Dance Like No One Is Watching?

I've heard that phrase soooo many times...and seen way too few people do it.  I am guilty of it myself.  Apparently these guys below don't really care.  Which brings me to this short and simple post.  

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I'm curious...when I blog about something, anything, should I blog as though nobody is reading or everyone is reading?  Is a blog meant to let others know what is going on in this melon atop my shoulders, or is it a means for me to figure out what is in there to begin with?  There is a lot of stuff running around in my head.  I'm surprised it doesn't make me tired.  A lot of those marathon thoughts are truly interesting...some are just brittpratt (bullcrap).  I know those thoughts, I spend time with them 24/7...sometimes I wish I could escape.  =)  But I'd have to say that if really given the chance, some pretty cool thoughts could be put down for the ages.

The older I get though, the less I find people really care about the thoughts of others.  There are many valid reasons:

• Finding the time to listen or read
• Respecting the one whose thoughts are presented
• Understanding their journey
• Insecurity...feeling that the intelligence gap is too great
• Just plain not caring
• Or perhaps, like Siddartha, one desires to find and learn ones own lessons.

The last one is the most admirable, but the least applicable to 99.9999% of the people I am acquainted with.  Which brings me to the subject of my post.  It seems to be the way I can continually be known...to and by myself.  I have many that love me...but few that care to know me...save my Astri and myself.  I think that is enough of a reason to write now and then.  Enough of a reason to dance (or blog) like no one is watching (reading)...but I'll be looking in a mirror so I know how crazy I look.

Smiling Faces

Most fathers hope...trust...desire...even plead to a higher power, that his children will somehow reflect the better part of his life.  We all want to pass on that part of us that could not be obtained from any other source in life.  Our children are without a doubt a melange of hundreds, if not thousands, of individuals that have played a part in their life.  We've heard it said that "...it takes a village to raise a child."  But I have heard just as often the phrase, "hey, the village called...they want their idiot back."  Years ago I had three of the hoodlums in the same place, at the same time, and attempted to get a picture of them together.  Let's say it took more than three attempts.

Let me not forget the "Photo-bombing" oldest.  (Not that my pose is all that GQ either).

Now, throw the wonderful addition of grandchildren into the mix.  The next generation where we truly see the self-definition of heritage.

We have a total of five g'kids, however two of them are much younger and have not yet been trained in the ways of our family.  However, from the photo below it is apparent that one g'daughter is getting tutoring from her aunt.

The continuum of life, character, integrity...goofy-ness???  Yes, my grandkids are as goofy as those that I personally sired.  I could post a long list of the character traits I'd desire my kids and g'kids to claim to have gotten from me...determination, work ethic, a rationale mind, a quest for simplicity!  But what do they claim from me???  My sense of humor and goofy-ness!!!  Every time something is said, do you know what I hear?   "We get it from you Dad!"  =)  I think it is a cope-out and I am the scape-goat.

One case in point, on their behalf is a photo of when Lizzie and I got married.  Two of the kiddos were present and we decided to do a "silly" photo pose.

However...this was thought of after the photographer took the one below.

Perhaps they should blame me...but for some reason I cannot find ANY other photos of me making a face.  So until they come up with some...don't you believe them for a second!