Maintaining My Sanity, While Channeling My Inner Gallagher...

I want to start off this entry with a big thank you to those of you who took a moment and either commented, dropped me a line, or subscribed to my blog.  I've had a chance to read some of them and get back in touch with a few of you and your ideas will be put into place here in the future.  I still want more feedback though.  I realize that you can't please everyone 100% of the time, and that when all is said and done I'm going to do and write about what makes me happy.  But in that I want to share it with you guys and if I can tackle a topic you're interested in, answer a question, or not talk about my kids too much, I will make every effort to do so.
All that being said, let's knock this entry out..

I feel like a horrible parent...  Caleb has been home now for what seems to be about 27 days in a row from school.  Ok, so actually more like 6 but it feels a lot longer.  He's not one to be shut in for this period of time and my sanity isn't one to take him being shut in for this period of time.  We're in the middle of a ridiculous cold snap here in Michigan and wind chills have been running between 20-50 below zero.  And when it's that cold they automatically call school off.  And he hasn't had school since last Thursday...  I love Caleb, he's a ridiculously smart kid, he's amazingly artistic, and when he picks his moments he can flash a razor sharp wit.  But I feel bad..  I see all these parents on Facebook putting status updates like "Yay! another snow day with my kid!!!" , "So and so doesn't have school again today and I'm pumped!!!"   Meanwhile Father of the Year here answered the phone this morning at 5:45 am to an automated message telling me JPS is closed again today and immediately was like "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"   Maybe it's because I have all 4 boys here, maybe it's because he gets antsy being home this long, I dunno...  But I wake up to the baby yelling like a madman about 8:05 am and I instantly hear Caleb and the twins in the living room fighting.  This is a morning tradition by the way, Caleb I'm pretty sure to some degree is part robot as he NEVER sleeps..  He goes to bed about 8:30-9pm and has been up for the day by 2-3am...  Of course by late afternoon/early evening he morphs into this angry, overly tired, highly emotional monster that will emit screams so piercing dolphins will beach themselves off the coast of Texas, and I'm pretty sure I witnessed a neighbors dog's head explode during one of these outbursts...  He needs to get back to school for his sanity and mine a like.   But I keep telling myself Spring is around the corner and so is baseball.  But that's another entry in itself...

Alex is now 7 months old..  It doesn't seem possible for him to be that old already but he is.  The kid has the biggest cheeks I have ever seen on a baby..  He looks like a real life baby version of Charlie Brown..

Anyway, as he's moved past the 6 month stage we've moved him to baby food.  Not the good kind like Turkey and stuff.  Crap like Sweet Potatoes and Squash, Peas,  things I would never eat in a million years... But we force them on him whether he likes it or not and most times he does not.  Feeding him has become a lot like the scene from Happy Gilmore where he's trying to putt into the clown's mouth...  Sometimes it closes and you miss, other times it's open and you make it in, and other times you make it in, then it spits it back out at you..

