Like father like son
I saw a glimsp of my future last night. I was watching the last and final game four of the World Series (which I do not mind it was the White Sox, but that is a whole seperate post), I was drinking a budlight and constructing my halloween costume, which I believes ranks up there as number 9 of the greatest engineering achievment of man, right behind the Great Wall of China. I believe it was somewhere between 1am and 2am where I stopped working on my costume, took a sip of beer and realized I'm slowly becoming my Dad.
It wasn't so much that I was drinking beer or watching sports, it was the fact that I was so obsessed on finishing this masterpiece. My dad is a handyman. He likes to work with his hands. I once brought my bent up and broken glass frames to him. He took it, straightened it, used an industrial staple and some pliers and even after two years, I'm still wearing those glasses. In fact, I have them on.
I may have become a more extreme version of him, well maybe. What the hell was I doing up at 2am working on a Halloween Costume?! Have I really been out of school that long that my only sense of validation is this?! I have a feeling if there is not an intervention, I'll be one of those Dad's who will take part in soap box races with his kid. But the way things will go, is little three year-old Jimmy will become traumatized by the flames coming out of his exaughst and screeching tires of his soap-box version of a Mercdes Mavoc. Perhaps little Jimmy will be walking around during one Halloween in a fire breathing robot that can make great vodka martinis while doing the macarena.
For a period of about 5 years my dad was very obsessive at building a home theatre. He got a fifty inch TV, then he got the speakers, the reciever, the four head VCR and the DVD players. He made customized speaker holders, just so they could be in the right place. I think it was when he wanted to knock down a wall to make the visual experiance better, my mom stepped in and said, "you knock down that wall, you can sleep on the couch," Then he stopped.
One time I had to demostrate how a pulley worked for my sixth grade science class. He built me a whole model of a side of a house, a barn window, a pulley, little people and a mini-couch to demonstrate how the pulley can be used to move furniture. It was fantasctic, but how does a six grade kid who walks to school, carry a house 1/2 mile?! Very very slowly.
So you see, I'm a product of my upbringing.
It wasn't so much that I was drinking beer or watching sports, it was the fact that I was so obsessed on finishing this masterpiece. My dad is a handyman. He likes to work with his hands. I once brought my bent up and broken glass frames to him. He took it, straightened it, used an industrial staple and some pliers and even after two years, I'm still wearing those glasses. In fact, I have them on.
I may have become a more extreme version of him, well maybe. What the hell was I doing up at 2am working on a Halloween Costume?! Have I really been out of school that long that my only sense of validation is this?! I have a feeling if there is not an intervention, I'll be one of those Dad's who will take part in soap box races with his kid. But the way things will go, is little three year-old Jimmy will become traumatized by the flames coming out of his exaughst and screeching tires of his soap-box version of a Mercdes Mavoc. Perhaps little Jimmy will be walking around during one Halloween in a fire breathing robot that can make great vodka martinis while doing the macarena.
For a period of about 5 years my dad was very obsessive at building a home theatre. He got a fifty inch TV, then he got the speakers, the reciever, the four head VCR and the DVD players. He made customized speaker holders, just so they could be in the right place. I think it was when he wanted to knock down a wall to make the visual experiance better, my mom stepped in and said, "you knock down that wall, you can sleep on the couch," Then he stopped.
One time I had to demostrate how a pulley worked for my sixth grade science class. He built me a whole model of a side of a house, a barn window, a pulley, little people and a mini-couch to demonstrate how the pulley can be used to move furniture. It was fantasctic, but how does a six grade kid who walks to school, carry a house 1/2 mile?! Very very slowly.
So you see, I'm a product of my upbringing.
posted by Class Officers at
10:06 AM
2 Comments:
And sometimes genetics do some pretty strange things, like the way my sister's son is the spitting image of our big brother. And I wonder which one of the children will have character traits like me or other siblings.
awesome
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