Welcome to family life. You know, that thing all of us have in one form or another but that few of us ever talk about. This blog will be about all the victories and defeats that come from being the normal all American dysfunctional family. Honestly, I didn’t even realize we fit that description until friends kept tell us that the movie The Royal Tenenbaums was about our family. Anyway, I hope to fill this blog with stories more than preaching. Think of me like a masculine Erma Bombeck with only a sliver or the wit that wonderful woman had.
What kind of stories am I going to tell here? Well how about the time a thought I’d blinded our oldest daughter? (Honest it has a happy ending.) How about the Christmas when we’d not to kindly told my sister not to get us a puppy because we didn’t want to be tied down that much. It was around New Years that we came to realize we were pregnant with aforementioned daughter #1.
Maybe I’ll manage to share a little wisdom in amongst it all. After all, all four kids are well on their way to adulthood, Gale and I are still on speaking terms most days, and I haven’t feared homelessness being around the next corner in quite some time. All that has got to count for something beyond dumb luck, doesn’t it?
Speaking of homelessness and such things, we live in such turbulent times, don’t we? I figure I’ll be commenting on some of the goings on and how they relate to family life. I am so grateful I didn’t have to grow up right now. The prospect of dating these days would be enough to have me considering a monastic existence.
So welcome aboard. Tomorrow the crazy train takes off for parts unknown. Never mind the clearly laid out track set before us.
~ Glenn
