|  Born and raised in a Texas border town, NukeDad now resides in North Carolina. This proved problematic when he once yelled “Ole!” at a Demon Deacons game after a touchdown. The sombrero didn’t go over too well either; but the tequila shots were a hit. NukeDad’s family consists of NukeMom, Nukeboy1 (11), Nukeboy2 (8) and Nukegirl (4). No, none of them glow.
A veteran of the Restaurant Wars, NukeDad did two tours of duty with a National Chain. Doesn’t matter which one, they’re all the same. Let’s just say it was TGI Red Chilibee’s Garden. Wounded in action (Chapped Lips, induced by refusal to Kiss Ass) he took early retirement to become a full time Stay at Home Dad. He soon learned that the Restaurant Wars were easier, and, at 70 hours a week, less time consuming. Someone once told NukeDad that he was a decent writer. He has been trying to prove them wrong ever since. He writes a blog called Nuclear Family Warhead with the assistance of phonics and spell check. Lots and lots of spell check. Acclamations and derisions can be sent to nukedad (at) earthlink (dot) net.
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Monday, 18 August 2008 |
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  I caught a lady giving me the "Stink-Eye" the other day at the store. She saw that Nukeboy1 was wearing his AC/DC Highway to Hell t-shirt. That must have been her hot button. I glanced away for a minute and then thought better of it. I looked over at her, met her gaze and said; "What a great album, huh?" You'd think I'd just punched her in the gut. She took her cart and moved down two more registers. Good riddance.
What is it with people today thinking that all kids are idiots (except their own) and that most of the parents are as well (except for them)? If you can get past the Jerry Springer and Reality TV aspect for a minute, you'll realize that things today aren't really that different from when you grew up. People love a train wreck. That lady in the store probably doesn't own any Rock albums, and that's fine; but don't chastise me or my child because we do. Does she think that we have an altar in our house for worshiping the God of Heavy Metal? Even if we did, is it affecting her? |
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Wednesday, 06 August 2008 |
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 Recent news that the Iranians had photoshopped extra missiles into a picture to make it appear that they were more bad ass than they actually are got me thinking. What if you could Photoshop emotion into your pictures? Remember your Prom night picture? There you are looking all handsome in your rented tux; too bad they forget to hem your pants.
The look on your face tells the viewer that you are less than pleased, which causes them to investigate. Why would this young man look so upset on such a festive day? Well, look at his pants! No wonder he's scowling. Didn't he try them on before he left the tux shop? No? Oh. Well, serves him right then.
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Friday, 18 July 2008 |
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 The kids love a trip to the Dollar Store. You know, those bastions of consumer nirvana that have you thanking your lucky stars that you popped in today. Who knew that they would be featuring Phil Simms' latest book? For a dollar?! Give me two and I'll scratch a name off of my Christmas gift list. Surely one of my gift receivers would love to read about Jim Nantz's hair plugs.
Our last trip to the Dollar Store was going to be a quick grab and dash. We needed birthday cards and wrapping paper for two upcoming birthdays. The Hallmark people are great, but I'm not paying $4.00 for a card that will be read once (maybe) and then thrown away. Call me cheap, but at least it's not a torn out piece of spiral notebook paper with your name written in pencil. It's got an envelope and everything. Be thankful.
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