All!

“It is therefore recommended . . . for solemn thanksgiving and praise, that with one heart and one voice the good people may express the grateful feelings of their hearts and consecrate themselves to the service of their divine benefactor . . . .”– November 1, 1777 (adopted by the 13 states as the first official Thanksgiving Proclamation) – Samuel Adams

Here’s hoping your Thanksgiving is filled with family and happiness.

It’s The Holiday Season…

No one in my household gets more excited for Christmas than Kevin. You’d think it would be Princess P, but no, it’s Kevin All The Way. So today I am waking up entirely too early on my day off so Kevin and I can hit the malls and get gifts for his siblings.

Like every year, I suspect Kevin will go WAY overboard.

When I was Kevin’s age, I would scrape whatever money I had and give my brother a bag of M&M’s and maybe some hockey trading cards. Kevin, on the other hand, will try to get everyone a small gift, a medium gift, and a super awesome amazing giant gift. And the kid really puts effort into his choices.

Last year we were in a sports store and he picked out a lamp for Kyle. Not just any lamp; the base was adorned with the Baltimore Orioles logo. Suffice to say, Kyle went crazy for it.

Kevin saves most of his chore money for this time of year, and he’ll drag his wad of cash to the mall with us today. We’ll spend an easy 2-3 hours shopping, but it’s worth it to see him get so happy with his gift choices. Wish us luck.

Happy (Belated) Halloween!

Kevin and Julia went Trick-or-Treating last night, despite the fact our jackass governor and mayor were considering cancelling the event.

As if anyone would listen.

Kevin dressed as a Philadelphia Flyers hockey player, and Julia dressed like one of the characters from The Greatest Showman.

The night was anticlimactic, mostly because many of the neighborhood houses were either blacked out, or just left out a bowl of candy for the kids to take. I think it was a combination of the Chinese Wuhan Virus and the riots. The rioters haven’t come anywhere near my neighborhood, but I think people were still worried about it. It’s a shame because they’re almost in high school, and they got screwed out of a traditional Halloween this year.

Oh well, I sincerely hope their haul contained some Three Musketeers bars. Just because.

By the way, Julia was in a mood yesterday, so the final Inktober post should be up tomorrow.

Happy Columbus Day!

Today many Americans will be celebrating Columbus Day, despite the leftist backlash to Christopher Columbus and his obvious racism. (Insert massive eye-roll here.)

Since most leftists are incapable – or uninterested – to judge a person’s actions in the time in which they lived (see also: the denigration of Thomas Jefferson) I decided I woild celebrate Christopher Columbus’ most noted achievement.

The little fleet left on August 3, 1492. The admiral’s navigational genius showed itself immediately, for they sailed southward to the Canary Islands, off the northwest African mainland, rather than sailing due west to the islands of the Azores. The westerlies prevailing in the Azores had defeated previous attempts to sail to the west, but in the Canaries the three ships could pick up the northeast trade winds; supposedly, they could trust to the westerlies for their return. After nearly a month in the Canaries the ships set out from San Sebastián de la Gomera on September 6.

On several occasions in September and early October, sailors spotted floating vegetation and various types of birds—all taken as signs that land was nearby. But by October 10 the crew had begun to lose patience, complaining that with their failure to make landfall, contrary winds and a shortage of provisions would keep them from returning home. Columbus allayed their fears, at least temporarily, and on October 12 land was sighted from the Pinta (though Columbus, on the Niña, later claimed the privilege for himself). The place of the first Caribbean landfall, called Guanahani, is hotly disputed, but San Salvador (Watlings) Island in the Bahamas is generally preferred to other Bahamian islands (Samana Cay, Rum Cay, or the Plana Cays) or to the Turks and Caicos Islands.

Now, obviously, you can have your own opinion of Columbus and his actions, but if you’re only against him because CNN told you so, you may want to read up on the man and his life. Of course, you could also decry Columbus, and still receive the benefits of his life and legacy; as the despicable Philadelphia City Council has done…

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Twenty-Three Years And Counting

Today in my twenty-third wedding anniversary, and like every year, we’re celebrating it while n vacation.