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The difference being of course when he spits his food out at us we don't attack him with a putter..  The thought has crossed my mind,but then I realize he's just a baby, and I put the putter away..   It's not that bad feeding him outside of the fact you get a first hand feel for what it's like to be in the front row of a Gallagher show..  I feel like I should come to his feedings wearing a plastic sheet over me.  Whatever happened to Gallagher by the way??  Alex has a strange feeding habit in that he doesn't much care for green vegetables, but will eat orange one's with no problem whatsoever.  The problem with this is that you end up with a baby Oompa Loompa in the process.  They tend to develop an orange tint to their skin.  And he has right now an orange tint to his nose and cheeks...  I desperately want to get him a green wig.  But as we all know Oompa Loompa's are the very thing nightmares are made of..   I think one of my favorite things about feeding him is finding foods he doesn't like..  You haven't seen true funny until you watch a baby dry heave after tasting something they didn't like...  It's comedy gold.   When it stops being fun is when he starts crying.  At first it wasn't bad, when he'd open his mouth to cry you'd jam a spoonful of food in and he'd it eat.  But he has mastered the art of both laughing and crying with his mouth closed which I have to tell you, sucks...  He on the other hand thinks it's hilarious to see us get worked up because he won't eat..   The more I think about it, the more I realize he truly is the puppet master here...  If he doesn't feel like eating he clams up, we see this and go into some odd ball slap stick comedy routine filled with making faces only an overbearing stage mom could appreciate, and noises that usually would indicate some form of mental breakdown...   All the while, he sits there smirking and laughing with his mouth closed...  He's doing it on purpose I'm pretty sure...  We do get our moments though...  He'll be powering through some sweet potatoes and will finish them and we'll hit him with another vegetable like peas, or maybe a fruit like peaches and the look is priceless...  It's like you flipped his little world upside down momentarily.  It's a cross between bewilderment and the very definition of confusion.  It's amazing.  Don't judge me, it's the little things that help us keep it together as parents..  There are 4 of them and 2 of us.. We're out numbered and we know it..  We just hope they never realize that or it's over....

I'll close out this blog with another food related story I briefly touched on in my last blog..  This one involves the twins Josh and Jonah.   We went to dinner with my parents.  It was them, Jill, myself, Caleb, Josh, Jonah, my sister and her two kids.  We had just spent a hellish afternoon trying to do family pictures.  Which was a lot like trying to wrangle cats.  We get done and agree to go the Spartan Hall of Fame Cafe in Lansing.  We get there, get our table, and wait forever for a waitress to come acknowledge us.  And what happens when you ask little kids (I think they were either 1 or 2) to sit for an extended period of time?  They don't...  So the waitress comes, takes the order, and leaves and it's another extended period of time because they're busy.  The boys being boys are done.  So they start fussing and fidgeting.  In an attempt to quiet them I hand them spoons to play with.. The mindset what "oh look, shiny.."   Well, that worked for about 5 minutes until it turned into light drumming on the table, then on their plates.  Mind you, we were isolated from most of the room.  There was a couple about 50-60 feet away.  And nobody seemed to mind the boys impromptu drum solos...  That is until the waitress returned to our table with appetizers.  She leans in and says to us "the couple over there complained that your boys are being too loud."  I of course immediately look over at their table and the lady is looking at us, see's me look at her and looks down at her food.  I never got their names, so we'll call them The Von Yuppington's.  They were very yuppyish...  Ok..  there's one of two ways I could have handled this...   1. The high road, quiet the kids down, do my best to keep them quiet, quickly get through the meal and leave.  or 2. Stare at them a lot, shake my head at them whenever they look and make it known we know it was them who whined to the waitress...  I took option 2... I'm not proud of this.  But come on..  Our kids weren't hurting anyone..  So I immediately stare at their table until they look again and I shake my head..  She says something to her husband who turns and looks and I look at him too.  He turns back around and continues with his fruity drink..  So we've established I'm unhappy and know the Von Yuppington's are the one's who did it.   If I had been thinking clearly at this point I would've asked the waitress what the lady was drinking and sent her a drink with a note that says "hopefully this will loosen you up enough for the stick to fall out of your butt.."  But I didn't think of that until we were leaving :(
Anyway, so we kinda kept the boys in line for dinner, we weren't breaking our backs trying, just shushing them half halfheartedly.  We finish up and get ready to leave, I give the boys spoons and let them drum as we're getting coats on and I may or may not have drummed a little while looking at their table..  Again, childish?  Yes...  But, you only live once right?  And who are they to complain when there were other kids in the place being every bit as loud?  It was ridiculous and I stooped to their level instead of being the bigger person.  But sometimes it's more fun that way.

Anyway.  Keep the comments, suggestions, subscriptions coming in!!  Take full advantage of all the options on the right hand side.  My posts will be about more than just my kids I promise, just lately they've given me a lot of material to work with..  I'll write about whatever gives me material to use.

