Spring is finally in the air, and if there’s one thing that screams the change in seasons, it’s allergies. Only slightly behind that would be the proud tradition known as the Spring Break Vacation, when families head out in droves on fun, family trips — and there is perhaps nothing that demonstrates the radical disconnect between adults and children quite like a vacation. Continue reading
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but this is getting ridiculous.
I’m a grown man. A husband. A father, four times over. I have a college degree. I am a working professional.
And yet, the thought of speaking in front of people can almost put me in a rigid, catatonic state, which is unfortunate, because frankly, I’d rather be sucking my thumb in the fetal position. I’ll admit, I’m a naturally shy person who has to force himself, internally kicking and screaming, to be as conversational as say, a box turtle. This is an area in my life that I’ve invested quite a bit of work, pushing myself to do basic social things like:
2) Approach people
3) Say something
4) Respond when spoken to
5) Answer questions with more than a ‘yes’ or ‘no’
6) Try not to scream and run away
Honestly, I feel like I’ve grown quite a bit in this regard in the last decade. And that’s what made this experience so much more pathetic. Continue reading
Hello, and welcome to my blog! Why a blog, you ask? Over the last decade, I have been encouraged by many people to start a blog solely due to their enjoyment of our annual Family Christmas Letter. Sounds ridiculous, right? Well, it is. And now, after 10 years of prodding, poking, and badgering, it’s come to this. I’ll admit I’m a little concerned, in that, with the letter at least, my wife serves as Chief Executive Filter for my writing, making such key suggestions as, “Honey, you can’t call somebody a Narcissistic Douche in the Christmas Letter.” Moving on, with this being the first entry, I thought it prudent to tell you a little about myself.
My name is Chachi. Seriously. Well, okay, you got me. It’s not my real name, but it has been my nickname since the day I was born. And for the record, that was two years before Chachi Arcola ever appeared on Happy Days, thank you very much. I’m not exactly sure when it was that I became aware that my name wasn’t actually Chachi, but there was no escaping it after I started school, where I was exposed to the cruel and unusual punishment known as “Roll Call.” It may seem like nothing to the Michaels and the Johns of this world, but to me, it was torture. Continue reading