Happy Blog Birthday To Me!

Things have been nuts lately…going here, going there, doing this, doing that.  Life has been far from boring…let me tell ya!

I’ve been so consumed by daily life that I forgot to celebrate DadThing.com’s one year birthday on September 1st!  I’m such a bad webmaster/blogger. :D

In celebrating the one year birthday here at DadThing.com I wanted to take a stroll down memory lane and share some of the highlights of year number 1…

Most Visited Posts:

Most Commented On Posts:

Wackiest Search Terms:

  • Swinger BlogSwinging is one of our favrite past times  :D
  • My Spit Stinks – Sounds like a personal issue here buddy!  Maybe try brushing your teeth every now and then!
  • Naked Daddy Blog – If you are coming here looking for naked Dads you would be extremely dissappointed.  While I am frequently naked (at least once a day for a shower)  you will never have to worry about seeing me bare all.  ;D  You are welcome.
  • Sex Or Not – Definitely Sex!
  • Girls With Testicles – Ummm.  Nuff said.
  • Lick Her Belly Pregnant – If you can lick her belly and get her pregnant than you are more of a man than I!
  • Can Spirits See Us Shower – What?  Do you think there is a magical spirit blinding cloak around your shower?  If you belive that spirits can see you out of the shower, they can probably see you in the shower…so that excuse that your just washing real good will not work with them.  :D
  • I Peed On My Cell Phone – How the hell did you do that?  And why the hell are you searching the internet for that?  In case you are looking for a solution to your problem…I have your answer…You are holding the phone up to your wrong head!
  • Smoke Twizzlers – Twizzlers are like crack, but c’mon you can’t smoke them, snort them, or inject them.  They are awesome good, but c’mon now!  Get a hold of yourself!
  • Tampons Trying To Conceive – I have never seen tampons trying to reproduce!  Have you?  If you get some breeding tampons send them my way.  Maybe then I will not have to run to the store at midnight to buy a new box.
  • What Not To Do To Kill Your Un Born Child – If you have to ask…you probably shouldn’t do it…moron!
  • Why Does The Rectum Stink – Hmmm….  Let’s use a little logic here.  If poop stinks.  And poop comes from your rectum.  Then your rectum stinks! Duuh!

Top 10 Referring Parenting Blogs/Sites:

The following sites have sent mad traffic to DadThing.com and I am forever grateful!  Read them all…they are all great! (They have to be…they link here.  :D )

  1. BusyDadBlog
  2. FrugalDad
  3. Joeprah
  4. DorkyDad
  5. BuildingCamelot
  6. SarcasticMom
  7. ManAndHisBaby
  8. D Is For Dad
  9. 21stCenturydad
  10. JustDaddys.Net

Again I just wanted to thank the readers here at DadThing.com!  Without you this would not possible!  Your comments have made me smile, made me laugh, and carried me through some tough times.

I plan to bring you more awesome Ace adventures in the year to come!  I hope you all stick around to read about them!

EDIT: By the way XBox…in regards to your last comment…she gave me the password back.  :D


I Wasn’t Invited

Remember the good ole’ days?  The ones where you lived for today.  Your biggest worry was figuring out who was having a party this weekend, and who was going to buy you some alcohol because you were underage!  Remember those days?

If you remember those days you probably remember (or maybe you don’t due to your condition) a few nights where you prayed to the Porcelain God.  Remember that?  Remember putting your face where you usually put your rear end?  Remember giving it everything you had, and then some, and asking the Porcelain God to please make it stop and promising yourself that you would never do it again?

Remember how good the cold bathroom floor felt on your face as you lie there with your pants unbuttoned and probably down around you knees dreading you next worship session?

Well, I forgot about those days until I saw this picture that Momma took of Ace.  Looks like I was not invited to the party…  :D

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Ace Passed Out On The Bathroom Floor

Ace Passed Out On The Bathroom Floor

Ace Passed Out On The Bathroom Floor

Ace Passed Out On The Bathroom Floor


R.I.P. Buddy

We had to do the hardest thing we have ever had to do this morning… Buddy is now running and playing in the plush green grass in doggy heaven.

