I am going to stay on my CrossFit schedule for Christmas. I am going to just plan on getting up around the same time on Christmas morning that I usually get up for my workouts.
I am going to stay on my CrossFit schedule for Christmas. I am going to just plan on getting up around the same time on Christmas morning that I usually get up for my workouts.
So C2 and I got through security and made it to our gate. As we waited to board we talked, we laughed and then we waited a little more as our flight was delayed.
As we sat on the plane and we flew to San Antonio C2 played his gaming device and I listened to music and tried to avoid the overly large male ass that kept getting closer and closer to my face as the 6'6 male across the aisle from us liked to get up a lot. Thank goodness he moved.
We landed. We met my Mom and Dad (Nanny and PawPaw) and then we drove to the house. First thing C2 did when we got to the house was look for the Elf on The Shelf (Freddy) and it didn't take him long. We were both tired so he went to bed and then I did some paperwork with my parent for the new vehicle T and I were getting from them.
Woke up ready for an adventure of a 14-15 hour drive back to West Ga. The Yukon Denali was already loaded and ready to go. I know C2 was excited for the drive and the adventure. He talked about it before we even got there and he was looking forward to making stops at the visitor centers along the way.
And we were off.
This was too funny. Now normally T won't get aggravated over something silly on tv but yesterday she made a comment about a commercial she saw. I had no idea what she was referring to until she showed me the actual commercial.
I laughed. Now I didn't get all fired up like *cough cough* she did, but I did say that the child in the tv commercial was a little bit of an asshole.
So here is the one she was referring to
I am a huge fan of Disney. I love the movies. I love the messages they try to deliver to the kids. I love the Characters and how they stay with kids almost seems like forever.
As time goes on, I think some of us maybe lose kind of forget all of the great Disney movies that came out long ago. I know I have.
For instance, Cinderella and Snow White are two classic Disney movies. I know how awesome they are and all the wonderful things that came from them. But if you find me on an average, stop me in the street and ask me my favorite Disney movies I wouldn't name them. They just wouldn't come to my mind that fast. After taking the kids to see Frozen this weekend, I started thinking about the Disney movies that were my favorites. I started wondering what movies made my Top 5 All Time Disney Kids Movies?
So I thought about it.
This is what I came up with. My Top 5 Disney Kids Movies
5. Frozen - This movies that just came out was cute from the start. I love how it played the sisterly love card and carried it on from there. The movie was filled with song and dance. Some parts made me think of what a Disney Grease would sound like. You never knew what to expect with this movie. Who was good, who was bad, who would save the day? Many times I looked back and saw C1 and C2 laughing. I looked over and saw C3 smiling. C4, well he didn't move and inch or make a sound till the movie was just about over. I'd say that's a good sign. T and I kept looking at each other and laughing at the multiple funny moments in the movie. Olaf the Snowman will be the favorite for the kids I'm sure.
Well this is officially my 41st Thanksgiving and I felt like I would do something a little different.
Instead of posting about things I am Thankful for that are sweet, meaningful and caring......
I thought I would write about some things I am Thankful for from the real side of me. The asshole, smartass side.
I'm Thankful for having this blog which has brought me so much monetary success. The riches from this blog have allowed us to live like Royalty. I mean who would have know my writing would lead to the land of the lost.
I'm Thankful for a wife that gives me the goods whenever I want. Really. She rocks my socks. I'm also Thankful that she never speaks her mind. What a horrible thing that would be if she was ever to be quiet. And how she makes fun of the way I make the bed and how my coffee is too weak. But she does shave my back and lets me take baths that are so much longer then hers. I'm so Thankful that she loves CrossFit. I really wish she would stop talking about it all the time. Shit, I'm the one doing the wod's, why does she always feel the need to talk and tweet about it?
I'm Thankful for a 10yo that laughs non stop when I walk through the house in my underwear. So glad that he loves when I sing. I'm also Thankful that I get to ask him a million times every day to do this or that. Never on the first time. I love repeating myself so that is awesome. It is not bad at all that he has absorbed my love of Star Wars. Now if he could in any way talk about it even more.
I'm Thankful for the 8yo that is never a smartass. Who doesn't want a kid that has to get the last word. I'm Thankful that he will be the one calling us later in life cause he has ran his mouth to his wife and she is about to beat his ass. I'm so happy that he has a nose for whatever T is cooking. Now if he would stop passing gas all the time.
