A couple weeks ago, we got a flyer from Austin American Statesman regarding renewing our old subscription. Instead of getting the paper daily, we could opt to just get it on Wednesday and Sunday mornings. For 26 weeks or half a year, it was $56, or thereabouts. I told Wife it would be cool if I could get the paper again, I did like reading the sports section on the throne. It made me at least have some light banter for talking to the men in my life, to know what is going on with the Longhorns or to keep up with the Spurs. If I remember correctly, we stopped because after being stuck at $24/month or so for the longest time, they got greedy and did a couple rate hikes within a year's time. This after I had noticed the paper itself getting smaller, and it being mostly ads.
We forgot to order it because it called for a check and a stamp and really, who does that, even the taxes to our dinosaur of a government are paid online now. I fumbled on the flyer the week after and it did have an email address, so I have ordered it. We got our first Sunday paper this past weekend. I went out and got it early, as I remember it getting stolen a time or two, and we do sleep in until noon if nobody bothers us. Eventually, I came downstairs to drink a cup of coffee while Wife showered, but I brought my laptop down, which I have gotten into the habit if taking it up to bed with me, mostly because this blog is a self inflicted albatross around my neck which I must write every day, and Wife is currently obsessed with Walking Dead and I refuse to watch it. So she watches her crappy show and I write my crappy blog, and that is how you stay married for 26+ years. Anyways, as soon as I turn on the laptop, I know the biggest things going on. There is 24/7 election coverage, oh no, Trump said another insult directed at Mexicans. The paper can't keep up, I turn on some light music on Youtube, look for anything interesting, check out my porn sites, and I'm ready to get my day started by the time Wife comes downstairs.
Plus, reading the paper in the potty requires two hands, while checking all my interesting sites on my phone takes one hand and I don't end up with ink on my hands. What if it turns out that ink causes butt cancer or gonads to hang even lower, touching toilet bowl water that way is no fun.
I don't know, there is something romantic about the paper, I remember as a kid, all of us would grab different pieces of the paper and read it, specially on a Sunday morning, with some barbacoa tacos for breakfast, those were the good ole days. Maybe as we get towards the holidays, I do love me some Christmas ads, or when football season rolls around again. We're just in a time of the year when everything is blasé.
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
4/20/16 Reciprocity, Or You Scratch Mine, I Scratch Yours?
I was just listening to some of the songs from Chicago, and I love the number from Queen Latifah, who plays Mama (the warden). The song is titled "When You're Good To Mama, Mama's Good To You", and starts
Ask any of the chickies in my pen
they'll tell you I'm the biggest mother hen
I love them all and all of them love me
because the system works
the system called reciprocity
Is this such a bad system to live by? I do for you, you do for me. How come when it is an exchange between a man and a woman, the woman can be left feeling like a whore? How come money seems to have a reduced benefit in this bartering system? I have always been overly generous, with my time and money. I've helped out friends more than anyone has really helped me, luckily, I've always been in a better position, mostly thanks to my family, early in life.
Take one of my roommates in college. I had a truck, he did not. I never made it a big deal, I was always ready to accommodate his schedule, he gave me for gas, but really, when you drive, you're a taxi, but anyways. His last semester, he finally got a car, and the one time he was going to drive me back home, well, he was in a hurry, he couldn't wait for me to get out of my lab in the evening. I drove him around for 2.5 years, I don't think I even rode in his car once.
How about all of Boy's friends. I don't know if Del Valle is allergic to men who marry and stay married, but 99% of his friends had the single mama trying to make it on her own. I played daddy or at least yelled at those boys and made them a tad better human beings just by being around me. I got a thanks here and there, but how about a cake, make a dinner in my honor? An offer of a bj would at least prove you care. What, I take your kids all over the country, you can't show me a boob, I say boo!
The examples are endless, I do for people, they say thanks, then disappear. I should just stop being Mr. Nice Guy, as I am seeing the meek shall inherit squat. It is time for some neck tattoos and a bad attitude, scare the freeloaders away. If you want something from me, "what you got, that a feller might want?"
I totally feel this song:
they say that life is tit for tat
and that's the way I live
so I deserve a lot of tat
for what I got to give
Monday, April 18, 2016
4/19/16 Who Is The Bigger A-hole?
