Antique Daddy, Faith

The Little Boy Who Sleeps In the Crib

Guest Post by Antique Daddy As I was going through my files from my old computer, I came across an email from which the following was excerpted.  It was written by Antique Daddy when Sean was about a year old back in 2004.  His words serve as a much needed reminder that both time and life are fleeting, delicate, miraculous and inexplicably intertwined. And that these things belong not to me, but to the one who created them. * * * Late every night, long after Sean has gone to sleep, I make my way through the darkness and quiet of the…

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Cobbler

I read recently that the top five things couples argue over is money, sex, work, children and housework, in that order. It’s not true. Sometimes we change up the order and argue about housework first. At the house of Antique, our arguments tend to center around cobbler. The other day at a local BBQ joint there was this stupid conversation: AD: This is good apple cobbler. AM: It is good, but it’s not apple, it’s peach. AD: No it’s not, it’s apple. AM: Peach. AD: No, apple. AD: I think I would know if I were…

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Antique Daddy, Reruns and Leftovers

Pre-Marital Couseling – Now Available At Home Depot!

I’ve got company today, so I am running this so-called perfect post from last December.  Only two more days of shamesless (shameful?) self-promotion and begging for votes. If you haven’t voted yet, you can do so here.  And you can do so again in 24 hours! * * * * * If there is one thing that defines my relationship with Antique Daddy it is this: gutter covers. Before we were even married, we embarked upon a home improvement project together and in the process, we discovered everything we needed to know about surviving and sustaining a…

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Antique Daddy: Will Work For Crackers

Prayer is part of our family tradition.  We say prayers with Sean before bedtime and we offer prayers of thanksgiving before every meal whether we are at home or out at a restaurant. When Sean and I pray together, one of the things we always thank God for is daddy who works hard so that we never have to worry about having enough to eat and so that we can have so many nice things, like a roof over our heads. The reason for this is twofold. One, aside from the fact that as a Christian…

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Antique Crazy, Antique Daddy, Parenting Gone Awry

Playing With Fire

  So, lets say you are a fireman. Let’s also say that at around 6:45 am, you are roused out of your slumber by the smell of smoke. So you spring out of bed and you start putting out fires. Even before your first cup of coffee. At first, the fires are small and you can keep up. You kind of just step on them and smother them with your flip flop. But then, there are more and more little fires and you are river dancing on fires all over the place. And in between the little fires,…

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Antique Daddy, Use Your Words

What I Said

What I said:  Done with the milk? What I meant:  Would you pleeeez not leave the milk out? What I wanted to say:  Stop leaving the damn milk out. What I said:  I need to go to the store (sigh). What I meant:  I have to defrost or chop something for dinner and I don’t feel like it. What I wanted to say:  I’m not really hungry. Y’all are on your own for dinner. What I said:  Are these papers important? What I meant:  These papers have been on my kitchen counter for a week and you…

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Four Score and Seven Pounds Ago

When Antique Daddy and I married, we hired a free-lance wedding photographer. Her deal was that she would take all the pictures for a fee and then turn over the negatives. In the intoxicating afterglow of the wedding, I spent a fortune having pictures printed which I subsequently stuck in a box and haven’t looked at since. Wedding fever. It’s responsible for pens made of large white feathers and keeping the ribbon and tulle industry afloat. In the intervening eight years, digital technology has come of age. And so when I ran across the box of…

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Antique Daddy, Faith

The Partnership of Marriage

Last night, a long-time friend dropped by the house for a visit. His wife had recently decided to end their marriage of 20-some years. He was hanging in there, but as we chatted with him, heartache just seemed to fill the room clear up to the ceiling. Photo Temporarily Unavailable And so today, I find myself thinking about the partnership of marriage. I think of my own parents who have been married for 52 years — all of their adult lives. I’m sure there have been times on their journey when either could have come up…

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The Date

Saturday night, Antique Daddy and I went on a date for the first time in a long, long while. Since Sean was born three years ago, we have been woefully negligent in making the time and taking the time to be together as a couple. We even got a nice hotel room and made dinner reservations and made a night of it. We looked forward all week to a night out without a diaper bag and having dinner where we didn’t have to request the check at the same time we ordered our food and drinks.…

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Antique Daddy, Mildly Amusing, Sometimes Tart

The Credit Card

Sometime before Christmas, as I was getting into my car, I noticed something stuck between the seat and the console. So I bravely stuck my hand into that deep dark black hole where loose change, French fries and Goldfish go to die. And lo and behold it was a credit card! It was Antique Daddy’s credit card. At least once a week, Antique Daddy loses his money/credit cards/keys and I freak out and turn the house upside down looking for them. And while I’m busy freaking out and digging through the trash, he’s busy helping me…

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