Speaking of passing gas, I'm Thankful for a daughter that has learned how to roll her eyes while she gasses us all out. And would it ever be great to have a daughter that doesn't wipe toothpaste on the face towel and then drop it on the floor. I'm Thankful for how she loves to change clothes 500 times a day and then leaves her clothes all over the floor.
How could I not be Thankful for a 4yo that I have to take Sleep Pee every night and morning till he is able to get up and not pee everywhere like an 80 year old man. I'm so Thankful that he loves to ask questions about how do Wee Wee's get bigger and what do we do with them. Yeah. I'm so Thankful that while he co-sleeps he at least loves me enough to lay up next to his mother.
I'm Thankful to love a pro football team that is totally sucking ass this year. I don't mind one bit that the Falcons went 13-3 and almost to the Super Bowl to winning not even a handful of games. Makes Sundays great. I'm Thankful for Drew Brees being a little bitch. I'm Thankful for Cam Newton running the ball. I just wish Ahmad Brooks would grab his neck too. I'm Thankful the the Buc's suck too. Just wish they sucked worse than us now.
I'm sooo sooo really Thankful for WalMart. I will be there later today in all of my Duck DieNasty gear standing in line with all of the other overdressed women with too much make up. The guys who spit in cups and smell like ass. We will all fight for that one thing.
In all honesty I am really a lucky to have a great wife and four wonderful kids. I love them all and I always write the honest truth about them in the loving caring way. Today you got some funny bits and pieces about them and why I love them. It's for who they are and how we are as a family. I couldn't go one a single day without all the bullshit and hell they bring. Make the nights with T and the GOOD loving she gives me better.
Well, hope you enjoyed that. I need to go sit on the toilet to pee, take a long bath and shave my body. Gotta get ready for the long day.
Kiss The Baby
It is nights like last night that make me feel what I am doing with my son is really working.
I know yesterday I talked about how frustrated I was in my dealings with him. But last night I made it a point to just have a talk with him. Nothing special, nothing scripted, just a normal nightly talk.
He was already in his bed as he likes to crash out early usually. I plopped down next to him and we started a conversation by me asking how his day was. He was telling me about his day and how it went good. Then I told him about my day and how it was crazy. "How was your day crazy daddy?"
(In my head, I was thinking this was perfect)....I explained to him how my boss yelled at me for something and how my boss didn't believe what I was telling him and took the customers side of the story over mine. I explained how even though I didn't agree with what my boss was telling me, I listened and then went back to my desk and sat and let it roll off my back. (I was hoping that he would see that its OK to just walk away and not argue)
Then I asked him, "Do you ever just want the day to end faster when you have a bad day, like just climb in bed go to sleep and then start over again tomorrow?"
He said with a soft tone "YES". I told him me too.
Then I asked him "When you have good days, don't you wish they lasted longer?"
With the same soft tone, I received a "YES". I again said, Me too.
It was great just chilling in his bed with him and for those brief ten minutes we both had a calming experience that let us both relax and I think we could hear what each other was saying.
So after a long weekend chasing this child and trying to fix his behavior, it was awesome to let it be and just enjoy him. Love him. Share and learn with him. With each day that passes, I learn that this kid is more and more like me, and not just in the crazy ways I talked about yesterday.
As I got up out of his bed "Daddy, will you fix me that bacon, egg, cinnamon toast sandwich for breakfast?"
Kiss The Baby
I wonder if he will look back one day and think I was the biggest asshole father in the world? I wonder if he will sit there and think that I was doing what was right? Will he sit at a table with a wife and talk about what a bad dad he had? Will he argue with his brothers and sister and say that I didn't like him as much as I liked them?
These thoughts run through my head. All the time. I have a son who is a lot of things. I love the shit out of this boy. He is funny, strong willed, creative, dead set in his ways, caring, loving and he is a good kid. He really is a good kid.
With that being said, I am at a loss of how to deal with him sometimes. We both have tempers. We both like to have the last word. We both like to take our frustrations out on things during the rough times. We hit things like idiots. We throw things like we are in a throwing contest. We both stomp off and scream and yell and get nothing accomplished.
He is easily aggravated by things and people at times. His fuse is short. Just like me.
