RaisingDad

Your wife posted on Facebook how you've been helping her with her Christmas baking.      Cakes, cookies, pies... everything the family likes to eat during the holidays.      They make nice gifts, too.      She called it a family tradition.      When I told our father about it, he said, "Your brother's wife likes to keep him busy so he'll be too tired to pester her for sex."       RaisingDad RaisingMyFather.BlogSpot.com JimDuchene.BlogSpot.com. American Chimpanzee @JimDuchene   

I remember when  you were a kid and Uncle Joe came over and asked our father if he could take you to a college football game.    “I have an old Navy buddy who’s in the athletic department of another college and he’s coming into town to scout some of the players.”    Pop didn’t see anything wrong with it, so he said sure.    As you both were getting into Uncle Joe’s car, our father asked him, “What’s your friend’s name?”    “Jerry Sandusky,” Uncle Joe said, speeding off.       RaisingDad RaisingMyFather.BlogSpot.com JimDuchene.BlogSpot.com @JimDuchene   

as featured in Desert Exposure Magazine      “Only love can break your heart.” -- Neil Young    I had bad news for my father      His younger brother, whom I wrote about back in 2015, had lost his battle with cancer.      I went into my father’s bedroom. He was awake, just looking at the ceiling.      “Aren’t you going to get out of bed?” I asked.      “Can’t,” he said. “I’m dead.”      “What makes you think you’re dead?”      “Because I woke up and nothing hurts.”      That reminded me of how I first heard my uncle was sick. I was sitting by my father in the den, me on my laptop and him watching TV.      “What're you doing?” he wanted to know.      "Research,” I told him. “On Google." ...

as featured in Desert Exposure Magazine   My elderly father, who lives with my wife and I, has his own set of keys to our house, so he comes and goes on his walks as he pleases. I used to try to look out for him, but no matter what I suggested, he’d do the opposite.      "Pop," I'd tell him, "It's hot. Why don't you wait until it cools off?"      "It's not hot," my father would say on his way out. On his way back in, he'd say, "Man, was it hot. I should have waited until it cooled off."      "Pop, it’s cold."      "Pop, it's raining."      "Pop, it's getting dark."      I retired from a job I really enjoyed to become a weatherman for my father.      On this particular day, my father gets home feeling good. So good, in fact, that he decides to go on an afternoon walk. The problem is, he can't...

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as featured in Desert  Exposure  Magazine desertexposure.com    As I was writing this month’s column, my father shuffled up behind me and peeked over my shoulder.      “What are you writing?” he wanted to know.      “Just a story, pop,” I told him.      Every month I sit down to write this column, and every month he asks me what I’m writing. I don’t know if he’s forgetful or just doesn’t pay attention to my answer. Probably a combination of both.      When my readers ask if he gets angry concerning these stories, I tell them no. For him to get angry, he’d first have to READ these biographical musings. If there’s a choice between reading RaisingDad or watching the very expensive premium baseball channel my wife and I pay for, well, let’s just say I wouldn’t make it to the literary World Series.      “Woo- wee! ” he said, looking...

sing to the tune of Neil Sedaka's  Breaking Up Is Hard To Do Can’t doo-doo Ow owie ouch ow ow Grumble grumble ow owie ouch ow ow Grumble grumble ow owie ouch ow ow Getting old is hard to do    It takes so long for me to pee I start at two and I end at three Forget to zip when I'm through 'Cause getting old is hard to do    Transgendered men, it hurts to think How'd it feel chopping off my dink Either way, my sex life's through 'Cause getting old is hard to do    They say that getting old is hard to do Feet hurt bad My hair's thinning, too Limp dick that will only bend If I weren't so old I could be filling my wife's hole again    I beg of you, just let me die When I bend my knees I start to cry My insides all turning to goo ' Cause getting old is hard to do    They say that getting old is hard to do Eyesight's gone My hearing is, too Will this constipation end?...