Everyone has been there at some point in their life. It becomes an obsession that you can’t seem to get a handle on. You do it over and over knowing the payoff is never going to be anywhere near what you’ve put into it. At times you feel as if you have some sort of out of control addiction and you ask yourself “Why do I keep putting myself through this?” with every cent you spend. I’m talking about redemption games at your local arcade. Whether you’re at the local mall, a family fun center or some big time amusement park the outcome is always the same. Continue reading
This weekend was the official celebration of my daughters 7th birthday. I had discussed with her a few weeks back what she wanted to do. It was explained to her that this year we were on a budget (broke) and we wouldn’t be doing a big party. Well lucky for us she had zero issues not having a big party and decided she only needed two things to have a good birthday. The first was dinner at Olive Garden which was not an absolute if it hinders her chance at getting the second thing… Miniature Golf or Mini Golf as her and her brother so passionately refer to it. Well in the last week she had already made two trips to olive garden before she even made it to my house, one with her nana and the other with her auntie. I swear this kid must be some kind of con artist. Continue reading
So today while rummaging through boxes that me and my significant other have stuffed so generously into our son’s closet I came across something that took me back to days of my youth. Now what I was initially looking for were old theatre calendar’s for a piece I’m working on, but what I came across was a few old wrestling magazines along with my official idiots guide to professional wrestling! The book actually came from the tail end of my interest in the sport. My obsession with pro wrestling started sometime in the early 80’s. I couldn’t tell you exactly when, but I can say as long as I’ve had memory’s professional wrestling has been part of them. Continue reading
If any of you reading this have ever been to the flea market or a garage sale you understand the importance of being a master haggler! It’s the thrill of getting to buy something they wanted three bucks for at the low low price of seventy five cents. Purchasing those pair of slightly never ever worn pumas for only ten bucks or getting the entire tales from the crypt collection unwrapped on DVD for forty dollars. I once purchased a original framed UFC Shamrock vs. Severn poster along with a framed collection that included a news paper article, two tickets and fighter credentials from a local San Jose fighter all for only $10! Continue reading
So just moments ago I was reminded of the time my son was taken by his boo boo (A/K/A/ grandma) to his girlfriend’s house to see her. But when he went upstairs and peered from her bedroom window a wild site was bestowed upon him….. He witnessed a BEAR fighting a GORILLA. Well in the middle of this awesome battle he looked over only to realize a giant LOBSTER was approaching! Oh the horror! Well as luck has it the bear and the gorilla teamed up to defeat the lobster and save him and his girlfriend!
Oh how great it is to be four years old. There’s nothing that’s impossible and the sky’s the limit, or at least whatever your young mind can imagine. Sometimes I miss being a kid and the things that came along with it. Try telling that story at work and be dead serious, I’m pretty sure it won’t go over to well. When your four it’s cute, when your forty….. Well it’s just plain ol’ crazy.
By Jason Burum
So a few weeks back me and my son took a little journey to the local corner store to pick up the usual suspects to accommodate our gourmet lunch (grilled cheese sandwiches). The owner of the store just happens to be Muslim so throughout the day he has to pray. Well that day we showed up he was inside screen door locked doing his thing. If any of you know any Muslims you know that during prayer nothing is a distraction. Nope not even that guy banging on your screen doing yelling as loud as possible because his need for a blunt wrap is more important than your beliefs! During our wait outside we were accompanied by one of the neighborhood dealers a young Asian guy that lives a few houses away. As we stand and wait in that summer heat he turns to me and says “Is it hard?”
I was confused, I had no clue what he was asking at first. So I asked “Is what hard?”
“Being a father” I asked him if he was expecting and he was. He said his girlfriend was about eight weeks along and that at first he was excited but now he’s kind of scared. He said how selling weed isn’t profitable enough to take care of his family and how he didn’t want for his kid to grow up out here on the streets. That right there told me he genuinely waned something better for his child than the life he’s led up to this point.
But the question at hand was “Is being a father hard?”
I told him “It is what you make it” The honest truth is being a father isn’t as hard as it is challenging. It’s about having patience as much as it is about having love and compassion for your children. To me it’s not about buying love, it’s about developing it. Kids are sponges and they’re going to absorb the things you teach them. I’ve seen kid’s potty trained at sixteen months and I’ve seen kid’s five years old in diapers. It’s about the time you put in and the things you teach them, involvement is the number one thing in a child’s development. Personally all I want for my kids are for them to grow up to be good people. I don’t expect them to graduate from Harvard or become a baseball star or even the president. My expectations are nothing more than for them to grow up to genuine whole hearted good people. There are people out there that feel having a child is nothing more than a huge inconvenience to they’re way of life and never do more than the bare minimum to keep that child alive and nothing more. But to people like the guy I talked with at the store it’s a blessing. It’s a new start to a new life, being able to change the negative into positive and do things you wouldn’t have followed through with before.
Our children are the future of our existence. Just because you have a million dollars and I only have eighty cents doesn’t make you better than me, it just makes you different. If my son our daughter grow up to teach that lesson to their kid’s my job as a father will have been fully realized! The challenge of being a parent is amazing, just when I want to scream one of my kid’s does something to make me smile.
By Jason Burum