This is what kills me inside my heart. This is what makes me what to cry. This is where I want to go outside and take out my own frustration and anger. And I'm not really angry with him, I'm just angry that I cant figure out how to make this better or easier to handle. I want him to know that while I am trying to teach him how to handle his feelings differently that I too and working on this with him.
The moments come and he is mad. He yells. He screams. He takes it out on his brothers and or sister and then his mom and myself. The screams then turn to "I don't knows". The "I don't knows" then turn to tears. The tears then lead to total shut down. I am by no means perfect during this. I raise my voice. I yell back and that is not cool. But here recently I have started to try new things with him.
With two of my favorite parenting sites Love and Logic and Empowering Parents I have read and received tips that have helped me and given me better insight on how to handle my son. I have given efforts to talk calmly to him now. I have let him calm himself down before I have even talked to him. I have asked him numerous questions and tried to get him to figure out why he is so angry sometimes. I know he gets this from me. That is what I believe. Now T and I agree that later in life his strong willed, stubborn and failure to let go will lead him and help him be a better person. He won't let people walk over him.. He won't let people destroy what he wants to accomplish.
But for now, I want him to enjoy life. I don't want him so upset. I don't want him to let his feeling stay bottled up either but we have to figure it out. Saturday I tried something new with him. We sat and talked and wrote stuff down. We tried to find out what the problem was. We came up with
Positive = Positive
Negative = Negative
I tried so much this weekend to understand. His highs and lows. I am at a loss with what to do. I can't give up. I won't. I mean that would be such an asshole thing for me to do. Give up on my son. No way in hell. He isn't a quitter and I am not either. I will find a way to get us to work together. But man, during the times when this shit is going down..... I just want to punch a tree out of frustration. T read something to me last night that said you know what you are doing is working when the child at first still responds in that negative manner and has the out burst.
The first thing and hardest thing I am going to get him to recognize is that HE controls his actions. When he does this foolishness it is HIS fault. Then I am going to make sure he knows that Positive and Negative Actions lead to Positive and Negative Consequences.
After that if I had not punched my face off and kicked myself in the nuts to death, I will work on the next steps.
I'm not close to being a parenting expert. Shit, I can hardly figure myself out, but I love this kid and it kills me that those that are most like us can be the hardest to deal with.
Kiss The Baby
Found this in my drafts way back from 2010.
Funny thing is that it's true. But where it talks about how I "USED TO BE" and asshole to her, I hope that has changed. I mean, I know I'm still an asshole, but usually to other people. I hope I treat my wife OK. I hope she knows that I love her. I hope she wakes up happy and goes to bed happy that she is married to me. I know I aggravate the living shit out of her, but that is who I am. I am a wanna comedian trapped in the body of a chubby balding man who loves CrossFit. I just wanted to post this from my drafts. And, T who was so great at pointing out what an asshole I am at times..
She has gotten so much better at this over time.
I love that woman.
2010 Post Draft
You know it is amazing that sometimes I can have a conversation with T and she can make a point and show me exactly how much of an asshole I used to be. We were talking about the great weekend we were having and kind of talking shit to each other in a fun way and she made a comment about how we have been getting along so well since I stopped drinking. I asked was that the reason we always fought and she said yes and it was because all I did was drink....all the time.
The conversation of Superheros is over.
The day is moving forward.
I then pull C1 into a conversation / question to see what he would say.
I asked him "What is a Hero?"
He looks at me with that look of puzzlement and a blank stare.
Me: Is a police officer a Hero?
Me: What about a Fireman?
Me: What about Army people, you know those who protect our Country and save us in times of Wars?
C1: Well, I call those World Heroes
World Hero's. I liked that.
Short. Sweet. To the point.
Kiss The Baby
Kids are honest when you ask them things out of the blue.
Sometimes too honest. The great thing about asking kids questions and getting the honest answers is that you can use those moments to teach them valuable lessons that will carry them through life. Hopefully the lessons taught will be the correct ones. And sometimes you will find your kids surprising you.
As the kids were eating lunch, I took the opportunity to ask the kids one by one question about Superheroes. What about Superheroes makes you like them? That was it. One question.
C4, liked that they were able to fly, and wore capes while being cool looking. That is from a four year old. C3, also liked that they could fly, wore capes but added that they saved people while beating up bad guys. C2 and C1 would never really give me a concrete answer. I think the two older boys are more into the Star Wars (Legos) things right now so they were not really that much into talking to me about the Superhero thing.
