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April 28, 2004


Have you ever really liked to do something that, after doing it for a while, you have figured out that you really aren't that good?

I don't normally air my pity parties out in such a public forum, but this one is on my mind and I really want to post tonight.

I really like Tae Kwon Do and I try to go as much as possible. I think I am pretty good at certain things. My kicks are what are holding me back. They just aren't all that good.

As with any pity party, now it is time for me to make excuses...

I think part of my problem is that I am overweight. Oh, lets face it... I am fat. I am working on it, so I hope that I can get past that.

Another part of my problem is that I don't practice outside of class. Misty comes home and practices, usually when I am surfing the Internet.

Anyway... I think I am done with my pity party now.

Now back to work on getting my kicks fixed.

April 20, 2004

There Is Hope!

There is hope that Noah may be potty trained yet.

While I was fixing dinner tonight, Noah came running past me and yelled that he needed to go potty.

He went in to the bathroom and closed the door. I just let him go. I figured that he knows enough about what to do without my help.

A couple of minutes later, Noah started yelling that he wanted my help. I went to the bathroom and tried to get in. He had locked the door. Not unusual for him. This kid really likes his privacy.

I picked the lock and opened the door. Noah was sitting backwards on the toilet. It is just easier for him that way.

I asked him what he needed and he told me that he needed me to wipe his butt because he just got done pooping. I can't tell you how proud that I was.

OK. Not all that much, but I am seeing an end to diapers.

After I did what I had to do, Noah told me that he didn't want to wear a diaper again. He ran upstairs and grabbed a pullup and put it on. I was overjoyed.

Then he promptly peed in it.

And my hopes were crushed.

April 14, 2004


I read a story today that made me do some thinking. The story was about a man who woke up on Easter morning to the sound of his son struggling in his room. When he went in there, he found a man in his 8-year-old son's room. The homeowner proceeded to beat the living crap out of the guy that was in there. First he hit him with a dumbbell. When that didn't work, he proceeded to beat him with a golf club, which broke. Then he pulled out another golf club, which also broke. Lastly, the guy found a fireplace poker and bent it over the guy's head. The man, being drunk and feeling nothing, finally left the house to wander around the neighborhood before being picked up by the police.

First off, I think that this guy got off lucky... He is still alive. I think if I found anyone in my house in the middle of the night that doesn't belong here, I am going to come out swinging. It might be my fist or my foot. It might be a baseball bat. Either way, my goal is going to be to protect my family and if you are in my house unannounced, I am going to do anything that I can.

Secondly, I hope that this guy gets the book thrown at him. Although I don't know how much it will help... a dumbbell, two golf clubs and a fireplace poker didn't do anything. Nevertheless, I hope its bad for him.

Lastly, I hope the homeowner doesn't get sued or arrested for smacking the guy around. I know to a normally intelligent person, his actions were completely justified, but I'm not sure that judges and juries out there are always all that intelligent.

So, let this stand as your warning. Don't come in to my house in the middle of the night unannounced... Your head may start to look a lot like a baseball.

April 13, 2004

The Eyes of a Child

I have always heard that the world is an entirely different place when viewed through the eyes of a child.

In the past couple of days, I have wondered what Noah had been seeing.

On Sunday, Noah woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It was a little more that waking up on the wrong side of the bed... He basically woke up, chopped the bed up into little tiny pieces, lit it on fire and then danced around it while swearing at me in some foreign language.

It was a bad day.

During that day, I kept asking myself what was Noah seeing? What was he thinking? All I know is that he was feeling a lot of anger and it was all directed at Misty and I.

Anyway, I don't know what Noah saw that day, but I can say one thing... One thing that I didn't want to see was him.

I hate to admit it and I feel guilty that it is the case, but after a couple of hours that day, I had gotten down to my last nerve and I didn't want to listen to, look at or even be near Noah. I had to get away from him. Like I said, it made me feel really guilty, but I just couldn't handle him at all. Misty really took up the slack and made sure that I got a little space during the day. You wouldn't believe how happy I was to see him go to bed that night.

I am really glad that Misty was around that day...

Really glad.