Fast Forward...

Well as usual I've been blogging like crazy lately. Let's see, I blogged about growing some stones, my grandparents, and it being that time of the month. I blogged about faith, being a baseball coach, and George Costanza. But since I haven't published anything in forever, you missed out on all the cool ish going on inside my head. So let me recap.

Growing some stones

I'm to nice. It's not like I let people walk all over me, but most of the time, I bite my tongue and don't say what I really want to. Only to later wish I had. In short, I need to grow some stones.  I need to be more assertive and not let people dictate my actions.

My Grandparents

I didn't really know any of my grandparents growing up, and they passed before I had a chance to get to really know them. I'm glad my clowns have awesome grandparents. My parents, as well as my DW's, are awesome for and with our clowns, and I'm so grateful for them. I hope my clowns appreciate it. 

Time of the month

The other day while passing my cubical, a lady co-worker suddenly stops in her tracks and shouts, does anyone have any chocolate? Seriously lady? Hey why don't you just wear a t-shirt with a cool iron-on that says Bleeding Vag Coming Soon. C'mon man.

Faith

I struggle to post anything about my faith, or lack there of, but I find myself blogging about it frequently. I ask a lot of questions. I pose what if scenarios. I never post them though. Maybe deep down I don't want to know the answers? I don't know, maybe it's therapeutic just getting my thoughts out.

Being a Coach

I've learned that I love being a coach. I'm proud of the kids when they play well. I'm happy for my team when we win, and it hurts deeply when we loose. I find myself thinking about individual kids and how to help them get better. More importantly I enjoy teaching them life lessons through sports. I remember every coach I ever had throughout my childhood, and one in particular stands out from the rest. I want to be that coach to some kid.

George Costanza

Daily something happens in my life that I relate to the 90's t.v show Seinfeld. You know the show about nothing. About a month or so ago I stumbled upon the executive bathroom at work. I'm sure you know where this is going. It's clean, well lit, has a full length mirror, and did I mention it's clean. So anyway, there's no rules in the employee handbook that says pee-ons like me can't use that bathroom, I know, I checked. So now I use it all the time. What's the worse that can happen, right? 

So there you have all my latest unpublished posts in a nut shell.

J-Tony

Doing Drugs and Kissin' with Tongue...

I think that one of the biggest responsibility of a dad is being able to teach. My father was and is a great provider, but let's just say he was a little light in the teaching department. Oh sure he had his ways, you know like slappin' the shit out of you when you messed up. But that was after the fact. He didn't exactly teach as we went along.

I try to make it a point to teach my kids. To talk to them about life and the decisions we make along the way. 

Growing up and doing drugs

This past weekend I had to run out to get gas for the lawnmower so the oldest clown went with me. It's about a 15 minute drive into town, and I figured it was a perfect opportunity to talk.  No not The Talk, God No. I just mean a time to talk just the two of us.

She's finishing up the fifth grade, and knows way more than I did at her age. She's smart, and beautiful, and it won't be much longer before the pressures of school start to creep into her daily life.

We talked about the pressures kids face in school. Mostly about doing drugs and trying to be popular, things like that. My biggest fear in life, along with spiders, is for one of my clowns to get caught up in drugs. It happens. It happens to good kids with great parents, and great childhoods. And it scares me to death. So we talked about it. Then we took the long way home so we could rock out to some J.T on the radio. Hey, I like a little Suite & Tie, every now and then.

Kissin' with Tongue

We took the clowns out to hunt some mushrooms this past weekend. It was nice out, and while we didn't have much luck with the mushrooms we did have a nice day as a family doing something together. No ipods, no earbuds, and nothing plugged in. Just us and the woods. At one point while the  boy and I were waiting on the ladies to finish in the bathroom he looks over at me and says, Dad, that would be really gross if while you were kissin' somebody, they put their tongue in your mouth.

Father Knows Best

 I love being a dad. I love having conversations, real conversations with my clowns.

With my oldest I told her the truth. How it won't be long until her friends are trying drugs to impress people; boys. And how she would be faced with hard decisions. How I trusted her to make the right choices. How proud of her I was for who she already was, and I knew there was so much more to come. I told her how her mom and I would always be there to help guide her and she could always talk and count on us.

To the boy. I simply told him yes, yes it would be.

Sticks and Stones...

So apparently an Asian lady Hyun Lee, was picking up some pictures at a CVS in southern New Jersey, and whoever was running the register identified her like this on her receipt:

In case you didn't catch it, they identified her as Ching Chong Lee, get it; because she's Asian. OK so apparently Mrs. Lee was so tore up about this "intolerable discrimination" that she is now suing CVS for 1 Miilllion dollars *** Dr. Evil voice

Are you kidding me? A million bucks because somebody put Ching Chong Lee on your receipt? I gotta say, I'm offended that this lady was offended. What ever happen to Sticks and Stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me?

This is exactly what's wrong with society today. Everybody is to sensitive. And seriously a million dollars because Beavis or Butthead called her a name.

Well, I for one say thank you Ching Chong Lee for the rising prices at CVS. Enjoy your Yen or whatever.