I asked them one by one to come look at this photo and tell me what they thought of it.
Every damn night I swear it sounds like we are live and in the front row of a Luke Bryan concert. My old drunk neighbor ass neighbor loves to play his music loud. And by loud I mean very loud. By very loud I mean hearing word for word clearly through the 50 yards of trees.
Don't get me wrong. Luke Bryan may be the ONLY Country music artist I can handle but hearing the shit at midnight through my bedroom walls is a bit much. Feeling the bass vibrate my bed like a cheap motel room mattress is not how I like to go to sleep.
I have to be up at 4:30 am and the really aggravating part is just the fact that it is a pain in the ass. Now the dumb ass plays the shit during the day just as loud. That is annoying too but its the middle of the day, fine. This is the same old man that cursed out T and yelled at the kids and threatened them during the day when they were playing outside. The same man that I had arguments on the phone with after I "ASKED" him to not even bother with my family anymore. He avoids us now, we don't give a shit about him.
Our kids play outside on our property and he stays in his house and plays his music. He is in his own right to play his shit just like our kids are allowed to play outside and make noise. But after a certain time, come on. Even without the law getting involved on a WEEKDAY a person should have enough common sense to know better. I wouldn't have my kids out at midnight playing and screaming and making a ton of noise. Just like I would let my dog sit out there and bark all night either. Just not cool.
So, cops got called again last night. Cops came out again. Music went away as the cop drove by. Nothing happened but me talking to an officer in the freezing temps for 15 minutes. It will happen again. I'm sure.
Here is what I'm going to do. I'm going to fucking write Luke Bryan and see if he will once and for all come give this old ass man a live concert in his backyard. Sounds like he is there anyways.
So to the man who told me he was going to "rip my dick off and fuck me with it" I say this......You are lucky that I am trying to set a positive example for my kids by not fighting. You already pushed your limits before threatening my wife and kids. I want to knock on your door and invite you into the street and give your drunk ass the beating you need to sober up and wake the fuck up. Then I am going to ask you to tell my wife and kids you are sorry....But, that won't happen.
Unless you threaten them again. Then I will be asking for donations for bail. Last request to you old man, can you please for the love of god play something else.
NO Shave November is a month long ban on shaving. The face that is. The No Shave November is a different and unique way of showing support and raising awareness for Cancer.
What you do is let it Grow and let it show. Be proud of what you have. Me, I am losing all of the hair on my head so I am growing my beard. I always have a beard but no the ZZ Top style. Normally I have the shorter style beard. But now, this month I am letting it grow. The reason behind it is that a lot of Cancer patients lose their hair, so No Shave November lets us men grow, embrace and support the battles of Cancer in this way. And what the group would like for you to do is donate the money that you would normally spend on cuts and shaves to the cause.
Well for me, I shave and cut my balding dome at home by myself. I'm a clean shaved balding 41 year old man that also shaves his arms, legs, chest and back. As of now I have a week or so old growth on the face and I will let that grow for the entire month of November trimming only the mustache. Can't have the muuuu-stache growing over my lip...That is nasty.
Now, if you want to you can also participate in the No Shave November movement by letting that beard grow. Hooking yourself up with a mustache. Ladies, you can let your legs get shaggy (or even me, since I shave my legs..lol),
You can also donate and learn how by going here Donation Page, buy you a shirt or something. You can learn more about the Web based group by going here About No Shave November and read up on the whole deal.
So this is what I am going to do. Here are a couple photos of me starting the month of November with the beard.
Halloween is maybe the biggest candy consumption day of the year, and that led to a early morning conversation / debate on Q100's Bert Show this morning. The conversation was about a letter that a person handed out instead of handing out candy.
I got called out Saturday afternoon by one of my favorite soccer dads. Yes. I. Did. !!!
This guy John who is one of my favorite soccer dads has a son on C3's team and they have played together for years. C2 even played with one of the families daughters. This whole family is great. The soccer mom is nice and funny and all of the kids are so friendly. Well Saturday after C3's late game, John told C3 that "Your dad lost the name game", wait. WTF. What. I lost something?
John then explains that "The Name Game" is the number of times you scream your kids name during the game. Oh shit. I am THAT DAD? Damn it, I am the dad screaming their child's name over and over throughout the game. That's not what I want to be. I want to be the happy soccer dad guy. I love to watch my daughter play. I love to cheer for her and the other kids.
