Here in Utah we don't have that many Hip-Hop stations, not like most of the other huge citys. But we now have two different stations that plays Todays Hip-hop such are Schoolboy Q, Yelawolf, Skizzy Mars. The other station plays Classic Hip-Hop like 2pac, Warren G, Biggie, Busta Rhyms ect. Even though I am a white dude, I love Hip-Hop. I find it to be something that I can connect with not that I grew up in the projects or anything, but I don't really like much of the "MUSIC" that is coming out these days that is considered music. As I am typing this I am listening to Lil Snupe an amazing rapper that was killed way before his time, but thats what happens I guess when you are in the rap game. Sad.
When I was growing up my mother and father had very different style of music they liked. My mother loved Folk music like James Taylor, Joni Mitchell. My father liked The Beatles. He actually had Beatles trading cards. So its kinda strange that I love Hip-Hop so much. Don't get me wrong I love James Taylor and The Beatles but I am just really feeling how hip-hop is gritty and real. I am not a fan of the word "Bitch" when they talk about women, but, I'm not going to be casting stones in anyones direction.
The Wife and I bring a huge selection of music to our children. We sing to them every night from artists ranging from Bob Marley to Elvis. We listen to everything with our kids including Hip-Hop, Rock, Reggae and even some Dubstep. I'm not one to think that music makes a bad kid. My son loves Eminem and I let him listen to to but we as parents have told him that the subjects and words that he says is definitely not acceptable to be saying. I'm not going to stifle his creativity because of some stereotype that some genes of music will make you do things like shoot up a school or do drugs. Thats just absurd.
So since my schools PTA president knows that I take photos I get asked to take photos at school activities This week its Art night, so guess what I get to do this week. It makes me laugh that I don't look like the normal father, I have long hair and a beard. I have been called a "Hipster Jesus" more than once. It always makes smile when I am asked to take photos for these types of events because I feel like the parents of the kids think I am so kinda creeper that is just taking photos of kids. I need a PTA pass or some kinda credentials letting the parents know that I am doing this for that school not because I am some kinda pervert.
Todays is May the 4th and for all you of who have been living under a rock its a play on the Star Wars "May the force be with you." saying in the movie. We are huge fans of Star Wars here in our house. Except my daughter who says she doesn't like it but wears Star Wars t-shits that her brother has outgrown. She just wants to be different which i am grateful for that she doesn't want to just follow what everyone else is doing.
I know this blog is really everywhere and I think that is how its going to be since I don't really want to follow a strict guide line of what this is. So I'm going to just type whats on my mind and its not going to be on just one subject (most of the time).
Thank you all who have read this and if you know me, let me know you are reading it.
"Things come easily and frequently." is a phrase I have stated to tell myself when I get overwhelmed. I hope its not my "serenity now.' I might have started this blog off a little strong with what I shared but i feel like why beat around the bush when you start something you need to write. If people want to read it they will.
So. Let me tell you about my self. I'm Nicholas. I am 33 years old. Married to my high school love and I have two kids and one on the way. I am in Salt Lake City, Uah. I live about 5 minutes from where i did most of my growing up. I am sure I will explore that more and I will come up with names for my kids. My wife name is just that. My Wife. Only catch is you have to say it in a horrible Borat impression. Its rather entertaining. You should do it. I'll wait.
So, this week I broke my phone. It fell out of my coat pocket as I was leaning down to avoid a rouge shoelace. I have a old iPhone 4s I used to use so I don't have to be without before I have time to get it fixed. I go home and couldn't find it. I asked my daughter if she knew where it went and she had a very suspicious face that she knew but was using it as a toy and didnt want to give it up. I didn't push her because I would look for it and find it.
I find it under the tv in the entertainment center. So as plug it in, obviously has been dead for about a month I watched the bars in anticipation hoping that I can remember my passcode to get into my phone. I am guessing my daughter had that same thought. If you don't have a iPhone, if you don't put your password in right the first three tries you have to wait a minuet to use it. As the iPhone powered on I was filled with hope that I was that much closer to having a phone. I picked up the phone and lo and behold I have too wait 5,094 minuets until I can do anything with my phone. 5,094 minuets. That's a little over 3 days. I actually started to laugh because the look on my daughters face now comes in to my mind. 5,094 minuets.
I will write again soon, I don't really know how this blogging thing works but I am sure I will have stories or thoughts soon bought, well, good enough ones that is.
I applaud any of you who said "MY WIFE" in a terrible Borat impression.
I remember as a Boy Scout we were as a troop going to go mountain hiking and we could invite our fathers if they wanted to go. I was stoked. Really glad that I could spend some time with my dad. We started the hike and fell behind not because my father was fat or anything, but because he didn't really want to be there. He kept looking at his watch in the car before we got to the trail head. I knew that he wasn't invested in me, not because of his lack of time able to see him but because he didn't want me in his life. Even as a thirty-three year old man, I cannot reach him to be apart of my life. We ended up walking about thirty minuets before we couldn't see the troop anymore, turned around and went back to the 93' Silver Subaru. I don't think I have ever felt as pitiful that next week when I had scouts and everyone talked about how awesome of a time they had with there dads.
I'm not writing you think to have you feel bad for me. As a father I think we learn from others experiences. This blog will be filled with things I have learned about with my kids, stuff from my past that has made me think differently about being a father. I don't want my blog to be all sunny fur fur "Oh life is magical!" because thats just not true. My kids bug the hell outa me sometimes but damnit I love them so much its insane. I don't know how you found this blog but if you like it drop me a line or whatever.