Today (Monday) was a weird day. First of all, there was a late start for all the AISD kids, so Chubs was home until about 9:30am. Wife had the day off because today was a bad weather make up day, which was perfect as there was flooding here and there, thanks to the sporadic rain we saw. We were having an ok afternoon, we got up around noon, got dressed, and even met a friend for lunch at Don Dario's, which is tex-mex food, and I felt like eating some barbacoa tacos. It drizzled on us for a bit on and off, but nothing too crazy. After we ate, we went home, our friend (Girlie's mom) hung out for a bit, tried the watermelon, which who knew watermelon could be so sweet this early in the season, then she went on her way to pick up her kids, and we headed to pick up our Chubs.
This is where I encountered a most special Princess, few of us can hope to be as blessed as she must be. The traffic must part open and let this rare damsel fly by as if us peons do not exist. There are two lanes in the pick-up area to get our kids. The one closest to the school, of course is used by parents that need to get off and go inside, everyone knows that. I was tempted to go all the way up and park in front of the car the furthest up, mostly because people are generally stupid, and I hate getting blocked in, plus I usually get off to say hi to the crossing guard while Chubs makes his way out. Anyways, I am parked behind a mama who decides to clean her car there, which fine, she is not hurting anyone, but all of a sudden the Queen of Austin shows up, stops on the outside lane, and proceeds to get off. I start thinking "goddammit if she drags ass..." But Wife has gotten off a minute sooner and Wife can be distracted by any teacher and she can get drawn into a long conversation so I sit and fume. Of course, a truck from behind comes up and lines up behind Her Majesty's chariot. Then another car, Wife shows up and I want to get out and we are trapped hard. I honk, figuring if she was coming back she might 2-step it and hurry, but what do assholes do? She walks slower, the cars keep coming behind us, I lay on the horn and start screaming in the cab of my truck, I would have been more patient but she is sitting in her car and now she is smelling the weeds her kid has cut. She gets off to tell me not to honk at her, I instinctively yell at her to "get your ass back in your car and move!!" she goes another round about me cussing, I have lost it at this point, have my door and window open and I yell "move your shit now, you're making everybody wait, what the fuck!!!" She gets in her car and drives, still slow, but we finally moved.
Fine, I could be seen as the impatient asshole, but does she not deserve some credit for being a selfish human? There are parking spots lining the two lanes, she could pull into those. What makes her special that she can make us all wait on her time? I am generally very laid back there, I always pick up Chubs at or after three, so the teachers have all gone back inside, but I can't stand to be blocked in, I get that trapped feeling, and I can and do often loose my shit.
This is where I encountered a most special Princess, few of us can hope to be as blessed as she must be. The traffic must part open and let this rare damsel fly by as if us peons do not exist. There are two lanes in the pick-up area to get our kids. The one closest to the school, of course is used by parents that need to get off and go inside, everyone knows that. I was tempted to go all the way up and park in front of the car the furthest up, mostly because people are generally stupid, and I hate getting blocked in, plus I usually get off to say hi to the crossing guard while Chubs makes his way out. Anyways, I am parked behind a mama who decides to clean her car there, which fine, she is not hurting anyone, but all of a sudden the Queen of Austin shows up, stops on the outside lane, and proceeds to get off. I start thinking "goddammit if she drags ass..." But Wife has gotten off a minute sooner and Wife can be distracted by any teacher and she can get drawn into a long conversation so I sit and fume. Of course, a truck from behind comes up and lines up behind Her Majesty's chariot. Then another car, Wife shows up and I want to get out and we are trapped hard. I honk, figuring if she was coming back she might 2-step it and hurry, but what do assholes do? She walks slower, the cars keep coming behind us, I lay on the horn and start screaming in the cab of my truck, I would have been more patient but she is sitting in her car and now she is smelling the weeds her kid has cut. She gets off to tell me not to honk at her, I instinctively yell at her to "get your ass back in your car and move!!" she goes another round about me cussing, I have lost it at this point, have my door and window open and I yell "move your shit now, you're making everybody wait, what the fuck!!!" She gets in her car and drives, still slow, but we finally moved.
Fine, I could be seen as the impatient asshole, but does she not deserve some credit for being a selfish human? There are parking spots lining the two lanes, she could pull into those. What makes her special that she can make us all wait on her time? I am generally very laid back there, I always pick up Chubs at or after three, so the teachers have all gone back inside, but I can't stand to be blocked in, I get that trapped feeling, and I can and do often loose my shit.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
4/18/16 Anticipation, Making Things Better Or Worse?