Until next time,

Be Well.....

Art Class, New Ideas, and Changes

Hey all!  I'm not quite sure if this posting deal is going to be whenever I feel the tug to blog, or, if I should try to get myself on some kind of regiment and deadline myself to come up with something weekly or sooner.  Anyway, this blog is going to be a mash up of ideas, events, and happenings over the past week since I last blogged.  There is going to be a lot of information to process and it's going to come at you rather quickly so grab a drink, strap on your helmet (and bib) and let's do this.....  BTW, this could be a pretty lengthy blog as well..  Just giving you a heads up...

First things first...  There are some major changes to my blog, but not so major that you might not notice unless I tell you... Maybe they're not that major then..  But they are important!  The look of the blog is relatively still the same, but, there are some options along the right side of the blog that may make it easier for you to follow and read my blog if you so desire.  Here are the additions to the blog:

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But those are the changes to my blog.  Hopefully to make your life and reading about my life a little easier for you.  Because I'm all about making your life easier.

With that being said there is one other major idea I've had recently and I want to bounce it off you guys.  I have had an increase in traffic to my blog recently which I love and appreciate all who have stopped by.  And I've had a couple of people tell me I should look into writing a book.  And that idea has stuck with me and embedded itself into my brain.  It wouldn't be a novel or anything because the world has enough trashy, smutty, western robot erotica and stuff.   If I were to attempt this, it would be a book consisting of a collection of stories or essays about my life as a parent of four boys, their exploits, my life experiences, with touches of sarcasm sprinkled in here and there.  Basically I would be taking this blog and some of my entries and turning them into a book.   I like to share the stories of living with four boys and tell it with humor, sarcasm and honesty.  And I would like to share it on a larger scale if possible.  I know the process is difficult and that realistically I'd have a better chance of waking up with a six pack (not beer) and look like Mark-Paul Gosselaar or Kirk Cameron or whomever you crazy kids are hanging posters of on your wall from TigerBeat Magazine than to have my book published.  But, I also feel that if I didn't explore that avenue and see what I could do then it would be a "what if" for me.  So what do you think?  Do you think it's something I should or should not pursue?  You can use that nifty Contact Me option on the right hand side to share your thoughts with me.

Alright,  That in itself should have been a blog...  But now, we'll get down to business with the actual blog.. So here.we.go.

Caleb had his second art class this past Saturday.  For those of you who didn't read the last blog (and you should have by now, if not, stop immediately, go back, read ALL my blogs leading up to this one.. We'll all wait for you to catch up....)  I was subjected to what could only be described as an assault from a Stage Mom..  Ok, so assault may be a little strong of a word but she did make her 6 year old daughter go through all the ranges of emotion for MY benefit, to show me what a good little actress she is and that she is her mom's meal ticket out of Jackson and onto bigger and better things..  Hey, I couldn't make this up if I tried. Those were the actual words out of the mother's mouth.  She has all her hopes and dreams pinned on the shoulders of her 6 year old..  Anyway, back to this past Saturday.  I was sitting in a different spot this time, after surveying the empty room I strategically picked what I thought was the best space to be left alone.  It was sitting at a table, far side of the room, not in the path of major foot traffic or overbearing stage mom's who feel the need to share their kids facial expressions with me. I brought my Droid phone with me this time so that I can pretend to be doing important things like ignoring overbearing stage mom's ( I know, go ahead and judge me for being one of those people who would rather bury their face in a phone looking down than to talk to others).    So I take my seat, pull out my phone, set my coffee in front of me and pray for time to fly.  Not more than 5 minutes later I hear her voice, and I know it's her because that voice has been burned into my brain. I cringe and immediately start playing on my phone like I'm attending to important business, if you call playing Angry Birds- Star Wars Edition important business...   Only this time the lady has brought an entourage with her trailing behind the 6 year old like she's Beyonce.  And where do they stop and set up camp for the next 10 minutes??  If you guessed directly across from me at my table you'd be correct...   Out of ALL of the 8 tables, 2 benches, and circle of 8 chairs in the room, all of which were empty, they come directly to MY TABLE...  There are about 6 of them this time.  Not wanting to be a complete roach (although I desperately wanted to ignore their existence, or even make them disappear) I look up from my phone quickly to give a polite smile and a "good morning".  Then directly back to my phone..  Not so fast.... The lady again mistakes my politeness as an invitation to over share and over step social boundaries.  Instead of returning with a "good morning" and going about her business of overbearing stage mom, she instead decides to fill me in on who all the people were and why they're there....   I got to meet her brother and his wife, her sister, her auntie, her mom and a family friend.. I got names of all of them but didn't care enough to commit them to memory, I was too busy contemplating the survival percentages of throwing myself out the 2nd story window at that point.   I was then informed that they were all there to see their little princess act and light up the stage in the room.  After forcibly holding back a dry heave, I again politely smile and say to the little girl "looks like you have a good fan base already, that's awesome."   I know the little girl isn't at fault, but this is a learned behavior and she will turn into a monster of her mothers creation.  Where every church function, school play, etc will be a "performance" and despite the fact she's a TREE in the play with no lines, she will be the main focus because her mother has taught her that she is so.  But I digress, the people around her although nice enough and friendly enough people are only helping to fuel this transformation from innocent little girl into an attention seeking monster.   Luckily this week I was spared the facial expression obstacle course and after small talk that seemed to drag on for weeks they finally all got up, put her back on her pedestal and carried her into acting class.

