Category: Daily Life

I need David Carradine (first season on Amazon) or Pat Morita (amz) to step into my live and push me around some.

   

A New Day!

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This Morning

Woke at 12:30, 1, 3, 5 and 6:07. Woke in pure unadulterated panic. My fist sore from yesterday. Time to take the kids to the bus stop.

Yesterday

Cathy was gone to pick up Sarah. Amy was playing in Noah’s room. Noah was playing Gameboy in the kitchen. I went downstairs to get the Sizzix and got distracted on the computer. When I came back upstairs Amy was not in Noah’s room. She was not in Sarah’s room. I raced through the house calling her name and could not find her. She did not answer! I called louder and retraced my steps looking high and low and flipping covers. I called to Noah and he said, “She’s in my room!” I told him to help look so he came and stood by my side. No sign of Amy. Panic! No answer. More panic! I told Noah to look elsewhere and he finally called, “here she is!” Amy had stripped and squeezed her feet and bottom completely into the dog water bowl and was tossing the dog food all over the place. Noah should have heard the noise. He gets so caught up in that game that the house could be burning down and he wouldn’t know. I was scared and angry with myself for not watching more closely and I lost a battle with the kitchen cabinet. Wood 1; Fist 0.

Dotster and several other registrars are giving away 25 free 1 year registrations for .info domains. Catch that! 1 year. After that you’ll have to renew or transfer to another registrar so expect to pay $4-15 per domain (that could be 25 times so $100-$375 per year for these “free” domains). I’ve picked up several myself so far. Wonder how much I can sell this microsoft.info for?

Change. Swoon.

Man is blogger ever having problems today!

I’ve been exposed to Wonkette! Interesting reading.

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The kids are off to school. Today is to be action packed. We are in battle mode but we don’t want to be. I hate fighting the school system particularly when it seems like Tommy is not on our side.

Iraq Coalition Casualities Today we will break 1000.

Know a low income family in the US that can’t afford a phone? The FCC can help!

Tommy and I went to his friend’s house to play Dungeons and Dragons. Tommy maintained and was in good control. Only once did he try to sneak up to his friend’s room prompting his friend to ask him not to. He knows better. Overall, an exceptional adventure and an exceptional evening.

I wish I had played Rune Quest more in college.

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Rose at 6:15. Man am I sore!

Took the crew including Molly to the park. Noah had a metal detector in hand, Amy fell asleep in the car, Tommy had his airplane, Sarah had Molly, Cathy had Amy, and I had a mission.

Sarah immediately started to tie Molly up so I took Molly. Tommy and I went off and flew his plane. It worked well until one crash caused the wings to quit opening. One more toy for me to repair.

Amy woke of course and went to declaring all the play ground equipment, “hot!”

Pre-teen Sarah bored quickly and declared, “the mall is more fun than the park.”

Tommy grew weary of shooting a plane in the sky that would not open its wings.

Noah sought Tommy and I out.

Molly got released within the ballfield since it was totally contained but instead of running wildly she stayed by my side. Tommy said, “wee! Look at her. She’s so happy. Look at her run!” This said while she walked slowly toward the gate as if begging to be let out.

We actually had a pretty good time and Molly was so worn out that she slept hard most of the rest of the day.

  

There was a time in my life where anger controlled everything I did. People jumped when I said jump, I motivated myself, things got done, my debt was small and my finances managed. Although angry, these were relatively happy times. I was in control.

I came to a point where my anger was directed inward and I was unhappy with my treatment of others. I went to the mountains and had a long talk with myself. I had several meditations. I participated briefly in non-mainstream religion focused on the earth, spirit and peace. I made a conscious decision to cut anger out of my life completely. I would go with the flow and accept whatever destiny tossed my way.

I also made a decision around this time to quit feverously seeking a mate. I would date and I would date everything with curves that showed the slightest interest. I had a university with somewhere around 16,000 women to conquer and I had the mindset that I would do just that!

Isn’t it funny how when you quit looking for something it comes right to you. In all my times of chasing women, the times they actually desired me the most were the times I didn’t want them.

Enter my first wife. We dated once. On our second date, she was “too tired to drive home” so my roommate and I being incredibly laid back and carefree said the same thing we would say to anyone else, “sure, stay over.” She never went home again. At one point, a week or two later, my roommate and I flat out asked her to go home (we were running out of clothes at an incredible rate). She went home and came right back. It wasn’t long before I was angry again and yelling frequently. At one point she explained, “I communicate by yelling.” The next 7 years of my life would have lots of yelling.

Of late I’ve been biting my tongue so hard that it bleeds and trying my darnest to make sure that I am not unnecessarily outlashing at anyone. Of course I have failures and afterwards I mentally beat myself to a pulp for my weakness. The failures are mostly around the kids and family although I recently flipped a radio station van the bird. Considering that one and perhaps 2 other incidents that I quickly corrected, I can think of almost no road rage in the past many years of my life. I’ve twice been threatened with a gun over road rage incidents in my early 20s – once it took me a couple of minutes to process that the guy was offering to shoot me; the other time I begged him to try.

Since high school drywall has not stood a chance against me except in the rare case that their ally the two by four jumps into the fight. Cider block proves to be a much more worthy adversary but not for lack of trying; fortunately I never broke my hand but I certainly thought I did a couple of times. We have one wall that remains a memorial to such stupidity although I cannot remember if it happened during this marriage or last. I do know that I have had the urge on more than one occasion but I have definitely resisted successfully.

Perhaps I should return to just being an angry person all the time. Happy seems like so much work with so little gain.

Let me be the enemy! My family will rally against me but they will be unified and they will be stronger for it.

I do not like anger.