Anticipation is everywhere with us simple humans, it is the act of expecting or foreseeing something. We can't help it, it is part of our thinking mechanism. This weekend, for example, we are expecting rain. I talked to my mom yesterday and she said they were going to come up to visit, but we expecting a lot of rain, the equivalent of two months worth of rain over the weekend (I don't know what that means in Texas where we go three months without rain, sometimes). I am writing this Sunday afternoon, around 1:00pm, and so far it has showered on and off, but nothing to get excited about. It rarely gets ugly here where we live, we don't have low water crossings, so rain rarely affects me, other than making me wash my truck afterwards. It does get bad in San Antonio, and that is why my folks get squirrelly and hesitate anytime the weather is iffy as they have to drive through there.
Another type of anticipation that I or maybe we like to romanticize is waiting to go on vacation. We have now gone to Disney in Florida about seven times, so I know pretty much what will go down. I know my dad will lose his patience and hit the exit halfway through the day so he can go smoke. I know I won't be able to sleep enough the whole ten days we are up there, because I never do. I know I am really looking forward to going to downtown Disney where all the shopping is, but we won't spend quite enough time there to take it all in. They have live music all over the place, little snack things to try, but we always run through. I love the whole thing but I spend months thinking about it, and that week that we're there just flies by.
How about the anticipation of the end of the school year? I still get excited when May rolls around. Why? My fat ass works year round, I don't get summers off. I do love my boys home relaxing for awhile, and Wife being able to take a couple months off from her job, even if she stays busy with extra work. It is much more relaxed during the summer, no one rushing in the morning to get to school, everyone here at the house flips their schedule and becomes semi-nocturnal, so they go to sleep and wake up almost aligned with me, their choice, I don't force anyone to do anything. I know by August, Chubs will be dying of anticipation as he will be starting in a new school, so there will be the fear and excitement of getting to know a whole new world.
Christmas Eve is the best example of anticipation I can think of, though. Watching both boys work on their Christmas lists when they were younger, the thought of them getting something from Santa that they wouldn't expect. We are pretty much given a window, from the day after Thanksgiving, until Christmas Day to make some magic happen for our loved ones. I may not experience Santa personally, but I still feel warm and fuzzy making my loved ones happy.
I guess anticipation gives things energy, makes them more alive. By thinking about things like Christmas for a month, it becomes a bigger thing. I believe that is why Christmas is the premier holiday. No one loses sleep thinking about Arbor Day (maybe a tree hugger), but I can think back to when I was young and trying to figure out how I could catch Santa in the act. Since I like to be positive, I will say anticipation makes things better. Usually, the rain doesn't live up to the fear the weathermen give us, and that's good. Maybe a vacation should happen in a hurry, we wouldn't want to go thinking that moving permanently to Florida is a good idea, it is called that armpit of America for a reason.
Another type of anticipation that I or maybe we like to romanticize is waiting to go on vacation. We have now gone to Disney in Florida about seven times, so I know pretty much what will go down. I know my dad will lose his patience and hit the exit halfway through the day so he can go smoke. I know I won't be able to sleep enough the whole ten days we are up there, because I never do. I know I am really looking forward to going to downtown Disney where all the shopping is, but we won't spend quite enough time there to take it all in. They have live music all over the place, little snack things to try, but we always run through. I love the whole thing but I spend months thinking about it, and that week that we're there just flies by.
How about the anticipation of the end of the school year? I still get excited when May rolls around. Why? My fat ass works year round, I don't get summers off. I do love my boys home relaxing for awhile, and Wife being able to take a couple months off from her job, even if she stays busy with extra work. It is much more relaxed during the summer, no one rushing in the morning to get to school, everyone here at the house flips their schedule and becomes semi-nocturnal, so they go to sleep and wake up almost aligned with me, their choice, I don't force anyone to do anything. I know by August, Chubs will be dying of anticipation as he will be starting in a new school, so there will be the fear and excitement of getting to know a whole new world.
Christmas Eve is the best example of anticipation I can think of, though. Watching both boys work on their Christmas lists when they were younger, the thought of them getting something from Santa that they wouldn't expect. We are pretty much given a window, from the day after Thanksgiving, until Christmas Day to make some magic happen for our loved ones. I may not experience Santa personally, but I still feel warm and fuzzy making my loved ones happy.