Ok, that was painful, but it was over.  A quick glace at the time shows it's 10:20 am..  40 more minutes.  But it should be a quiet 40 minutes spent sipping coffee and playing Angry Birds...  Again, I'm wrong... So terribly wrong....   As in walks a father, his daughter, and his two sons who can only be described as a cross between the Tasmanian Devil from Bugs Bunny, Screech from Saved By The Bell, and Satan...  The daughter runs immediately to her class, the dad and two boys take up camp across the room from me about 60 feet away.  Ok, cool, I can handle this, they'll be down there to themselves, and despite the fact they make more noise than 2 dolphins in a dryer full of rocks, I can still just play my game and drink my coffee..   But demon spawns 1 and 2 had other ideas for my time.   They for the first 5 minutes stay by dad.  Then slowly I notice them inching their way down towards me.  Next thing I know, they are directly in front of me.  One is standing on a chair, the other is trying to kill him I believe.  This goes on for about 2-3 minutes with them yelling and knocking over chairs.  Meanwhile, dad is sitting at the other end of the room one can only assume dying laughing in side because his kids are bothering someone else and not him and he finally has a moment of peace..  He's making NO attempt to stop, deter, or tranquilize his kids.  I keep looking at my phone and then there's silence...  I'm thinking they must have rendered each other unconscious.  So I look up from my phone and immediately almost have an accident in my pants, as one of them is standing no more than 3 feet from me just staring at me..  How long had he been standing there?  I have no clue, but he's just standing there staring at me and I'm pretty sure he's trying to steal my soul.  The other brother is sitting in a chair across from me also staring... Great..  The boy standing then walks over and is standing directly next to me completely invading my personal space and looking at my phone.  He then says "what games ya got on your phone?"   My first instinct is to pie face the kid away from me because any closer and he'd be wearing my shirt with me.  I say "I've got a few, Angry Birds, some baseball games, nothing big."   He nods and continues to stand there, the level of awkwardness sky rocketing to everyone in the universe buy him.  After a few minutes of this he finally slinks away.  His brother lingers a minute longer before being called away by his brother.  The hole time I'm sitting there I know the dad can see and hear these guys...  Yet makes NO attempt to corral them, call them away from me, or anything.  I mean for all the dad knows I could be some ax wielding child killer and he was content to let his kids hang around me.  So thankfully the little demons stayed down by their dad for the remainder of the time I was there.  I did see them however impose their will upon another small boy of 3 who came with his mom to pick up his sister.  They immediately without knowing or even asking the boys name take him by the hand and lead him all over the room, the boy clearly wants to watch what they're doing but does not want to play.  So he finally breaks free and with all the will of a hostage who's escaped their captor runs to his mother and clings to her leg.

