THE POWELL FAMILY FLIES TO CALIFORNIA: My wife had a business meeting in San Francisco, and thus it made sense to fly separately and meet at La Quinta in Palm Desert. So Dad & kids flew without mom…
DAD GOES FURTHER WITH LESS: Flying to Cal with kids I received no small praise as a ‘brave’ travelin’ dad. My wife, however, calls bullsh*t. She wonders why guys get credit for what comes naturally to a woman. For example, if I’m at a supermarket with three kids I’ll get the frequent ‘Wow’ response from little old ladies. Even my wife’s family, her sister and female cousins (not so much my mother-in-law, but she’s a little wiser), marvel at my parenting skills. I realize that they are probably being polite, but my wife seems to wonder why she works harder than I, yet I get more ‘Great dads!’ than she gets ‘Super moms!’. When my wife takes all three girls shopping she rarely hears compliments for being a great mom. On the other hand, I’m doing exactly what most women have been doing for ages…and not as well, I might add.
BEERCATION: We arrived in La Quinta, near Palm Desert, and met my sister Sarah, her husband Stig, and their son Nikolai. They live in Saudi Arabia, and thus Stig (he’s Norwegian) welcomed a vacation in a country where alcohol is legal (When you get pulled over in Saudi you better blow a zero point zero or you’ll get a DUI). I have no allergies to beer, myself…thus the beer-counting began (actually, my wife’s not too bad…).
BEER RULES FOR A HAPPY MARRIAGE: Wives – Don’t count beers. These questions should not be asked: How many beers is that? Is that your third beer? Are you having another? Beer nagging compels husbands to disappear for extended periods…and consume more beer.
Husbands: Don’t drink too much beer.
TASTELESS JOKE? OR TASTY JOKE? What did one lesbian frog say to the other?
You know…we really do taste like chicken.
- SIXTY BUCKS A WATERSLIDE: My wife and I took our three daughters and nephew Nikolai to a waterpark for the sweetheart price of $120. None of the kids went down any of the bigger slides, even the gentle ones evoked terror and tears. So we shelled out $120 to hang out at a fancy swimming pool. We could have stayed at our rental’s pool where the beers were cheaper. Thus dad went down two slides, the Tidal Wave and the Pipeline (that big slide in the photo), just to get his money’s worth.
- PHOTO of the MONTH: Cat Ba Island, Vietnam