I guess anticipation gives things energy, makes them more alive. By thinking about things like Christmas for a month, it becomes a bigger thing. I believe that is why Christmas is the premier holiday. No one loses sleep thinking about Arbor Day (maybe a tree hugger), but I can think back to when I was young and trying to figure out how I could catch Santa in the act. Since I like to be positive, I will say anticipation makes things better. Usually, the rain doesn't live up to the fear the weathermen give us, and that's good. Maybe a vacation should happen in a hurry, we wouldn't want to go thinking that moving permanently to Florida is a good idea, it is called that armpit of America for a reason.
4/17/16 Girlie Moved Out?
Two weeks ago, Girlie asked if she could stay with us for a couple weeks. Her lease with her aunt had ended, and she was going to move in with her folks in a couple weeks when their place was ready. Her folks have been staying with an aunt which is fine, if not super crowded. After coming back from South Carolina, they were a little shocked to see how much prices have escalated here, but ultimately found a 4 bedroom apartment for $1400/month.
Yesterday, she was telling me how much she loves living in our house. It is quiet, there aren't a bunch of kids running around screaming. She gets home after work and Wife has made dinner and she cooks great stuff. She loves the bed, saying it is so comfortable I sat here when I got home from work and I haven't gotten up, I haven't even changed. She said the last mattress she was sleeping on belonged to her cousin and it felt like sleeping on cardboard over springs. Then Wife was showing her how to use the remote to pull up shows "on demand" which was just blowing her mind.
The guest room downstairs is full of her stuff. This is the second time she has stayed with us. About two years ago she stayed with us for almost two months, after her folks had moved out of state and before her aunt was ready with the place they stayed at. She has always been comfortable with us, and even all the way back to high school, she would walk over here (because we are about across the street from the area high school) and if she brought new friends introduce us to her friends as her aunt and uncle.
We actually have two empty "guest rooms", so having her stay with us would be no problem, but people need to pay rent, and our going rate is too rich for her. My brother stayed with us and he paid $600 which we deemed fair, looking at how much he used to pay for rent ($400), then light, internet, washer/dryer, Wife provided some dinners, and whatever other extras. She was paying $350 with her aunt, which was so low because they were splitting the rent by like 5 people, even if they all didn't have their own rooms.
I have never understood that, as I have always had my own room. I insist my boys not share their bedroom situation ever. Boy moved out, but I only ok'd it when he said he would have his own room and bathroom. He is currently looking for a new place for next year, and I say he needs to have his own room. We need privacy at times throughout the day, and the only way to guarantee that is by having your own room.
We shall see if this arrangement works for them. They are already talking about moving somewhere else in a couple years, which Girlie said she would go with them next time. I find it exhausting to live this way. If you don't put roots down, you never have stability. As much as it sounds exciting to live here and there, I will hold my ground and be a rock for my family, as long as I am needed.
Yesterday, she was telling me how much she loves living in our house. It is quiet, there aren't a bunch of kids running around screaming. She gets home after work and Wife has made dinner and she cooks great stuff. She loves the bed, saying it is so comfortable I sat here when I got home from work and I haven't gotten up, I haven't even changed. She said the last mattress she was sleeping on belonged to her cousin and it felt like sleeping on cardboard over springs. Then Wife was showing her how to use the remote to pull up shows "on demand" which was just blowing her mind.
The guest room downstairs is full of her stuff. This is the second time she has stayed with us. About two years ago she stayed with us for almost two months, after her folks had moved out of state and before her aunt was ready with the place they stayed at. She has always been comfortable with us, and even all the way back to high school, she would walk over here (because we are about across the street from the area high school) and if she brought new friends introduce us to her friends as her aunt and uncle.
We actually have two empty "guest rooms", so having her stay with us would be no problem, but people need to pay rent, and our going rate is too rich for her. My brother stayed with us and he paid $600 which we deemed fair, looking at how much he used to pay for rent ($400), then light, internet, washer/dryer, Wife provided some dinners, and whatever other extras. She was paying $350 with her aunt, which was so low because they were splitting the rent by like 5 people, even if they all didn't have their own rooms.
I have never understood that, as I have always had my own room. I insist my boys not share their bedroom situation ever. Boy moved out, but I only ok'd it when he said he would have his own room and bathroom. He is currently looking for a new place for next year, and I say he needs to have his own room. We need privacy at times throughout the day, and the only way to guarantee that is by having your own room.