R.I.P. Buddy

Buddy has been sick for a long time.  He has had epilepsy for many years and needed to take some pretty powerful drugs to keep from seizing.  For the past five years or so he has had trouble with his back…so bad that sometimes he had trouble walking.

He would get better, but not all the way better.  The next time his back acted up it was worse.  Again he would get better, but not better than he was before.  It was a roller coaster ride….downhill.

Despite all of his ailments and injuries he was a happy and playful dog.  Buddy got to do and see more things in his nine years than many people get to see in their lifetime.

I remember when we first got him.  He was the runt of the litter, but was the only survivor.  He had no hair on one of his paws or his tail, but had the best attitude of any puppy I have ever seen…always playful, happy, and loving.

One memory that sticks out clearly in my mind is when Buddy was little and Momma was wearing a pair of bib-overhauls.  Buddy would ride in the front pocket with his two little tiny paws hanging out over the edge.  I’ll never forget that..!

How about the time that he went running through the grass.  The grass was taller than he was and you couldn’t even see him.  He would run…and trip…and run…and trip.  Too cute!

The first time we left Buddy home alone overnight he let us know what he thought about it.  He was still very little and somehow managed to jump up on the couch, drag down a cushion (which was about 10 times his size), pull the cushion to the front door, and poop on top of it.  When we got home the first thing we saw when we walked in the door was Buddy’s welcome home gift.  :D

Another time, when we were moving out of our apartment in Colorado,  Buddy ran out the door and charged full steam at a guy walking a Pit Bull and Doberman.  Right into the middle of them Buddy went.  All I remember is the Pit grabbing him on one end and the Doberman grabbing him on the other.  It was like a fight you would see on Bugs Bunny…a cloud of dust and arms and legs protruding every now and then from the cloud.

The Pit grabbed Buddy and threw him probably 20 feet through the air.  Any other dog would have ran away, but not Buddy.  He ran full steam again and leaped onto the doberman’s back. Again the fight ensued and I had to get in the middle of all three dogs and pull Buddy out.  Somehow Buddy came out of the situation with only a few cuts and scratches.  He was one tough dog!

Buddy loved the Rocky mountains!  He loved to go hiking and camping with us.  Once we were driving down a dirt road through the mountains at about 25 MPH.  Buddy was in the back seat sticking his head out the window letting his ears flop in the wind.  Momma turned around and Buddy was no longer in the car.  I looked in my rear view mirror and he was sitting in the middle of the road all alone…probably thinking that he would now be left to fend for himself in the wilderness.

I stopped, put the car in reverse, opened my door and backed right up to Buddy.  He never moved.  His ears were hanging low and his tail was between his legs.  I’ll never forget the look on his face.  He thought he was a goner for sure.

Buddy never liked bridges or being close to the edge of any kind of drop off.  Any time we went for a walk and had to go over a foot bridge he would low crawl, with his belly about 1/4 inch off the ground, at about 100 MPH across the little bridge.  Being scared of heights didn’t stop him though.  He low crawled across the Royal Gorge Bridge (the highest suspension bridge in the US), and went to the top of Pikes Peak numerous times with us.

I know I’ve said this before, but Buddy was one tough dog!  He never gave up…and he never would have.  I feel bad for giving up on him.  I know he would have continued to fight, but he was fighting a losing battle.

It was the toughest decision we have ever had to make…to take the life of a loved one.  But, I think we made the right decision.  Buddy was not happy.  He was not the playful dog running through the plush green grass anymore.  He was not the dog that would charge two dogs that could kill him with one bite.  He wasn’t the dog who yearned to go for a hike in the woods either.  He was still our little Buddy though…

I’ll definitely miss all of the good times we had, but I’ll also miss driving through the housing complex for hours looking for a run a way dog.   I’ll miss him peeing and pooping on the carpet just after we paid to have it cleaned.  I’ll miss waking up in the middle of the night to hold down a seizing dog to keep him from hurting himself.  I’ll miss him barking like a lunatic every time someone knocked on the door.  I’ll miss stepping in his poop every time I mow the yard.  I’ll miss all of that stuff, no matter how many times I bitched and cussed about it.

All in all Buddy had a great life for a dog.  He was THE PERFECT DOG…at least in our hearts.