Now this dude John, picture him..Like 6'5 probably, played football at UNC and has great skills with the kids. I mean he was prepping them for the later game Saturday and what kid wouldn't listen to a 7 foot huge guy with a camo hat on. Well upon hearing that I am the "Dad who yells his kids name too much" I am going to listen to John and I am going to lose this game every time from now on. I swear this stayed in my head all Saturday afternoon and yeah, still is.
Now in my defense, I am not the parent who yells at his kid because I want my kid to be that solo superstar. I want C3 to play well and be active in the game. I yell for her to wake up, look alive, move her feet, keep running and so on. I never yell at her in a negative way. And I am also the guy who yells for all the kids. I was screaming for all of our team. I even started yelling for the kids by their numbers.
So, John....Guess what? Next game, I am sitting right next to you and I am not going to scream ONE time to her. I'm not going to yell ONE time during the game. So I will for sure lose the "Name Game"
Kiss The Baby
You never know what you will find when you wake up early on a Sunday morning.
We try to tell the kids to sleep in on Sunday mornings which NEVER happens. Imagine my surprise when I get up a little before 7am on Sunday and take Lenox (our dog) out back. I was walking around the back yard and I noticed the lights on in the basement rooms. HMMMMMM (thinking to myself), did I leave them on all night or...............
...........Was C2 sneaking downstairs to try to watch something?
Well as I got closer and closer to the window I saw C2 sitting in the chair scrolling through channels as if he was looking to find something. Now why wasn't he upstairs watching tv? He normally does that. Gets up early and lays on the floor in the living room. I sat and watched him and he never turned around.
What show was he looking for? Now C2 has not accepted the fact that he has to be a certain age to watch some shows that he wants to see. He also has not come to grips that he has an attitude problem at times and he just isn't ready to handle some shows he wants to watch. So, I'm still watching him through the window. He is scrolling and looking and I bet he was probably getting ready to throw that remote at the wall....
Why, you ask? Because the Netflix password had changed and he couldn't get on to watch any shows. Whether a show he could or couldn't see. I was laughing. Now at the time I didn't know that the password had changed. I wonder what I would have done if I busted him doing wrong. Would I have tapped on the window scaring the shit out of him? Would I have waited and asked him and wondered what he would tell me? Instead since I saw him and knew he couldn't watch anything, I simply asked him later if he had any trouble getting on the tv in the basement and what happened. He was straight up about it and said he added some channels and didn't watch anything....(CAUSE HE COULDN'T)
Awesome kids, you finished the season and although we didn't win a single game, you are getting a trophy! You showed up, played hard and even though we only won a couple games, we are presenting you with this trophy.
How often is that heard nowadays?
Way too much.
Why do kids or teams get trophies for just playing? Are we as parents and coaches or organizers too scared to hurts someones feelings? Probably. Little Boy and Little Girl shelled out $50-$100 to play the sport of choice and now since they played they DESERVE a trophy? I'm saying NO! I do not agree with giving kids these material items for simply showing up and playing a sport.
What ever happened to the experience of playing? What ever happened to the learning process of playing as a team and on a team? Growing in the sport in which is being played?
I have a lot of reasons why GIVING trophies out as opposed to EARNING trophies is a problem. These are MY reasons and you may or may not agree. I'm ok with that.
Kids should be rewarded for achievements. Not participation. What is going to happen is that kids are going to grow up and keep thinking that they deserve something when they have done the minimal amount or just nothing at all. If you sign your child up for something do you automatically think they should get a trophy at the end of the year? What if the team doesn't win any games? What if they fail to make a tournament? What if it is a Tiny Tots type league like 5 and under for example? Do those kids NEED a trophy?
I want my kids to earn something like that. Now I am of the opinion that I still don't want a million trophies sitting around in a room or a tub or something like that, but if it is earned from winning...so be it.
Lets have our children earn rewards and achieve rewards. Isn't that what you do for them in school? Do they get a passing grade for just showing up or do they need to earn it? Why not do this in sports? I have been in conversations this week and a lot of people agree. #TMT = Too Many Trophies.
What do you think? Are we as parents, directors, communities, coaches, team moms...etc doing too much to GIVE our trophies in sports instead of having them EARN them?
Kiss The Baby