We shall see if this arrangement works for them. They are already talking about moving somewhere else in a couple years, which Girlie said she would go with them next time. I find it exhausting to live this way. If you don't put roots down, you never have stability. As much as it sounds exciting to live here and there, I will hold my ground and be a rock for my family, as long as I am needed.
Saturday, April 16, 2016
4/16/16 Some BBQ For The Lady?
Friday was as close to perfect as Central Texas can give you, weather wise. I picked up Chubs and rushed over to our dentist in Southpark Meadows only to find out that is not where we had his appointment today. I had called them to let them know we changed insurance and our current carrier is supposed to still be good, after they called that my insurance was not going to be active. The lady up front was surprised to see us, but they were very pleasant and asked about how Boy's crown was going? I said it was fine and then I remembered Chubs sees a pediatric dentist who knocks him out to do work in his mouth. I had called him the day before, but I called Wife to explain the confusion, she said "oh yeah, they called in the morning, don't worry, they rescheduled for next month." This was not going to dampen our spirits, the dentist is next door to Dunkin Donuts, and Chubs was dying to go in and have a chai tea he has had before. I said fine, and we went in and hung out for a bit. While we sat there, we decided to go walk around Best Buy to burn some time and wait for mama.
Wife finally texted around 5:00pm that she was on her way, and she was urging for some Cooper's Old Time Pit BBQ. We have been dieting hard core, but this sounded like a great idea. As we were deciding this was a great idea and to pick up Boy on way to New Braunfels, Boy actually got home with his basket of dirty clothes and backpack full of homework. I fully expected him to say he was busy, but he said it sounded good and he was hungry. Wife was home at 6:00pm and we promptly got on our way. We got going as part of the rush hour leaving south on I-35, and even if I was excited and Wife was full of storyline from her office, I started fading in the setting sun. Luckily, we stopped in a random gas station in San Marcos, I got a tea, and some Mexican candy consisting of mango in chile and salt, and also a bag of small almonds. The mango was super spicy and it seemed to help me loose my sleepiness. Cooper's was busy, but the line was moving fairly fast and their dining area is very big. We ate as much as we wanted, and even bought a little more to bring back home.
We then had about an hour to go shopping, looking around. There is a new shopping area by the Buc-ee's in New Braunfels, and Wife likes looking at the nick-knacks at Charming Charlie's. We walked around and were quickly disgusted by the swarms of young kids walking around cussing and acting like bad-asses. Most of these were middle school girl "gangs" yelling to each other obscenities which just made me think "y'all are stupid." Just when I had decided the Mexican kids around here suck, plenty of white kids were out over by the Target being just as ignorant and dumb in english. Wife said they were even throwing carts from Target down to roll away. The night was still nice and we were able to walk through these gangs easy enough because they were little girls. I told Wife this place needs an old van with "free candy" parked out here to make the stupid parents wake up and gather their kids. For some reason they have all decided it is ok to let their kids roam freely and annoy the shoppers out here. Nothing a friendly neighborhood rapist/kidnapper to clean up the wanna be ghetto behavior.
We made a final stop at Buc-ee's, filled up with gas, went potty, and drove home. Well, I drove to San Marcos, got sleepy, switched with Wife and she drove us the rest of the way.
Wife finally texted around 5:00pm that she was on her way, and she was urging for some Cooper's Old Time Pit BBQ. We have been dieting hard core, but this sounded like a great idea. As we were deciding this was a great idea and to pick up Boy on way to New Braunfels, Boy actually got home with his basket of dirty clothes and backpack full of homework. I fully expected him to say he was busy, but he said it sounded good and he was hungry. Wife was home at 6:00pm and we promptly got on our way. We got going as part of the rush hour leaving south on I-35, and even if I was excited and Wife was full of storyline from her office, I started fading in the setting sun. Luckily, we stopped in a random gas station in San Marcos, I got a tea, and some Mexican candy consisting of mango in chile and salt, and also a bag of small almonds. The mango was super spicy and it seemed to help me loose my sleepiness. Cooper's was busy, but the line was moving fairly fast and their dining area is very big. We ate as much as we wanted, and even bought a little more to bring back home.