All in all I really do like to just sit and people watch.  I don't know what it is about people but I could be content to grab a coffee, find a place to sit in the middle of a mall (preferably one of those soft chairs) and just watch the people walk by.  I can do that to a degree in Caleb's art class.  It's almost like some kind of social experiment in Parenting.  You see all kinds of parents walk by during that hour that I'm there.  From the parents who truly support their children and want nothing more than to see them happy and succeed.  To the parents who are hanging unfulfilled hopes and dreams on their child with the hopes of the child leading them onto bigger and better things.  To parents who seem to have a general disregard for others and let their kids run amok and figure as long as they're alive and something isn't burning down then all is well...  I know I fall somewhere in the middle of it all.  I generally want my son to be happy and to be successful, I don't have any aspirations of him using his talent to benefit myself.

It is at times difficult to contain your children 100%.  Especially if you're in a situation where they have you in a 3 on 1 disadvantage.  Because they know they have the advantage, and they can smell fear...  In that instance your best bet is to nip the one acting out the worst and pray the other two don't maim or kill anyone or set anything ablaze.  But when I was doing deliveries there were people who would let their kids crawl behind a washing machine with me when there was barely room for my thoughts back there.  And this little kid then proceeds to start punching and grabbing me.  All the while the parent is on the other side of the washer laughing and saying such helpful things as "looks like you've made a new friend" or "someone isn't being shy around you."   Meanwhile, I'm showing all the restraint in the world not to launch little Billy over the washer at his mom or stuff little Dakota in the dryer to test it out..  It's inconsiderate and dangerous.  I don't know if anyone reading has ever taken a 220 volt zap before. But it's a less than pleasurable experience. A 110v can make muscle contract and hold, a 220v can and has put me on my butt.  Usually resulting in tingling of that hand, arm, fingers, for awhile after depending on how bad you get it.  I've had marks left on my hands from them.  And unless you want to risk frying your precious little one, step in and take them out of the room.  I'm more than happy to goof around and be punched when I'm not at risk of serious injury.. Call me crazy...

Like I said in my last blog.  I'm not a perfect parent.  I've made everyone's fair share of mistakes.  From hitting my kids heads on doorways as I carry them through, to giving my son a bloody nose with an unintentional head butt to the face.  And in my next blog I'll give you an instance where we were almost ask to leave due to the twins being little boys times 2....

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Be Well........

Kids... Parenting at the intersection of insanity and life...

Ok, I will preface this blog entry with the statement that I am by NO MEANS a perfect parent...  Heck, most days I'm shocked by dinner time that CPS hasn't shown up and shot me.   I make my fair share of mistakes as a parent... I also make your fair share of mistakes and your friends fair share as well..   I need to be more patient with my kids, I need to be less selfish with my time, I need to learn to control the anger that consumes me when the baby cries, I need to learn to curb the sarcasm toward the kids cause let's face it, it's wasted on them for two reasons.. 1. They don't get sarcasm, and 2. I waste some of my best lines on them and am only met with blank stares or they just turn around and walk away...   But ultimately, I want to curb it so they themselves don't grow up overly sarcastic and learn to lead with their mouth and words instead of their brains.  And sarcasm as they get older can hurt, unintentional as it may be I have fired a barb or two at my oldest that I could see visibly stung.  I am always quick to correct and apologize.  And I am working on trying to tone it down.

