I need Doc Hudson too

emotionsIt is strange how some movies can make you think and seriously review your own situation.  These hidden and less than subtle messages hit you straight in the ticker.  They really make you ponder about life itself.

It happens rarely, probably because I mainly watch movies with less important or real-life connections. But when it happens, it occurs when you least expect it and during the less obvious movie titles.

For me it happened when watching the iTunes release of ‘Cars 3‘.  So, only a few days ago really, but might as well have walked into a glass-door as it hit me completely off-guard.

Spoiler alert for those of you who have not seen the movie, or might not even be familiar with the stories of ‘Cars‘.  Yes, it is a Pixar animated movie, with many laughs and overloaded with feel-good moments.  No spontaneous singing like most Disney movies, but a good family movie.

Nevertheless, Lightning McQueen has lost his driving mojo and seeks out the track where his great coach started his career.  There he meets Smokey, who tries to help Lightning, who really isn’t sure what he needs help with.  He’s looking for the reason he loved racing and how he gets his mojo back.

Suddenly I realised, when watching Smokey talk about how much Doc Hudson loved to train and mentor the younger Lightning McQueen.  It was as if he was talking about me and my life.

I need that father figure and mentor, to put a hand on my shoulder to tell me I’m doing a great job, or gently guide me into making a change.  These little conversations that helps me shape into becoming an even better father, husband, brother and friend.

Since my father passed away, I have had a void in my life.  Not that we were super close or hanging out daily, but just with him being there for me.  He listened, talked and guided me.  It may not have helped me getting a better career or make more money, but I became a better person.  It also motivated me to enjoy things in life.

It may sound like as if I do not enjoy life, but that is not the case.  I love my family and friends, but I need to get acknowledgement and support.  I need a mentor that will help me grow and take on the next obstacle head on, or perhaps even help guide another person through their life challenges.

Professionally, I think I have lost my way a bit, and simply needs that fatherly guidance to help me make the right decisions, and help get my confidence back. It’ll come back I know, but takes a little longer than I had hoped.

Life decisions are hard some times, and having a mentor and father figure really helps in those situations.  Job sucks at times, but it is how you deal with those situations that makes you a better and wiser person.  Look at Gandalf, he really had a tough time and yet looked positively at things 🙂

I often look to the sky, obviously imagining that God’s Kingdom is up there, smiling at my dad.  I silently whisper for his help and guidance, and often get some signs.  But, I would do anything for a hug from my dad.  I miss my Doc Hudson!

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Out of the Office

oooIt has been crazy the last many months.  A lot has happened at home and at work, and other activities I’ve been involved with.  Nothing bad or negative, but just really hectic.  As such, I’ve labelled this post as ‘Out of Office’.

I’ll keep this post somewhat short, to create a little teaser for what’s coming, and also allows me to spend more time writing new fulfilled stories.  You can look forward to;

  • The Daddy Mummy; spending an night at a camp-out with cub scouts, witnessing 32-35F, and how important blankets suddenly become.
  • Daddy Level 2; home repairs (tumble dryer, light bulbs, furniture upholstery, garden tool repair man and garden fireplace
  • Fire Starter; how an office worker can create fire with simple tools (and thanks to Google), while impressing cub scouts and hardcore outdoors guys
  • Working in an office and making people count
  • Being a working from home husband to support my wife’s adventures

So, plenty in store for you guys.  My sincere apology for neglecting this site and my readers for so long.  Please forgive me 🙂

I’m not Hulk

The week had not gone as well as we would have hoped.  66% of the kids were down with severe cold & flu symptoms, and partial strep.  It had been 4 days of missed school and I wondered if this would have an overall impact on their scholarship applications missing a week of elementary school.  You never nowadays.

When I was standing in the shower that morning, I do not anticipate how manic my morning would become.

I left 66% of my kids in the care of my lovely wife, and 33% by the road waiting for the school bus.  Once she had jumped on the bus, I shot off in my “new” Dodge Charger.

I was early for once.  Only a few minutes, but it still gives a good start to any day.

tireOn my route to work, there’s a section where a few highways cross, and a diabolic like lane change happens.  There’s nothing around on this isolated piece of road.  For about a mile it is just barren wasteland – no-mans land – an area you would see as a battle ground in Mad Max as they fight for water.

On that particular strip of road, I suddenly started to feel sluggish steering capability and low air pressure on left front tire.  Deep inside, I knew I should’ve changed my tires some weeks ago.  It’s just one of those things you should’ve done, and didn’t do, and now shit comes back to haunt you!

Luckily I had all the necessary tools in the boot of the car – or trunk as the Yanks are calling it.  Either way, I was prepared for a DYI roadside assist.  Little did I know that was missing a key ingredient – wd40.  You cannot leave your home without it!

Within minutes of diagnosing the flat tire, I had whipped out the necessary tools needed to do the job effectively.  3 simple items that can make it so much easier.

  • A jack
  • A lug wrench
  • A spare tire

The only obstacle that you are never prepared for is how tight the wheel bolts.  Fear not.  I attacked those suckers with an attitude and a ferocity that would scare any WWE wrestlers.  I was gonna come out victorious.

As I attached the lug wrench to the first bolt, it was clear this was going to take a little more effort than earlier anticipated.  All five bolts were as welted to the wheel, and didn’t give a crap that I was pulling it.  If they had a voice, I’m sure I would have heard them laugh and mock me.

I pulled.  I stood on the wrench.  I kicked the tire.  I poured warm coffee.  I cursed. I kicked the wrench.  I kicked the tire.  I kicked the car. I kicked the ground. I scratched the wheel with my nails. I screamed at it. I used a large rock as hammer on the wrench.

