It was good to see you today. Though, I have to admit, you weren’t very talkative. Of course, for the last nine years, the conversations we’ve had have been pretty one-sided.
I have to admit, Dad, it’s hard to imagine me longing for the conversations we used to have. You remember….the ones where you’d sit in the chair at the kitchen table, and I’d be across the room sitting on the middle stair.
I loved those talks, Dad. And, I miss them. There we were, two stubborn Irishmen discussing a topic we were passionate about — neither one wanting to give an inch. And neither one of us ever did. And, yet, somehow, you always came out on top. You would get me to come right around to your point — almost forcing me to say something that agreed with your position, not mine. And once I did that, you wouldn’t say anything. No. You would sit there, and I would sit there. And while I was waiting for you to say something, it kept boiling inside of me that you got me to your point!
Sometimes, I wish we talked more. I think of questions now that I wish I knew the answers to. Why did you give up education? How come you never said much about your brother? There are more, but I think you get the idea.
I thought of those when you were alive, Dad. Of course I did. But there was no reason to think you wouldn’t be with us forever. So, I figured I’d get the answers eventually. You certainly aren’t talking about them now.
A lot is going on, Dad, that’s for sure.
The kids are growing. Everyone is busy. Mom just had bypass and came through fairly well. Slow to recupe, but that’s OK, she’ll get there. She had a funny dream about you, too, while she was doped up after surgery.
But you know all this. At least I assume you do. And sometimes (no, make that a lot of times) I feel guilty when I don’t think of you as often as I think I should. Hoping all the while that not only are you thinking about me — but that you are watching down on my life.
And, honestly, Dad, hoping that you’re proud.
Ok, so when I said this interview thing was addicting, I wasn’t kidding.
Today’s questions come from Molly. It’s only fair, really, that she interview me. Afterall, I interviewed her (for real) twice. I knew she’d have some good questions.
How good? See for yourself.
1. When did you know Renee was the woman you were going to marry?
Well, I don’t know if this is the real answer or not. But, Renee and I knew each other for five years before we started dating. During that time, I had thought about asking her out, but never got up the nerve. Then, a friend of mine asked her out. They dated regularly — more than a year if I remember correctly. Once they started going out, I remember thinking, “Geez, why did I let that happen?” Thankfully for me, the relationship didn’t last.
2. What is the strangest dream you can remember?
Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I could remember a dream.
3. If you had to give up chocolate or beer for the rest of your life, which would it be?
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love a good beer. But, sorry, brewski, you don’t stand a chance against chocolate!
4. If you could be a character in any television show, who would you be and why?
Hmmm. Norm from Cheers? Josh from The West Wing? Phil the host from Amazing Race? Marshall in Alias? Jack from Three’s Company? How do I pick? MacGyver?
I think I might go with MacGyver. I mean, I can’t fix/build anything and he could build anything with three toothpicks, a spool of thread and a plastic cup.
Then again, so could the Professor from Gilligan’s Island…and he was stuck on a remote island with Ginger and Mary Anne.
Yeah, I’m picking the Professor!
5. Bon Jovi invites you on the stage to sing one song with him. Which song do you choose?
Well, first of all, how did I get front row seats? Am I like Courteney Cox being pulled on stage by the Boss? And, my goodness, how do you expect me to sing? Heck, I’m not even sure I could stand — let alone talk, let alone sing! I mean, he picked me?!
The song I would pick? Dead or Alive. Why? Well, I would never, ever, ever steal his thunder. I mean, especially if he asked me on stage. Wouldn’t it be rude for me to take the spotlight? Or to even sing a song as his, dare I say it, equal?
Dead or Alive is perfect…I’ll take the Sambora parts — small, but so important.
I mean, come on, you know what I’m talking about. When Jon sings “Wanted….” and Richie responds with “Wanted….”. Does it get any better than that? Um, no. That’s the part I want. Integral to the song — but not taking away from the man.
God, how pathetic am I?
Well, what can I say, she hit a soft spot. 🙂
Any more questions out there for me? Want any questions from me? Let me know.
Ok, so this little interview thing is addicting.
For some of the bloggers I work with, we can’t stop talking about this thing. It’s fun to come up with great questions, and it’s just as fun to answer them.
So, without further delay, here come five questions for me from my friend and colleague Carrie.
