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An Inverse Relationship

This pretty much sums up how I feel about my ongoing pursuit of excellence in the dynamic field of child rearing.

With my apologies to the brilliant site, Indexed.

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The Elizabethtown Fair


The Elizabethtown Fair, originally uploaded by ranzino.

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Where For Art Thou Barber Pole?

Recently, I took the boys on our not-so-frequent trip to the hair removal store.¬† I like to refer to this particular¬† establishment as a hair removal store because I cannot bring myself to admit I bring my sons to a “hair dresser” or a “salon” to get their hair cut.¬† I was raised by my father to get my follicles removed exclusively by:

A. A man.

B. A man, who had one point served in the armed forces (or at the very least had a debilitating hunting injury) and cut your hair accordingly.

C. A man, who had at one point served in the armed forces, and had the good sense to offer a fine selection of automobile, sports and recreational firearms (or if I was luck enough, Boys Life) magazines for your perusal while you waited for the barber chair to become available.

A small part of me is ashamed that I don’t take my sons to one of these types of places and probably ranks high on the list of the ways my father is disappointed in me wedged right in between “Looks like a 7-year-old girl when using a hammer,” and “Presence seems to actually repel sport fish when near streams, lakes and oceans.”

Photo0070Nonetheless, because of the strip-mall convenience of our world, I found myself at the hair removal store once again. While I was staving off an overly curious 4-year-old (‘Why does that lady smell so bad?”) and an instinctively destructive 2-year-old (Who even knew they put hair gel in glass bottles?) while every octogenarian in the county got their bi-annual dye, set, shellac, and sealer, I noticed this sign:

Clip-In Hair Extensions
$12 per extension
Sorry, hair is non-returnable

I immediately realized how bad our economy really is. If you have to warn people that they’re not going to be able to barter with you concerning their slightly used $12 fake hair purchase, you know we’ve fallen on hard times.

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This Year Can I Text In My Ballot?

Remember young Americans, your vote counts… even if having the ability to spell possessive pronouns no longer does.

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Swoop

Swoop
Swoop, originally uploaded by ranzino.

 

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The Not Quite Red Bicycle


The Not Quite Red Bicycle, originally uploaded by ranzino.

 

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Stone Harbor Jetty


Stone Harbor Jetty, originally uploaded by ranzino.

 

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Who Needs a Restroom Attendent Anyway?


F U D G E, originally uploaded by ranzino.

One day, if I’m blessed, a long time from now, when my time has come and friends, family and admirers have come together to memorialize my life, it is my fondest wish that some of the greatest achievements of my life will be relayed to the gathered crowd.

Beyond stories about raising a happy family, achieving a successful and rewarding professional career and a legacy of service to the communities in which I resided, it is my sincere desire that people will also speak of the utmost of my proudest achievements.

In my hope of hopes I wish someone, In hushed tones, will regale the gathered throng with the tale of the time I successfully changed my 2-year-old son’s filled-to-the-brim diaper while constrained in a 2 foot by 2 foot stall in the “courtesy station” on the Wildwood Boardwalk.

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Top 5 Middle-Aged White Guys You See at the Beach


Undulate, originally uploaded by ranzino.

5. Way Too Tan Guy – You have to wonder if this guy is holding down a full-time job to register the amount of face-time with the sun needed to achieve a tan that would make George Hamilton remark, “That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

4. Way Too Many Kids Guy – He and his wife both look like they won this vacation on a game-show and felt obligated to take it. The last smidgen of joy in their lives was completely drained right around the arrival of offspring numero 4. Avoid putting your beach blanket next to this guy as he’ll desperately try to make eye contact and subsequently strike up a conversation so he can share his misery with someone else. Also, after the third one, he just gave up trying to raise them right, so his kids are annoying.

3. Cell Phone Guy – This guy wants you to know that he’s really too busy to be out here with you and the rest of these losers and has no problem communicating that to his business associates at unnecessary volume levels. The good news is even though you had to hear all about why his contractor is doing a crappy job on his new 800 square feet deck, you’ll have the satisfaction of knowing his new Razr V3 will be totally inoperable in about two days due to sand infestation.

2. Innapropriate Bathing Suit Guy – The last time I checked this isn’t Europe, and we here in the colonies cling to our puritanical roots pretty fiercely, Paris Hilton notwithstanding. So please, fellas, if you have enough flab around your midsection that you can no longer see the waistband of your trunks even if you bend over to inspect it yourself, it’s time to pack the speedos away for good.

1. Way Too Active Dad – Listen, I think it’s great that you have enough energy to jump waves with your kids transition into playing a half hour long game of paddle ball followed by a vigorous round of beach football, but some of us would like to sit under our umbrella and do some crosswords. Stop setting the bar so damn high for the rest of us.

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Top 5 Parent Fears at the Seashore


Discovery, originally uploaded by ranzino.

5. The inability to buy SPF “Lead Waterproof Vest.”
4. Standing too close to a lifeguard thereby enabling the wife to make a side by side comparison.
3. The murky depths of a grandparent’s wallet.
2. Unlimited access to readily available fudge.
1. The mystery salt water-tainted contents of the swimmy diaper.

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