Thursday, June 29, 2006

My family





C'est ma femme. Je l'aime

et mes enfants.

Another day.....

parenting is the pits sometimes. I don't deny that my kids have me wrapped around their tiny little fingers, especially the girls, but there's is absolutely no joy in being a parent when you spend a whole evening scolding them for countless acts of disobedience.

It puzzles me how a 5 year old still hasn't been able to figure out what things anger her daddy, and what things make him happy.

It's not a long list. In fact, if my oldest wrote them out, it would read:

1. Daddy likes it quiet. This means no shouting in the house.
2. Daddy does not like to be interrupted. If we need to talk to him and he's talking to Mommy, we need to first say excuse me, and wait for him to finish, then he will talk to us.
3. No fighting.
4. No whining.
5. If we run in the house and hurt ourselves, Daddy will have little pity, for he has told us many times not to run in the house.
6. Crying only gets us an angry Daddy, unless we're very sad about something or unless we're hurt. Being very sad about having to go to bed isn't good enough, neither is being very sad about not getting to wear the jammies I wanted to wear.
7. Daddy doesn't like it when we play in our beds after bedtime.
8. Daddy doesn't like it when we get out of bed after bedtime, unless it's to go potty.
9. Daddy loves hugs.
10. Daddy loves kisses.
11. Daddy loves big squeezes when we hug.
12. Daddy loves it when we say "yes Daddy" or "okay Daddy" after he tells us to do something like go to bed.
13. Daddy loves it when we say "please" and "thank you".
14. Daddy doesn't like it when we don't listen to him.
15. Daddy really really doesn't like it when we lie to him.
16. Daddy really doesn't like to get mad at us.

Okay fine. It's a long list for a 5 year old, but you'd think she'd get one of those...right?

I don't see them much during the day, and when I do, the last thing I want is to have to punish them for breaking some of their rules...makes me feel like a big ogre, but at the end of the day my wife is done with them (bless her soul she puts up with a lot) and they become mine when I get home (unless I have more work to do - but I usually don't do that until after I put the kids to bed) so their time spent with me is when they're tired and ornery....I'll certainly miss them when they go away for 2 weeks.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Hi again


this picture reminds me of someone I've never met; his name is Ryan. I heard he's not good at football. at all.

I love sour patch kids, so much I wrote a little poem.

It's called:

Ode to Sour

In my mouth you're so sour and sweet
You make me smile as you rot my teeth
But then the sugary juices flow back along my jaw and rest behind my ear where they sit and hurt like a GI Joe kung fu punch to that soft patch of skin behind my earlobe. Why sour patch kids why?

I love teh kids.

oh, and way to go Dee and Auggie.

Which reminds me, Duke sucks.

why did the Rockets have to trade for Shane Battier, blech.

Someday I think I'll post a serious thought.

I'd also like to add

that it was I who introduced the Juggernaut to the Deuce. I don't know how to permanently list links on this POS site yet so the Deuce is here, somewhere in this post. Go there, get addicted.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

*stares off into the sunset* stfu I don't care if it's 11:34 p.m.

I'm a roaming cowboy riding all day long,Tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song.Nights underneath the prairie moon,I ride along and sing this tune.See them tumbling downPledging their love to the groundLonely but free I'll be foundDrifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.Cares of the past are behindNowhere to go but I'll findJust where the trail will windDrifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.I know when night has goneThat a new world's born at dawn.I'll keep rolling alongDeep in my heart is a songHere on the range I belongDrifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

Wow, I'm a loser

It's 11:19 p.m. and what am I doing? Doing it? Nope. Reading a cool magazine on the latest trends in legal consulting? Nope. Playing video games? Nope. Watching Sports Center? No. I'm writing in my new dumb (no offense the mute people of the world) online diary and I don't know why. I guess being a nerd is the new cool.

(It took me ten minutes to write all that)

My head is sunburnt. it itches. it was oozing stuff Sunday because it blistered. I had crusty ooze on my head.