1. We both have experienced the loss of family all too early. They have missed out on many important things in our lives that we wish they could have been here for. I know that I have a question I would have liked to ask my Dad both before he died and especially now. So this is a two parter: If you could have asked your Dad one question before he died or after, what would it have been? And what about Tim?
Wow, nothing like coming out with guns blazing! This is an emotional question, but one I’ve actually thought about — particularly with my Dad, so we’ll start there. Toward the end, Dad was under hospice care. He was coming to grips with the situation quickly, and apparently had something on his mind that he wanted to do. I don’t remember how this came up, but apparently Dad was getting ready to write each of us a letter. This about floored me when I heard it. Still gives me the chills a bit now when I think about it. We weren’t then (and aren’t now) an affectionate family. That’s OK. It’s just who we are. But if my Dad was going to do that, it would be his way of expressing his feelings to us.
So, that said, the question is, “Dad, what were you going to write in my letter?”
For Tim, the timing of everything was just off. Completely unexpected. Complete shock. No other way to describe it. Once he was at the hospital, someone was there all the time, and, for much of the time, we were all there. I remember standing next to his bed, playing my iPod so he could ‘hear’ some of his favorite music. Why? Why not. We sat in the hallway. We sat in the waiting room. We sat by his bed. All the while, he was unconscious.
So, that said, the question is, “Tim, did you know we were there? Could you feel us?”
2. If Heaven exists, when you get to the Pearly Gates, what do you hope God says to you?
Well, first of all, I believe Heaven does exist. And, I hope to God that I am going there. In terms of what’s he going to say to me, hmmm. Probably something along the lines of, “Michael. Welcome home. You weren’t perfect, but nobody is. But given the cards you were dealt, you played a pretty good hand. Now, go over there, see your Dad, your brother and just relax.”
3. If you could have dinner with any three people dead or alive (but not including family), who would it be and why?
I love this question! I’ve actually blogged about it before. It was one of my first entries, and you can find it here. I actually like one of the tables I listed in that blog. Imagine dining with JFK, RFK and Marilyn Monroe. Think there’d be much conversation?
Then I wonder, OK, what about dinner with Letterman, Leno and Carson? Or, how about Bono, Stipe and Elton John? Or, maybe Tom Brady, Big Papi and Paul Pierce. Or what about
So many different options. So many different ways to go with it.
4. If you could trade places with one person for a day, who would it be and why?
Two part answer coming here. Fun and serious.
First, the fun. Jon Bon Jovi. In a heartbeat. Why? Well, OK, he’s my man crush. I’m not afraid of that. But, more importantly, i want to stand on stage in a stadium and have 75,000 people in the palm of my hand. I want to be a rockstar for 24 hours. And I can’t think of a better one to be than my man JBJ. Mmm!
Now, the serious. I would trade places with my son, Aidan. I want to know what he sees. How he sees it. Anything that can get me even closer to him. And to understand him as best as I can.
5. You’re the “Word Guy,” so here is a multi-part quick answer question:
a) What is your favorite
Without a doubt, it’s the f-bomb. And, lately, I’m dropping it a lot.
b) What is your favorite word?
Honestly, I don’t think I have one.
c) What is your least favorite word?
I’m going with diarrhea. Why? Because I can never spell it without looking it up. And, if you’re using the word, chances are you’ve probably got it (and that’s not good). Finally, it just doesn’t have a flow to it. I don’t know. Mostly because, well, I just don’t like it — in all areas.
d) What one word do you hope people use to describe you?
e) What one word would you use to describe yourself best?
There you have it. Thanks, Carrie, for some great questions.
Do you have the interview bug? If you do and you’d like me to interview you, just let me know. I’d be happy to do it.
We know bad things happen in threes, but I’m here to prove good things can happen in threes, too.
1. Put your iPod/iTunes on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button for your answer
3. You must write that song name down, no matter how silly it sounds.
4. Tag three people to complete this.
If someone says, “Is this OK?”, you say:
Only the Lonely, The Motels
What would best describe your personality?
What do you like in a girl/guy?
Take a Chance on Me, Abba
What is your life’s purpose?
Thank God I’m a Country Boy, John Denver
What is your motto?
You Rock My World, Michael Jackson
What do your friends think of you?
Better Be Good to Me, Tina Turner
What do you think about very often?
Under Pressure, Boyz II Men
What is 2+2?