I love my kids.  I would die for them in a heartbeat.  There are days I feel like I might hesitate on that last statement but push come to shove I wouldn't think twice.  For those of you who might be first time readers I have 4 boys.  The oldest is 9, he has ADHD, and he has learned to push every button and play every key on me like his name was Mozart..  He is both the funniest and most aggravating child I've ever known.  He's so smart, he's artistically talented and the most stubborn child I've ever met.  Headstrong as the day is long he will fight you to the death even if he knows he's wrong.  He could tell you grass is pink and would go blue in the face arguing it.  I have identical twins who are 4.   Days are never dull with them around.  They have the most bizarre humor, they are sensitive to others, they are high strung, and they live life at 100 miles per hour. And finally there's Alex.  He's 7 months old and is still developing his personality.  He laughs like a 400lb man which makes any day great.

Let me start my story this past Saturday...  I took my son to his first art class at the old Jackson Armory.  It's an hour long so I decided to just stick it out and wait out in the waiting area by myself.  I'm sitting there minding my business when a lady and her 6 year old daughter come in.  They also have acting classes, dance classes and stage classes at this place.   The WHOLE room is empty with chairs everywhere so of course they sit down right across from me.  The mother is as silent as Gilbert Gottfried with a megaphone, telling her daughter she's talented, pretty, and going to be a great actress..  Great, I'm all for positive reinforcement..  But she must have been waiting for me to look up.. I did, I made eye contact with her and smiled which turned out to be a big mistake.  This gesture of politeness was apparently mistaken as a green light to start what would become the longest, most awkward 10 minutes of my life.   She says my daughter (says her name at this point but I don't remember what it is) is 6 and she takes acting classes..   I smile politely and nod and say something positive like "that's awesome" or something.   And I'm thinking "ok, that's over, let's all just move on in silence."  Wrong.....  The lady then says "she's gonna be my meal ticket out of here, out of Jackson, and onto better things. Aren't ya baby?"  I look up expecting to see her smiling and joking.  But no, this lady was serious.. dead serious...  She's looking at me with a serious expression and says "she's gonna get us outta here, she's a great little actress."   Then if that wasn't awkward enough she calls the little girl over and says "baby, show him how good you are."   She then proceeds to send this little girl through a gauntlet of facial expressions and emotions for my benefit..   "Alright baby, happy face... sad face... angry face.... surprised face... be excited...  can you cry baby?   Can you cry when asked?"   At this point I'm waving a mental white flag because I've had enough..  There is a 6 yr old girl across from me who is trying to cry and has this look on her face like she's deep in thought and/or constipated...  After about 15-20 seconds the girl goes "I can't mamma."   The mom just chuckles and looks at me like I'm supposed to analyze and critique her "performance."   I just smile and go "wow, she is pretty good..."  All the while thinking.. My kids do this all the time and you're paying for her to do this?   And I feel bad for this little girl because you can just feel the hopes and dreams of her mother on her little shoulders.  And that this is most likely more for her mother than anything else.  Sadly, I have seen this a lot since I've become a parent.  Parents placing their unfulfilled hopes and dreams on their children.    And to a further degree I can almost understand it.  I wanted Caleb to love baseball with the same passion I had for it.  Only I wanted him to be better than I was and go further than I did.  And so when he decided to play baseball I was excited, then when I saw that baseball didn't come to him like it did to me and that he was losing interest I wanted to push and keep him playing.  But he made it clear that baseball isn't for him.  And he doesn't intend on playing anymore.  Who's to say he won't when he gets older, but I would be willing to bet that he will never play again.

And that's ok.   Yes, it took me some time to accept this and there may have been times of openly weeping and questioning whether or not he's really my son (not really)...  But he's found his passion and it's art.  The kid can draw like no other 9 year old I've ever met.  And so we'll cultivate that and run with it instead.   But I would never put my future happiness on his art as my "ticket to better things."  Hopefully it is for him, but there is nothing in it for me other than seeing him happy doing something he loves.   Who is to say what the other three boys might get into...  They might be golfers or runners.  Things I never did.  And that's ok.  Would I like to see one of my son's take to baseball as I did.  You bet I would... But my world isn't going to end if that doesn't happen.