I prepared for one final attempt.  I focused my anger at the bloody wrench.  Grabbed it with both hands, and mentally transformed into the Hulk.  All my powers were being directed to my hands.

hulkAs I pulled the immovable bolt, I let out my manly war-cry, which sounds like the Dementor from Harry Potter, and flexed all my muscles in my entire body who had been on holiday for the last decade.

Sweat was being forced out from various places on my body and forehead.  The war-cry quickly turned into a cry of agony.  I felt and heard something pop on my left side, from muscles I hadn’t used for a long time, and it was like being stabbed by Excalibur. Not that I have much stabbing victim experience, and not planning on it either, but this was painful.

Cars (drivers) flying by on the highway must’ve had a wonderful experience, seeing a guy dressed in a nice suit, jumping on a wrench attached to his car, and being totally animated.

I was in pain.  Tire was not coming off.  I had to call for reinforcement.

... to be continued.

The Rock

Once upon a time, while enjoying my childhood summer, I got trapped on a rock for what felt hours or even days.  It was actually rather traumatic experience, and I’ve been afraid of rocks ever since 🙂

Setting the scene

cottageMany years ago, during the amazing 70s, my parents bought a small summer house cottage on a small idyllic island called Strynø. It was like taken from one of HC Andersen’s fairy tales. Small cottages with thatched roofs, cobblestone roads, wonderful fields and small village.  The village centre had a super market, school, municipal building, and supermarket-icecream parlour-post office (all in one building).  You could only get there by ferry and it only sailed a few times a day.  If you ran out of groceries, you had to live of berries 🙂

We normally went during late spring and most of the summer.  The family Renault 16 (yellow of course) was packed to the brim with supplies and clothes.  In Denmark, you can’t be too sure you get hot weather during the summer, so had to be prepared for anything possible.

While visiting the summer house, we kids spent 98% of the day outside.  Danish parenting is somewhat different, as we (kids) are left to fend for ourselves and learn as we go.  Meals are served during the day, and my parents would open the door, tell us not to come back until dinner time.  We had time to explore, climb, play ball, eat berries and just be kids … without too much adult supervision.  IT WAS AWESOME 🙂

Anyway, during one of these wonderful hot summer days, us kids went on a stroll and ended up by a huge field at the end of a dusty dirt road.  There was a big fence with a gate around the field, but that only means kids are allowed, or it meant something was so big and scary that it had to be locked away.

… but who cares about a gate when we can crawl over it and run in the field.  And so I did!

I was the first one not over, but through the fence, and ran laughing across the field with the sun baking down on me.  I turned around to shout for my sister and friends, only to discover that they were still by the fence/gate.  They had a strange look of fear and I could vaguely hear them shout “RUUUUUUUUUUNNNNN” (in Danish of course) and pointing at something.

My eyes followed their frantic pointing and suddenly I saw this beast with horns come galloping towards me.  I let out a loud yelp, turned and legged it towards a giant rock in the middle of the field.  The beast was gaining on me and I could hear it’s heavy breathing and hoofs hitting the ground hard.

ramboramI jumped the last few yards onto the rock – to safety – and turned around to stare right into the angry eyes of a ram.  He was not a happy camper.

Perhaps he thought I was trying to hook up with his lady sheep or just didn’t like intruders.

I shouted to my sister for help, only to be greeted by hysterical laughter and them pointing at me sitting on a rock, pinned down by an angry beast protecting his turf.

After what felt like hours, probably only a few minutes, my sister finally went for help. Another “hour” went by and I heard the wonderful voice of my dad.

My hero, my saviour had arrived.  My dad can beat and scare off any monstrous ram, or other vile creature of the devil.  Or so I thought.  He was muttering some elaborate escape plan with another dad who had come to help, but I wasn’t seeing any progress in getting me off the bloody rock.

Without water for several “hours” my body was getting weaker and I was not sure I would survive this.  In a panic moment, I attempted to crawl down from the rock, only to be greeted by the ram.  He had absolutely no intentions of letting me survive this.

Suddenly I saw the other dad at the other end of the field, shouting for the ram.  It worked and it started to run towards him.  A few seconds later, my dad was next to.  As he reached for me, the ram suddenly turned and starred a us.  No time to waste, my dad yanked me off the rock and started to run with me on his back.

gimliMy dad was not built for running, a bit like Gimli with short legs, but he was going so fast that his legs were a blur to me.  I could see the ram running after us, and gaining valuable ground.

As we finally reached the gate, my dad threw me over it and jumped up to climb over.  The ram hit the gate and then started to eat the grass my sister was feeding the sheep.  So much for a vicious smoke breathing beast!

So, I learned my lesson.  Never jump a gate to a fenced off field.  If you do, be sure to wear runners and large bunch of grass.

Absent

wooshWoosh!

July just flew by in a flash, and I didn’t really get a chance to submit and publish any new posts.  Well, I shared a funny video of Fallon and Cruise singing duet, but that doesn’t really count.

The month kicked off really well with 4th of July celebrations – quiet BBQ in the backyard with the family, but had to go on business trip to Amsterdam for a week.  It’s great travelling with work, but I prefer to spend traveling time with my family.

Amsterdam is pretty cool to visit, but still think the ‘red light district’ is a strange concept.  More about that in another post.

The rest of July was dedicated to my family visiting from Denmark.  That was the best 3 weeks in a long long time, and fantastic to spend some quality time with my sister again.  They’ll be back to visit I’m sure.

Short post event shorter, I’m back writing posts and apologizes for the short lapse in releasing new materials.