Crush, Gavin DeGraw
What do you think of your best friend?
Angel, Sarah McLachlan
What do you think of the person you like?
Roll to Me, Del Amitri
What is your life story?
God Must Hate Me, Simple Plan
What do you want to be when you group up?
Sexy, Black Eyed Peas
What do you think when you see the person you like?
Big Time, Peter Gabriel
What do your parents think of you?
Dizzy, Goo Goo Dolls
What will they play at your funeral?
Losing My Religion, REM
What is your biggest secret?
One Wild Night, Bon Jovi
What do you think of your friends?
The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers, Disney
What’s the worst thing that could happen?
High School Never Ends, Bowling for Soup
How will you die?
I’ll Never Let You Go, Steelheart
What is one thing you regret?
Into the Great Wide Open, Tom Petty & Heartbreakers
What makes you laugh?
I Got That Boom Boom, Britney Spears
What makes you cry?
The Killer Inside, Better than Ezra
Does anyone like you?
All-American Girl, Train
If you could go back in time what would you change?
It’s Gonna Be Me, N’Sync
What hurts right now?
Patience, Guns ‘n Roses
Wow, some pretty interesting stuff when totally random.
I’m supposed to tag three people. Why limit it to three?! Anyone who wants to do this, feel free. Just let me know so I can check out your version of this, too!
So I was a single dad this weekend.
Renee took off for Florida for some R&R with her family (all of whom are down there).
Erin had a doctor’s appointment Friday morning in Hartford. So, we took two cars up, and Renee headed for the airport after the appointment while I headed back home with the kids.
After dropping them at daycare and getting a few hours in at the office, I officially started solo duty at about 3:30 Friday afternoon. Renee was coming home at 5 p.m. Sunday afternoon.
Surely we could go 49.5 hours without incident, right?
Wrong. (Although, for the record, we did go 44.5 hours!)
Despite some early morning wake-ups (4 a.m. Saturday and 4:30 a.m. Sunday) thanks to Erin, the weekend was pretty good. We ordered pizza, went to the doughnut shop, made a run to Toys R Us. It was all good.
And Sunday was shaping up to be a great day. Erin fell asleep eating lunch, so getting her down for nap was a piece of cake. Then, after we finished lunch, I told Aidan he had five minutes before we were going up to read stories before his nap.
And then it happened.
For whatever reason, at one point, he took off on a lap through our lower level. While he was on the hardwood portion, I heard a thump.
“You Ok, buddy?”
“Yes…..,” he trailed off, quivering.
Then I saw the blood. As much as he was trying to be strong, he finally realized how badly it hurt.
And, depsite the pain it was causing him, there was barely any bleeding. There didn’t need to be, the poor kid had a gaping hole on his chin.
There was no doubt in my mind we were headed for stitches.
Now, the dilemma. Ok, can’t wake up Erin.
No problem. Call sister-in-law Sue who is 15 minutes away. She was here in less than that time.
Hmmm. Check clock. Renee not on plane yet. Call her? Text her? Nope. Not going to subject her to a three hour flight full of questions and potential panic. It can wait until she’s back.
So, he’s not wanting to go to the hospital. Very apprehensive….but, I get him moving and away we go. I tell him what I think will happen. He’s nervous.
But, as soon as we got there, he was a trooper. Did everything asked of him by the docs and nurses and he spoke clearly throughout our time there.
The numbed his chin with a cream, so that was good, no shots.
Then the work started. The guy was very good. He was a physician’s assistant. Great bedside disposition and that helped keep Aidan comfortable — especially since the guy turned his position at the table so Aidan could still watch TV while thsi was going on.
Now it was warm and I still had my winter coat on. Then I felt it.
“Um, Aidan, you’re doing great. I’m so proud of you. I’m just going to be sitting down right here. Nothing to worry about.”
The PA looks at me and tells me to sit on the floor if I think I’m going to drop. Nice! Once I took my coat off I was (mostly) fine.
Of course the glass of water and ice pack they got for me might have helped a bit, too. Might have. I’m just sayin’.
So he wraps up the work, I feel my legs back under me and Aidan is ready to go — happy to know he’s leaving with a green lollipop (his favorite color) and two stickers.
He’s not, however, happy about the band-aid he’s got to wear over the stitches. He’s self conscious about stuff like this, and I know he’s already wondering what the kids at school are going to think (because he’s got them in for almost a week).
