Happy Family Day!

Family Day ! - it gives Homee a warm fuzzy all over, but alas there are those who would do their best to ensure this warm fuzzy is cold and matted.

Yesterday I was shocked to hear the news - you must have heard it. History buffs and professors are in panic wondering where it is that they went wrong. It appears that Math ( adding, subtracting and such ) was not invented by the Aztecs, or Babylonians, or Egyptians - but it was invented by the MONKEY! That's right everyone needs to turn on Planet of the Apes and be scared. All these images of Egyptians in loin cloths moving tons of rock and counting on small beads attached to string are WRONG. In fact they need be replaced by monkeys in trees counting bananas. Why oh why was this released just days before Family Day? Is their a plot to belittle the Family unit, perhaps the Walton's were actually based on a butch of apes in trees. (really I believe the Walton's do not exist - although Santa does)

Now I must admit to the shock and awe of our parents and grand parents, the definition of Family and or family unit has taken another course over the years. What with divorce, unwed parents, second, third and forth marriages, non traditional marriages, marriage to dolls, and lets not forget the highly publicised adoptions. You know the one where hugely famous performers and actors followed by camera crews jet off to obscure places in the world to whisk children from their homes and save them by bringing them to civilization so that they to can be happy. I could go on but I am sure Homee has got the point across.

Although skewed from historic definitions I guess Family is what ever you, they or I consider it to be. A family unit would include those whom you love and know you can count on or that they can count on you. (OK when I say count I mean in the traditional way, not a group of monkeys adding or subtracting). It appears the blood line is not even necessary to be family, in fact blood line is often a down fall as its well known that we sometimes do things to our "family" that we would never consider doing to a friend. But they are family right - they will forgive, you can count on that! (still no monkeys)

Family is what you consider it to be, generally its those people who you would do anything for, or never question why when called upon. If there is someone who you would cut your tongue and suck on a lemon for I would think this is one whom you consider FAMILY.

So Happy Family Day where ever you are.

Homee Dad

PS. If I have offended anyone who resembles, thinks they resemble, acts like, or climbs like a monkey - especially if they are able to count..............................................................to bad, get your own planet this is ours!

Homee Dad to the rescue

It's like Batman would feel when he saw the light in the sky, the adrenaline - the need to drop all and jump into action no matter the cost. Yes Homee Dad was viewing blogs and MSN when he saw it. Like a dagger into his side, one of Homee Dads offspring had turned on the Homee Light, the northern lights nothing in comparison.


"HELP - I'm going to a Ball" HD immediately ran to the closet to find it, you know the cape, tights, and of course mask to hide ones identity. But alas after wearing same in public it appears Side Kick Sue has taken the liberty to hide my alter ego. I tried with my x-ray vision but it appears it only works when one is fitted in a suit of spandex, dragging a cape and identity concealed.


After recovering from the shock of realizing HD will have to jump into action naked as they may say - I am ready to come to the aid of our third born " The Stepher".


First thing Stepher - don't panic! It has been my experience that panic usually results in negative and sometimes embarrassing moments. Its like opening that bucket of PB and realising there are only scrapings in the bottom. You hear someone coming down the hall - thinking they also may want that last morsel you plunge your face into the bucket scraping the bottom with your tongue. (be careful of the little nib in the centre as it can cut). It seems they were just looking for a glass of water, you remove your face in an attempt to look civilized but are left with that unmistakable PB ring around the face because you felt the need to panic!


Second child of ours: A Ball is only a Ball because they did not call it a Sock. HD has had the opportunity to attend such events, in fact the last one was when I felt the desire to wear the tights, it was amazing the attention I received. Only wish I could find where SKS has placed them.......... REBOOT - back to the topic at hand, if Matthew had come home and stated we are going to a SOCK, would you have felt the desire to locate pieces of material you currently do not own for the purpose of wrapping ones self in and perspiring into while you enjoy the sock? I think not!


I noted the negative attention you directed Matthews way in your correspondence addressing his minor glitch in that he failed to use the word "BALL". This one word seems to be the cause of your uncontrollable panic and need to part with good old Canadian currency for the purpose of participating in this even. And fear not oh seed of my loin the expression " what the F&%$" in your correspondence did not go unnoticed. Perhaps you may wish in future to replace the expression of panic with the word SOCK or SHOE or TIGHTS or ..... you get the point. But my child do not panic as your offspring are still unable to take in your correspondence.

Well as is often the case - saving the world is somewhat draining on the mind. Homee Dad is feeling the need to meditate in himself for the purpose of recharging. It is never clear when my powers may be required again. Must find the tights!

Have Fun at at the SOCK!

Stay Safe - Don't panic

Homee Dad