KD MACK’S JOURNAL: VACATION – DAY 1:
So far none of the other people in the neighbourhood have noticed I’m on vacation. I think I’ll keep it this way because it’s low profile and I’ve always wanted to use the term, “I’m keeping a low profile”.
Went running this morning. Tried to beat my 5km time record. I almost succeeded but I got a call from a company in Florida telling me a won a cruise and they’d just need my credit card number to cover the taxes. Seemed legit so I stopped and took the call.
After a bit, I had a late morning nap and dreamed I was the physical embodiment of Kim Kardashian’s over-inflated sense of self worth. I can’t describe what that looked like. Sort of a taco with an unripened banana running through the middle. Continue reading MacRae Summer Vacation (2016) -or- I Know What You Did Last Summer!
Just a big ol’ FYI. I think I fixed my old art gallery. You’ll find oodles of doodles and samples of my artwork. And before you ask, even though there is a commissioned artwork section in my gallery, I don’t do commissions anymore. So, even if you say, “please” I’ll still say “no.” But I’ll let you down easy. My art is just my way of decompressing after the daily grind.
You’ll see “KD Mack’s Art” in the above menu. Yeah, that’s the one!
I’ve done some questionable things in my life. OK, some of them were downright awful. But I’ve moved forward and accepted the fact that there will be a special place in Hell waiting for me. The wait ended May 1st, 2016.
It was a crisp and clear spring morning. My wife and I took the kids up to Wasaga Beach to the spend the weekend with my In-Laws for the weekend. I vividly recall my wife telling me she was going out for a bit. Of course I figured she was off to do some early garage saling until I saw something that sent a 50,000 volts of electricity down my spine. She had a dog carrier in her left hand. Not just any dog carrier. It was a small dog carrier! Continue reading Me vs. The Chihuahua -or- There Are Strange Things Afoot At The Taco Bell
Today marks my 47th year on this earth. On October1st, 1969 at 4:30 (Atlantic Time) I came into the world at 8 pounds, 14 ounces, 21 inches tall. Yes, 21 inches. My dreams of making the neonatal basketball team were dashed that day by 3 inches. Regardless, here I am, a lot taller, a lot heavier and with a helluva lot more life experience.
It was a low key celebration today, as most of my birthdays are. I guess you reach a certain age and birthdays lose a bit of luster. It just becomes jumbled in with the other 364 days of the year. If it weren’t for Mark Zuckerberg, most of you wouldn’t even know it was my birthday. Still, I thank you for all the well wishes on my Facebook page. But aren’t we a bit arrogant in celebrating our births anyway? I mean, it’s not like we did anything. That credit rightfully goes to our mothers. They’re the ones that did all the work. We just slid out and expected to be waited on. Continue reading Happy Birthday To Me -or- I’m Smarter Than An Infant
If I had a time machine in my twenties and I used it to travel into the future to see what my life would be like today, as a father to two little girls… I might have run for the hills when I eventually got around to the time I met my wife. No, but seriously folks, fatherhood is NOT what I thought it’d be and I’m finally OK to talk about it.
As I write this, my daughters are five and seven years old. My oldest is in grade 2 and my youngest is entertaining the bejesus out of everyone in senior kindergarten. And while there are benefits to having two kids who are just over two years apart, it doesn’t make it any easier when they both fall victim to Temperatus Tantripicum, or the temper tantrum as it’s known in English. OK, that first part’s not really Latin but if I kept quiet about it would you have believed me? And do we really need the word “temper” in front of “tantrum??” Do kids ever have a happy tantrum? I can’t imagine you hear too often someone say, “Rebecca, now three years constipated, threw a happy tantrum upon learning of the benefits of fibre on WebMD.com.” Continue reading Embrace The Chaos -or- My Kids Are Jerks And That’s OK!