We then had about an hour to go shopping, looking around. There is a new shopping area by the Buc-ee's in New Braunfels, and Wife likes looking at the nick-knacks at Charming Charlie's. We walked around and were quickly disgusted by the swarms of young kids walking around cussing and acting like bad-asses. Most of these were middle school girl "gangs" yelling to each other obscenities which just made me think "y'all are stupid." Just when I had decided the Mexican kids around here suck, plenty of white kids were out over by the Target being just as ignorant and dumb in english. Wife said they were even throwing carts from Target down to roll away. The night was still nice and we were able to walk through these gangs easy enough because they were little girls. I told Wife this place needs an old van with "free candy" parked out here to make the stupid parents wake up and gather their kids. For some reason they have all decided it is ok to let their kids roam freely and annoy the shoppers out here. Nothing a friendly neighborhood rapist/kidnapper to clean up the wanna be ghetto behavior.
We made a final stop at Buc-ee's, filled up with gas, went potty, and drove home. Well, I drove to San Marcos, got sleepy, switched with Wife and she drove us the rest of the way.
Thursday, April 14, 2016
4/15/16 Time Stops For No Man?
Funny how it seems like only yesterday Wife and I were discussing this coming school year when she would be driving a bus on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She worked a lot longer than she thought that she would for her CDL but she finally got it. Now we're sitting discussing the real possibility that she won't be driving it next year. She should have never been assigned the responsibility, really, who takes someone with an administrator background and a Master's degree and assigns them to drive a bus? Anyways, now we are sitting at the tail end of the school year and discussing she only has a handful of times she might drive those students. I think it's cute that they call her Miss Bus Driver.
The same thing goes for Boy, last year I shed a tear or two when he "moved out". He really does get on my nerves sometimes, but I like him at home where we can keep an eye on him and make sure he is eating and sleeping accordingly (I think these are the reasons for his feelings lately, btw). The year was over before we knew it and he came back home for the summer, where I promptly started looking at the calendar after I noticed he doesn't do much around the house. This fall was much easier and this spring even more so. He comes back on the weekends, asks for ridiculous stuff, like lately he wants a new Jeep with 4x4 because they go a lot of places. That is his reasoning. I miss him and I don't. But we are counting down, he'll be back for the summer in a couple more weeks.
Chubs cried and argued that he didn't want to move last year, yet we are a month and a half from him finishing at this school and then he will still have to move to another school. I remember just like a couple months ago dropping him off for kindergarten, and waiting there under a roof every day, getting to know a couple other parents. Now he's one the big kids and this week he has been in charge of putting the US and Texas flags away, taking great pride in them not touching the ground.
I consider myself the backbone of this family, and here I am, still working in the same campus I walked on over twenty years ago (Nov 25, 1995). My company has changed names three times, and my job description has changed about that many times, but I have been here, providing for my people like a father should. I almost wish there was a "how- to- book" on living life. Are we living it correctly? Some people don't have as much, but seem to have all sorts of free time to enjoy themselves. Other people seem to do nothing but party and enjoy themselves. What is the goal for us? I would hate to find out that getting our kids so educated is not the main goal. Preparing them for a successful adulthood has to be one of the "yes" things to do and get done.
The same thing goes for Boy, last year I shed a tear or two when he "moved out". He really does get on my nerves sometimes, but I like him at home where we can keep an eye on him and make sure he is eating and sleeping accordingly (I think these are the reasons for his feelings lately, btw). The year was over before we knew it and he came back home for the summer, where I promptly started looking at the calendar after I noticed he doesn't do much around the house. This fall was much easier and this spring even more so. He comes back on the weekends, asks for ridiculous stuff, like lately he wants a new Jeep with 4x4 because they go a lot of places. That is his reasoning. I miss him and I don't. But we are counting down, he'll be back for the summer in a couple more weeks.
Chubs cried and argued that he didn't want to move last year, yet we are a month and a half from him finishing at this school and then he will still have to move to another school. I remember just like a couple months ago dropping him off for kindergarten, and waiting there under a roof every day, getting to know a couple other parents. Now he's one the big kids and this week he has been in charge of putting the US and Texas flags away, taking great pride in them not touching the ground.
I consider myself the backbone of this family, and here I am, still working in the same campus I walked on over twenty years ago (Nov 25, 1995). My company has changed names three times, and my job description has changed about that many times, but I have been here, providing for my people like a father should. I almost wish there was a "how- to- book" on living life. Are we living it correctly? Some people don't have as much, but seem to have all sorts of free time to enjoy themselves. Other people seem to do nothing but party and enjoy themselves. What is the goal for us? I would hate to find out that getting our kids so educated is not the main goal. Preparing them for a successful adulthood has to be one of the "yes" things to do and get done.
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