Tuesday, September 13, 2011

She Is Already Breaking My Heart

It's a great time of year. Football is starting. The World Series is just around the corner. And soccer season starts!

I have coached my daughter's soccer teams for the last three years, The Pink Puppies, The Sunshine Girls, and The Brazilian Cheetahs.

I love coaching.

I was looking forward to this season because the girls are getting to the age where they really start to play the game like it is supposed to be played. It won't just be one big gang of girls surrounding the ball and running up and down the field. They should know the by rules now, and they should be able to pass and dribble the ball.

Alissa is pretty good too. I wouldn't say she is the best talent out there, but she is one of the better athletes.

Unfortunately Alissa and her evil mother have made different plans. Alissa wants to go to dance class instead of soccer, and my wife made it happen!

Damn her!

What the hell am I going to do now?

Oh yeah, Football and World Series.

And I'm not taking up dancing.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Call Me Old School...

...I take my clothes off for a shower.

Apparently the boys on my son's freshman football team do not.

Back in my junior high school days we started the whole shower thing. Sure it was awkward at first, but it didn't take long to get used to it.

Just don't pop a boner. You'll be labeled "boner boy" all the way through high school. It's true. I don't remember his name, but I remember "boner boy."

Maybe it's a money thing and schools can't afford water or a towel service. Two "must" things in order to take a shower.

I was surprised that my son went all the way through junior high without taking a shower after P.E. And P.E. was in the morning!

My son has been practicing with the freshman football team all summer and the showers have not been available. This week they finally were.

This was kind of a big deal. Austin is very shy. He won't pee in a urinal. He would rather use the toilet in the stall. Showers were going to be a huge step for him.

"Dad, guess what we did today! We got to use the showers!"
"Thank God, it's about time."
"I took all my clothes of too."
"Don't you normally do that?"
"Nobody else did."
"You are kidding!"
"No, they all wore their girdles."
"You were the only naked dude in the shower?"
"Yup!" Smile on his face.

God, I hope he didn't pop a boner. Maybe they will just call him "nature boy" instead.

He was very proud. He even called my wife at work to tell her about it.

So am I completely outdated or do high school kids skip the whole shower thing these days?

Sunday, September 4, 2011

It's Not My Purse

I moved to the desert about 11 years ago.

And one thing you learn about living in such extreme heat is that it is tough on cars. Paint, interiors, tires, they all get beat up.

One thing you might not think about is your car battery. I probably get about 2 years at best out of a battery. Luckily the battery is usually under warranty and I get it replaced for free.

That was the case earlier this week. The battery in my car took a dump.

No big deal. I pull the battery, take it to Autozone, and they replace it.

There was one small problem. I had neck surgery about 4 weeks ago and I am not supposed to lift anything over 10 pounds. Batteries weight about 40 pounds.

My son was at football practice, so the only one available to help me out was my wife.

I disconnected the battery and Sherri did a pretty good job pulling it out. I thought it would be tougher because of the height of my SUV, but she was able to lift it out without dragging it across fender.

We drive to Autozone to have the battery checked out.

As we get out of the car Sherri asks me to grab her purse. This was probably pushing my 10 pound limit.

When I open the door for my wife I suddenly realize the picture as we enter the store. I'm carrying my wife's purse and she is hauling in this heavy battery. The looks I got were priceless.

The help was quick to help my wife, and they were quick to offer her help back to the car with the new battery. They never asked why she was carrying the battery.

Sherri felt like sharing, "My husband just had neck surgery and he can't lift anything."

My response, "No. I just like this purse."

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Six Months, More School.

My last post was back in March, and I was talking about my kids and school and how I have changed my expectations.

It is now the end of August and the kids are starting up school again after summer vacation.

I think just I'll stick to the school theme from my last post.

My youngest will be finishing elementary school this year. We have been driving her to a charter school 13 miles away for the last 2 years. Her old school is a 5 minute walk from my house. It has been one of the smartest things we have done as parents.

At her old school, her state tests had her at basic and below basic in arithmetic and English. Two years later test results are now highly proficient and advanced.

I wish we had the same option for my son. He struggles and we don't know what to do sometimes.

This will be his first year in high school and he is going to be trying out for the football team. Hopefully he really likes it and he will be motivated enough to keep his grades up. I know high school sports kept me out of a lot of trouble and my grades in line.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Changing Expectations

When I became a parent 10 years ago I had expectations about what parenting would be like and what my children would be like. Man, was I stupid.. For the most part, all of that has been thrown out the window.

My newest change of expectation is with my children's performance in school.

When I was a kid, high grades were a big deal to me. My parents didn't push honor role or anything like that, but that's what I always shot for. I think it was my way of trying to get their attention, but that didn't work. Hell, even in college, at the age of 35, I put an enormous amount of pressure upon myself to have a 4.0 gpa. Why, I don't know. The guy with the 2.0 has the same degree that I do.

Recently my daughter's school showed a documentary about how a teenage girl killed herself because she didn't do well in school. It really struck a chord with me because I know how hard I have pushed the kids to do really well in school. I also know how freaked out they act when they don't do well, especially Alissa, and it is all my fault.

I know the kind of pressure I felt in school and it didn't come from my parents, it came from me. I'm sure they feel enough pressure with schools making such a big deal about "state tests" and their funding depending on results. They don't need dad going ballistic when a low test score comes in.

D's and F's are not going to be OK, but C's are no longer going to be frowned upon.

I don't like to say I'm lowering my expectations, just changing them. I would rather see my kids enjoy being a kid, than to watch them stress out about not logging enough reading minutes.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Still Around

I haven't shut this thing down. I have been really busy, but the main thing that has kept me away from here is a bad neck.

A bulging disc has jacked up my left arm and hand, making it very difficult to type. Not that I'm a speedy typist, but this makes it next to impossible with two hands. And sitting at the computer can get very painful.

I got a cortisone shot in my neck a few weeks ago, and it helped, but things are not 100%. The doctor said it may take a couple of shots, but they are $800 a pop! I haven't met my $2400 deductible yet, so it may be a while before I get another one.

Doctor says this is a common ailment and that it is just a sign that I'm getting older. That sucks.

He did say there is surgery for this and it was routine. I'm not really into surgery, so I might be talking to a chiropractor or acupuncturist.

Anyways, the hand felt good enough to do this post, so I'll try to suck it up and occasionally make an appearance here.

Friday, January 7, 2011

He's so cool...

... that's why he loves his "snuggie." Ooops, I should say "snuggies," he has two.

Who is "he?" He is my 14 year old son Austin.

On another blog of mine I wrote about Austin maybe being a little bit of a Tinkerbell. And I got razed a little about it. That's OK, I know I can be kinda old school.

So here I go again. Snuggies? What kind of teenage boy is into snuggies?

Sure he has a brown one and a black one with skulls and crossbones on it, so I guess they are somewhat manly. I can look it that way. But he has been eyeballing Alissa's leopard skin snuggie.

I'm not sure about how bright he is either.

Today Austin was telling me how he was explaining to some of his teenage friends how much he loved his snuggies. I'm trying not to say boyfriends, but they were boys, but not "boyfriends." :)

My wife and I laugh about our "manly" son in private. We sometimes wonder why he doesn't get pounded at school. I'm guessing its because he is over 6ft tall, weighs 210 lbs, and wears a size 14 shoe.

His friends are probably all out buying snuggies.

The Shiny Blue Bottle

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Indio, California, United States
My 9-year-old daughter gave me a bottle for my birthday. She told me the shiny blue bottle was filled with her love. I'm not sure I'll ever get a better gift.