It’s the job of every man to be the head of the household. That may seem and sound chauvinistic, and perhaps it is. I’m a man, how would I know the difference. Still, a head cannot operate without the body and limbs, the vital organs, the blood, the spinal column… In my family, I place myself as the head. My wife often reminds me that the head is not all inclusive and she reserves the right to hold the status of the Brain, and as she is most often inside my head I have granted her that. As for the rest of my family, they all have parts. From my kids who give my heart a reason to pump and blood to flow…as I chase their skinny little asses all over the yard for some trouble or other, to my little brother to whom belongs my toe. It has a broken and black nail and is bent at a funny angle.
Of course, every family has its crises, turmoil, skeletons and woes. Fear not, there are some redeeming qualities to families. I once found an old pair of pliers buried under some dirt just beneath a bush in our backyard. It was rough and didn’t open and close. I let it soak in gasoline for a day and then washed and dried it. I took some sandpaper and finer grinding tool implements and got most of the crud off. I then lightly oiled it and got it to work. It wasn’t too pretty, but functional. That’s how families are, you’ve got a lot of built up crud and if you clean it off a little, it still can work for you. On a side note, the pliers I found were Craftsman so I took it to Sears who allowed me to use their lifetime warranty and get a brand new one. Life lesson, if you don’t like your own family, just adopt another one. J