The need to blog

I think everyone reading this post should have a blog. I have my reasons for blogging. Some posts are very personal and other posts are for fun. I really want to leave a written record for my children. My dad handed me a personal memoir of his life a few years ago. It was a very detailed account of his jobs, his struggles, his personal demons, and what he had to sacrifice to raise all of my brothers and sisters. Just think how much more he could have written if he had a computer to blog on.

My reasons for blogging are simple. I want them to know what kind of father they have. I want them to know what kind of family I came from and that I am not perfect. I am sure that most parents would admit that they are not perfect. But we all try as hard as we can to do our best. Like my father before me I want to provide a written account of my personal thoughts, likes, dislikes, observations, and struggles.

I know my girls will enjoy my posts. Some of my personal favorites so far:

• Take five minutes
• A mother's hands
• A letter to my mother in law
• A father and a friend
• Our gift to each other
• Exhilarating moments
• Raising daughters
• Hero's among us
• Childhood the most beautiful season of all

These are just some of my favorites but I really like all of the posts I have done. Each post has taken some thought and fact finding. So I think that everyone should take a few minutes to start a blog and write down some thoughts. I know some of you have other hobbies like scrap booking or exercising. Your blog will stay on the Internet forever. With just a few clicks of the mouse my kids will be able to open up a treasure that they can hold onto forever. If each of my daughters want to start their own blog then that is something that they can leave for future generations as well. So start blogging!

More posts to come!

A father and a friend

A daughter is a little girl who grows up to be a friend.-- Author Unknown

I'm hoping that one day all of my daughters will read this post. I know that our family is relatively young and you girls are growing before my eyes. I still remember each one of you as a babies all fat and chubby. I miss holding you girls like little babies and sometimes I wish I can go back there but I know that you all have to grow. Believe it or not I miss the diaper changing, the burping, the feedings. You girls hold a special place in my heart, always.

I want you to know that you can come to me if you need to talk. Any situation, it does not matter, I am always here. I am your father, and a friend. You girls define who I am. I already have some wonderful memories and I know there are more to come . I have learned so much from all of you already. Just by watching you guys I have learned that if I fall someone will always be there to pick me up. I have learned that it is ok to share my emotions whenever I need to, someone will always listen. I have also learned just by watching you guys that life is like a box of crayola crayons. It's ok to color life a bright blue or green or maybe even a purple. Whatever color I feel compelled to use.

I have learned that when you girls chase each other around the house, maybe I can chase life and chase after my own dreams with a little more enthusiasm and gusto. I have also learned it is ok to give and receive hugs whenever I feel like it.

Just talk to me.

Humble Oil Station and my Grandfather

I am excited that the Humble Oil Station here in San Antonio won the "This Place Matters" national competition sponsored by the National Trust for Historic Preservation. This 1930's gas station is located deep in the west side of San Antonio on 1091 S. Laredo st. I am happy that Audrey Zamora- Johnson with the City of San Antonio was able to get the word out on this historic building. I know this building has great meaning to San Antonio and to many families whose relatives used to work there. This building also has meaning to my relatives.



My dad recently told me that my Grandfather used to pump gas there. As a boy my dad said that he used to go visit my Grandfather while he was taking care of his customers. I know my Grandfather had a great work ethic. I know that work ethic has been handed down to my dad and to all of us. My dad is a retired director from CPS Energy and all of my brothers and sisters are professionals in different fields. Everything from law enforcement, banking, insurance and education.


I want to get my young family over there to see where their Great Grandfather used to work at one time. I know it would mean everything to them. I hope to see if restored to its original glory. There are so many historic buildings around San Antonio that I think we should try and save, I hope this is just a stepping stone.

Funny stuff - Toddler property laws

This is funny. I saw it in the Westside Sol newspaper. These toddler property laws are so true. You don't know how many arguments over toys and books I have had to break up in my household.

1. If I like it, it's mine.

2. If it's in my hand, It's mine.

3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.

4. If I had it a little while ago, It's mine.

5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.

6. If I am doing or building some thing, all the pieces are mine.

7. If it looks like mine, it is mine.

8. If I saw it first, it's mine.

9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.

10. If it's broken, it's yours.