Buddy, I hope you are in a better place where you can run and play like you used to.  I hope you are surrounded by kids on bicycles to chase down the street.  I hope you have an unlimited supply of Pupperoni treats.  And most of all I hope you realize that we did what we did…for you.

We miss you and love you Buddy!  And always will!

Buddy Enjoying Christmas
Buddy Enjoying Christmas!

Buddy Rolling Around On Our Bed
Rolling Around On Our Bed

Playful Buddy
Playful Buddy

Jared and Buddy Lounging On The Couch
Jared and Buddy Taking A Nap

Buddy Camping In New Mexico
Camping In New Mexico

Buddy Always Liked To Sleep Under The Covers
Buddy Loved To Sleep Under The Covers

Buddy Loved To Lay By The Fireplace
He Loved Laying By The Fireplace…Nice and Hot!

We Miss You Buddy!
We Miss You Too Buddy!

We Miss You Buddy!
He Could’t Do Steps, But He Would Always Wait At The Top Until We Came Back Up

Always With His Tongue Hanging Out!
Buddy Smiling!


Grandpa’s Glory – Part II

Back in October, I wrote a post about Ace’s Grandpa, my Dad.  Ace and his Grandpa didn’t get a long too good at first.  Grandpa would say “Hi!” and Ace would scream like a banshee!

It was tough on Grandpa, but things have been getting better…

Ace, Momma, and I spent all weekend at Grandpa’s just hanging out and swimming in the pool!  We had a blast and got some nice tan lines as a result. :D

As you probably know, Ace loves to ride on the mower, and when Grandpa started his up Ace wasn’t going to quit until he was taken for a ride.  It wasn’t hard for Ace to convince his Grandpa for a quick ride on the mower, but a quick ride turned into 20-30 minutes of lapping the yard.  :D

Grandpa and Ace Riding On The Mower

And after a long day in the sun, nothing is better than a nap in the recliner…

Grandpa and Ace Napping In The Recliner

It makes me think back to when my Grandpa took me for rides on his mower.  Something I will never forget!  I’m going to have to dig up some pictures of me riding on my Grandpa’s mower and napping in his recliner…and post them here of course.  :D

Sometimes it’s scary how much Ace and I are alike… :D


Early Memories

We all have what I call our “early memories”. The ones from our early childhood that we will never forget.  What are some of mine?

  • Climbing a fence because a snake chased me up there.  I yelled for my Mom until she came out of the house and chopped the snake up with a shovel!  She saved my life!  She was my hero!
  • My parents owned a junk-yard when I was very little.  I remember watching my Dad working on cars all day every day.  I wanted to do my part, so I would go around to some of the cars and take off the valve stem caps (ya know the little black caps where you put air in your tires).  Then I would have to put them all back on different cars. (A 2-3 yr old’s form of customization) :D
  • Sitting on my Dad’s lap while he operated the crane at the junk yard.  I faintly remember watching the wrecking ball come crashing down and crushing the cars.  I have always liked demolition… :D
  • Riding in a race car.  My Dad used to build and drive race cars.  I remember riding around the track during warm up laps with his friend. (Of course he didn’t fly around the track at full speed, but to a 2 or 3 year old it was an unforgettable experience!)
  • Riding in my Dad’s “Stinky Truck”.  My Dad was a big hunter/trapper.  And along with the hunting and trapping came all sorts of stinky things.  Dead animals, blood, guts, urine, feces, and bait.  His “stinky truck”  was rank!  I will never forget the smell of that thing.
  • Seeing my brother fall into the 8 ft end of the pool underneath the solar cover.  Neither of us could swim yet, so I was scared to jump in after him.  I could just see him sitting there at the bottom of the pool not knowing what to do.  My grandma came running up and she couldn’t swim either.  We both just sat there helplessly as my brother slowly floated back to the top and my grandma could pull him out.  Luckily he was OK…just a little cold. :D

Thinking about things like this make me wonder what Ace’s “early memories” will be?  Will having me catch him inches from the floor be one?   How about the scary car wash?  Maybe his first birthday party?

Who knows if he will remember any of that stuff, but I know I will!  I’ll just keep on doing my best to provide him with fun experiences that hopefully someday will be included in his list of “early memories”. :D

What were your “early memories”?