I first started dating Mrs. Earp in 1992 while she was still in college. (The photo above is from her 1994 Spring Formal at West Chester University.) Her brother and I were good friends in high school, and a friendship blossomed into a relationship.

Our wedding day didn’t start off swimmingly. Her uncle’s car had a flat tire before the ceremony, so we needed a backup car, and it was in the high 90’s that sweltering August day. But, we persevered, and made it through without too much drama.

Our first son was born in 2001, then the second in 2004, and finally Irish twins (a boy and girl) in 2008. I never really expected to get married, or have four children, but the journey has been one filled with fun and love.

Let Freedom Ring

The Declaration of Independence, arguably the greatest document ever created, was approved by Congress on this date two hundred and forty-four years ago. It was the penultimate document of freedom and liberty, created after oppressive British taxes and a lack of representation in Parliament.

It has been the dictionary definition of freedom for two centuries, and the Left will continue to tell you it is a garbage document created by racist, white men. They will claim these men were despicable slave owners – fourteen of the twenty-one Founders owned slaves – whose amazing contributions to America are null and void because of this fact.

The Left will tell you these men should be ostracized, their likenesses removed from the public square, and their memories be purged from history. Don’t let them do it.

While the Left is looking to remove statues of Theodore Roosevelt, Ulysses S. Grant, and Abraham Lincoln, remember there were more than two million white soldiers fighting for the Union Army. These men were fighting to keep the Union together, as well as the abolition of slavery, and the fought alongside free black men.

The soldiers of the Confederate Army were mostly fighting for their individual states and for the continuation of slavery, which ran the Southern economy. Its abolition would destroy them, economically, so they were fighting for their survival. Were there good and bad on both sides? Sure. Was every Confederate a disgusting racist? No. Should we ever forget the scourge of American slavery? Of course not, but that’s what the Left is trying to accomplish here.

Toppling statues and disparaging the Founders will not erase history, and ironically, if you erase enough history, people forget it ever happened.

Look, America has more than its share of problems, but it is still the greatest country on Earth, by far. Try not to let the handful of people from the “Hate America Crowd” convince you otherwise.

“We can have no ’50-50′ allegiance in this country. Either a man is an American and nothing else, or he is not an American at all.”Theodore Roosevelt

Happy Father’s Day!

Today is Father’s Day; in my opinion, the most useless “holiday” of all time – with the exception of Labor Day. I understand Mother’s Day, since they do the birthin’ and such, but we’re really just there for thirty seconds, and boom, impregnation. I usually tell the kids to ignore the holiday, but I know Julia and Kevin will make me some cards.

The good news is I’m off today, and I’m told I can have my choice of dinner – *cough* burgers *cough* – but I wanted to salute some real dads on their day.

It’s your day, guys. Lie on the couch, drink some beer, and kick the kids off the PlayStation. That’s my plan, anyway.

Happy Cinco De Mayo!

Today is Cinco de Mayo, which commemorates Mexico’s victory over the French at the Battle of Puebla in 1862. One wonders how amazing Mexico would be if it was run by the French.

Anyhoo, the reason I’m posting this – besides the obligatory Salma Hayek photo – is most of my coworkers are really pissed off they can’t go out and get hammered at a bar this evening. They’re younger and have a better tolerance for alcohol, unlike this old timer.

The Wuhan virus lockdown has driven everyone crazy, and after two months with the kids home all day, every day, the missus and I decided it would be nice to have some alcohol in the house. I headed to the store and got the missus some Seagram’s drinks and a twelve-pack of Sierra Nevada beer for me.

It’s been a while since I had a beer. I had one at Christmas, and before that… I honestly don’t know. Months, easily. So after jumping back on the wagon – or off it, who remembers? – I realized my tolerance is very low. One beer had me nearly completely drunk, and I sipped most of it. It’ll be a while before I can have more than one a day, but it at least takes the edge off the screaming kids.