After leaving the hospital, we come home and everything has gone well with Erin upon waking up and not finding mom or dad here. Everything went well with Aunt Sue.
We then took an impromptu trip to Toys R Us to get the very brave and well-behaved patient something for his Thomas collection.
Just as we’re getting out of the car, the text comes in from Renee. She’s landed.
I respond, “Out. Will call you in 15 minutes when back in the car.”
She was glad to know Aidan did so well at the hospital and glad, too, that I hadn’t told her before she got on the plane.
The rest of the night found him in good spirits and well-behaved — just incredibly tired.
Sort of how I am right now. Tired.
And very proud of a strong 4 1/2 year old boy with his first set of stitches. The first, I’m sure, of more.
I’ve been tagged a bunch of times to do different things here at I Got Nothin’. However, I never seem to end up doing them (sorry, taggers).
In this case, I’m self tagged, so to speak.I saw this Interview concept at Sara’s place. I couldn’t resist requesting an interview – mostly because I know Sara would ask five great questions. And also because if any of you ask me to interview you, I get to come up with five great questions.Why? Because here are the rules:
1. If you want to participate, leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
And, here are the five questions Sara asked me (along, of course, with my answers). And, who knows, it wouldn’t surprise me if you like the questions better than the answers.
1. Why did you start a blog?
To bring out my inner 25 year old female. You see, Molly used to work for me. And she was a blogger. And we’d talk about it from time to time with me always thinking, ‘well, maybe I should try that’ without having the guts to throw my name in the ring. Then, one day, she said, ‘why don’t you start one?’ Was it that easy? Apparently it was.
Then, in the process, I gained a pretty heavy readership of 25-year-old females. And then I was reading their stuff, too. Hence, the first line of this answer. I used to say, I’m nothing but a 25-year-old female trapped in the body of a 39-year-old male!Regardless of age, gender or what not, the most surprising thing to me about this blogging thing is the establishment of real friendships with real people. It’s sort of incredible really.
2. What was your dream job when you were 11 and why did or didn’t you pursue it?Are you kidding? What 11-year-old doesn’t want to be the PR director of a maritime museum? Find me one! Um, well, OK…..truth be told, I didn’t pursue my dream job of starting at first base for the Red Sox primarily because I could never hit a curve ball at age 11 or even higher.
3. What is one lesson that you would want your kids to learn the easy way?
That death sucks. And it affects everyone. I don’t know how they can learn this the easy way. But I’ve learned it the hard way – twice. And it’s the last thing I want them to experience. And, especially since I don’t want them to lose their father because, well, that would be me.
4. In the movie of your life, what would the soundtrack be (it can be one album or a compilation of songs)
Augustana ~ Boston
Barenaked Ladies ~ What A Good Boy
Billy Joel ~ New York State of Mind
Blessed Union of Souls ~ She Likes Me for Me
Bon Jovi ~ Story of My Life
Bowling for Soup ~ 1985
The Divinyls ~ I Touch Myself (and you don’t?!)
Howard Jones ~ Life In One Day
James Taylor ~ You’ve Got a Friend
Pat Benatar ~ All Fired Up
Styx ~ The Best of Times
Youth Group ~ Forever Young
5. What do your readers know about you that your friends or family may not?
When I first read this, I thought it was the question to end all questions, but then I realized, wait, most of my family and friends actually reads here. (And then I realized that the time I put in to thinking about 3 and 4 made them the questions to end all questions.) Maybe I should answer a question with a question and ask them what they’ve learned about me here that they didn’t already know? Is that cheating? Did I just completely avoid this, or was my move cool and smart? I’m going with the latter.
So, can I interview you?
Ok, for this one to make sense, a little background.
Holly is a cat at the house where Aidan and Erin go for daycare. Actually, let me rephrase that.
Holly was a cat at the house where Aidan and Erin go for daycare. An unfortunate accident has put Holly to the big litter box in the sky.
Tonight at dinner (and this report comes from Renee, because I wasn’t home), Aidan was talking about his favorite flashlight that no longer worked because the batteries were dead.
In a joking fashion, Renee said the batteries were, “Dead as a door knob, dead as a nail.”
Without missing a beat, Aidan comes back with:
“Dead like Holly.”
That’s my boy.