What makes parents push their kids, or put their kids on pedestals?   For every kid I have watched who naturally picks up a sport or music, or art.  There is a parent who makes their little one sing the same song over and over to whomever crosses their path.  Or makes them perform acting exercises for complete strangers thinking their kid is head and shoulders above all the rest.  When really this is all the person is thinking.....

It's almost like the parent has lost touch with reality.  Or that they're trying to make their lives out to be more than they are.  Who knows...  I know of people who I'm pretty sure would be willing to bet their kids can in fact walk on water.   And the kids in all of this are being taught they're better than everyone else, that they can do no wrong, and next you know they have this tragically heightened sense of entitlement and are monsters created by their parents.

Which goes into my last issue and that's kids today are too coddled.  What I mean is that there is no room for failure, no lessons for failure and overcoming it.  There are no lessons in disappointment.  In learning that life will throw you curve balls and that you won't always get your way.  Today it's "everyone wins, there are no losers."   "Everyone gets a trophy, medal, award..."   "No cuts sports programs."   I have issues with all of these things.   Here is the part where I turn into a 75yr old man, hitch my pants, shake my fist, and talk about things back in my day...   I'm not that old.. I'm 36, and even when I was in school there were cuts made to make teams.  I was cut from a 13-14 yr old traveling baseball team.  I was devastated, I literally wanted to quit baseball, but you know what?  I learned to deal with the disappointment, and ultimately used that feeling of being cut and devastated to make me work harder to make it the next season.  I was never cut from a team after that because I didn't want to feel that feeling of failing again.  Michael Jordan was cut from his basketball team and used it as motivation to succeed in the future.

But today, sports teams are all "no cuts" so there are no hurt feelings, there is no disappointment, everyone makes it so that no one feels left out.  Then they take it a step further and make these rules that "everyone must play."  I realize in high school the main point isn't winning but learning to play as a team, have fun, learn the game, and become better at it.   But winning is in there too.. No body plays to lose, no one goes into the season saying "I don't care if we go 0 and 20 as long as everyone plays and has a good time.."   No, everyone wants to win...  And the only way to have fun, and win is by fielding the best team possible.  Not playing kids that would have otherwise been cut from the team.  But that's too much of a risk to take because someone might have a case of the boo hoo's if they don't make it.  So now, everyone is special and as Syndrome said in The Incredibles...  "When everyone's super, no one is."

Don't get me wrong.  I love kids, not in a windowless van, free candy kind of way.  But kids seem to generally like me.  But we're setting them up for a huge reality check when they leave high school or college. And they find out they've been handed everything and never disappointed. And they don't know how to cope with that because they've never had to deal with it.  There is a study that said today's kids deal with a higher level of anxiety and mental stress than patients did in mental asylums in the 1950's.  We can't possibly be helping them by hiding them from life and disappointment.  Or am I off?

Sorry this entry isn't nearly as humor filled as they normally tend to be, just been thinking about this since I was subjected to the child screen test Saturday..

Until next time...

Be Well...

Bonding Time With My Doctor..... *Warning, Graphic Content*

Ok, so it's been awhile since I last blogged.  I don't know why honestly, I like blogging and I have plenty of ideas on things to blog about.  I guess it's making time and that funny thing called being a dad to 4 kids that has kept me away.  I want to make a sincere attempt to blog more in 2014.   I have 4 little walking blog subjects walking around this house at any given time.  Some of the things that are said by them and their actions alone are worthy of a blog.

That being said, I'll dive into yesterday.  But I'll start with the back story.  I know I posted a warning for graphic content, but there really won't be any.  Maybe some borderline over share, but nothing graphic and I won't go into details.  

So I've been experiencing pain in my lower extremities for about a month.  Given my family history of prostate cancer, bladder cancer, etc..  I was pretty concerned.  I know I'm only 36 but cancer knows no age and really doesn't care how old you are.  So after some putting off I finally made the doctor appointment to go figure out what is going on.

