Fire! Fire! Help! – Oh wait it’s just Dad’s cake.

My dad turns 61 today.

Over the past few years, I made a few blog posts about my dad’s birthday. Some funny, some emotional, some just plain meh, most of them lost on a old hard drive somewhere. I’m thinking that “59 reasons I love my Dad” was probably my best work.

This year I’m going with plain dumb:

Let us begin.

Turning 50 61 is a monumental event in a man’s life.

Some men have been known to be traumatized by reaching the half 61% century mark.

And with this in mind dear father I’d like to make you feel more comfortable about your age.

And so, LeSombre proudly present:

Things that are older than dad!

This is dad. He’s 50 61.


50 61. dad.

(He’s on the right in the picture.)

Some might think 50 61 is old, but they are things that are even older.

The lightbulb




The wheel









All these older items have one thing in common, they have proven themselves through the test of time, and we need them very much.

Just like dad!

(With apologies to Bill Cosby)

And since I’m not that big on an asshole, here’s something cute from my living room:

[There’s a video here]

I love you dad. XXX

Party like it’s 1980 something

We’re getting older.

I went out with my friends Peter and John yesterday to celebrate Peter’s upcoming fatherhood. After an uneventful meal in the market, we walked around a bit to clear Peter’s headache. We then drove to this shady sportsbar where the live music was provided with a man, his guitar, and his impressive collection of 80s “hits”. The guy was whistling in EVERY SINGLE SONG he played. We stayed for three songs and then went to see the Hulk.

I was in bed by 1:00 am. I remember a time where the party would start at 1:00 am.

We’re getting older.

On a not-so-related note, today is Father’s day. I will most probably call my dad to chat with him for a bit, especially after the recent Mother’s day fiasco – I was in Montreal for work and completely forgot to call my mom – and I wouldn’t want to be exposed for the ungrateful son that I am.

Just kidding.

I’m a dad, but things are going to be pretty quiet at home today. My lovely daughter forgot the Father’s day present she made for me at school Friday. She was crying. I told her the important thing was that she was there, and the we loved each other. She’s been sitting on my lap hugging me for the last hour. I wish I could do the same with my dad, but he’s far away and I’m much heavier than Zoé.