Doodling hardcore

My son does not love reading.  I blame myself.  I should have read more to him as a child.  His new school has mandatory reading of 150 minutes per week.  They don't even care what he reads.  He still fights it.  I need to get over to Half Price Books and let him pick out some new material.  I found out tonight that his teacher gave him a book of Mr. Edgar Allen Poe and my son struggled for two hours to read a story and didn't even understand it at the end.  He could not begin to tell me what it was about.  Age clouds memory, but I still remember being more literate at that age and I trust that memory. 

Hm.

Perhaps it is not a bad thing that he doesn't read much.  I think part of the reason my mind is so warped is all the stuff I read as a kid.  I used to read Stephen King's works, among others.  Good stories full of all kinds of stuff...and I'm not just talking scary, gory, stuff.  Oh no, murder, pooping, homosexuality, spousal abuse, sex, infections, mutations, late-blooming telekinetics, you-name-it...  I wasn't allowed to watch tv if one of my parents didn't turn it on, but I could read anything I wanted.  I like to think I'm smarter for it, but who knows at this point? 

Yeah so...  Life is good.  I'm working on making more dinners at home.  It's cheaper and whatnot.  Plus we talk more at home.  Although since I thought Alex had football, I didn't defrost anything so we went to Spring Creek cuz we had a coupon.  But if you have a quick, easy recipe or something to go in the Crock Pot, let me know. 

Work is work.  Overall, good things are happening for the company.  Also, there are fewer moments of frustration.  Leland is my role model.  I think I may have aimed too high, but I keep trying.  His patience and people skills elude me.  I still call people crackheads and allude to their ability to qualify for the Special Olympics.  But, I'm getting better at not responding to pissiness with pissiness.  I have not perfected it, but I manage more often than not.  Although last week and the week before my back was spasming and I had bolts of pain through my hips so I may not have been Mary Sunshine for a while there.  I'm a work in progress--that's the story of my life, but it's an  interesting story and the plot twists are endless.  Honestly, I've been trying to be good.   I even made it into the offfice on time twice last week.   Leland keeps working his ass off with payoffs coming slow...like years after step 1, but he stays positive.  I'll take a page from his book.  Hell, if he ever writes a book, I may be the one to type it so I'll just keep a copy.

Football is the center of our lives.  I accept this with various emotions on any given day.  The trip from Dallas to Grapevine to Irving 3 times a week gets annoying, but my baby loves it and he's really good this year so I suck it up. Today's scrimmage was cancelled due to the rain.  Last year we practiced in the rain all the time unless there was lightning.  The IBFA keeps cancelling it for all the teams when it so much as drizzles.  I wonder if someone got sick last year.  I bet some kid practiced in the rain and his parents didn't make him take a warm shower and he got bronchitis.  Then his parents complained and threatened a lawsuit.  Maybe they even got a non-disclosed settlement as hush money.  Yup.  I make stuff up.  Usually I keep it to myself or bother Chris with it, but hey, you're here so I may as well share.  Don't get me started on the Frio River on the way to Laredo....

I finally got the disk from the photographer with the wedding pictures.  That woman took 2,000 photographs.  I shit you not.  One day I'm going to get prints done and mail some to you.  Until then...

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