I go in yesterday, go through the motions of a normal doctor appointment, pulse, blood pressure, temp, etc...  Then the nurse asks me to tell her in detail what's wrong, where it hurts, and what not..  I instantly am uncomfortable.. I mean I can tell my doctor with a minimal amount of being uncomfortable, but this is a female nurse whom I've never seen in my life.  So I proceed to stammer and stumble over my words as I awkwardly tell her what's going on.  I'm pretty sure at that point she thought my main problem was being mentally challenged.  If ever there was a moment where the awkwardness was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife, it was yesterday..  So we stumble through that like a drunken rhino in a china shop and she tells me that the doctor will be in shortly.  Ok, cool, the doctor and I have a good relationship, he knows all about me, my family history, and even about my time in wrestling.

Doc comes in and shakes my hand, sits down on his rolling stool and wheels over to me.  Asks me to explain again what's going on.  I tell him with a minimal amount of discomfort.  He types some stuff into his laptop and sets it aside along with his professionalism at that point and says "drop your drawers man."   What?  Drop your drawers man???   That kinda threw me a little...  So reluctantly I did, we go through the exam, he says he doesn't think it's cancer as he doesn't find any indicators.  I'm relieved to say the least, he takes off his gloves and I start to pull up my pants and he says "not so fast buster, we need to check that prostate while we're here..."    Instantly all I could think about is....

So, he asks if I have any allergies to anything like latex, etc..  I with as much humor as a man with his pants around his ankles can muster tell him I am in fact allergic to prostate exams....  He chuckles slightly and says "ok, over the table, rest on your elbows.."    Great... Here we go.. No small talk,  no buying me dinner first, just hit the table fatty....    So I do, with the feeling one can only assume one has his first night and shower in prison...  And he goes "oops, gonna be a sec, can't find what I need here..."  So here he is rummaging through the drawers in the room like he's lost his car keys.  Meanwhile, I'm leaning over the table exposed to the world in what can only be described as the most vulnerable of positions.  And he STOPS what he's doing and goes "good time for me to not be able to find what I need while you're standing there with your pants around your ankles..."   Really?!?!?  I hadn't noticed slappy..  I do this all the time really..  Take your time... Open the door if you want to, invite some people in to chat whilst you continue your search for the holy grail in those drawers..   Not the time to be joking in my opinion, I wanted nothing more than to turn around and punch him in the neck.  But a move like that and I'd most likely have sprawled out on the cold tile floor.  So I held my position for what I believe was 2 hours.  He finally goes "alright, we're good, are you ready?"  Am I ready??  Like I'm going to giggle and go "yes, please."  No, I'm not ready, a 90 day notice would not be enough time to be ready..    So needless to say I was violated and all tests came back good.  Minus the 90 minutes I spent at home after ward sitting, silently sobbing under a running shower as I hugged my knees and rocked gently.   So finally the exam is over and I get to pull up and be fully dressed again.  There is an awkwardness to our conversation after this.  He tells me that he doesn't think it's cancer, which was the important thing to me.  So we finish up and he extends his hand to shake mine.  I hesitate briefly like Hulk Hogan to look around for crowd approval.  I thought maybe I'd get a hug at least.  I mean that's a pretty special bond you create with a doctor in a moment like that.  But alas, I just shake his hand and run to my car with tears welling up in my eyes...  

Not a banner day for me but I guess the outcome could have been a lot worse.  I'm thankful that the possibility of cancer has been ruled out.  I'm not looking forward to that age where you have to have that done yearly.  But hey, the sun is out today, that is now all in the past, and with some therapy I will be good as new in no time...

I will hopefully be updating this blog more frequently from now on.  Even if it's just weird random rambling, kinda like what most of my blogs are.  Hope you enjoyed a little look into my life.  Just be thankful that look wasn't as detailed as the one the doctor had yesterday.  Think he'll bill me for his therapy??

Until next time, be well...