tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65839755498105392722024-02-07T06:20:28.631-06:00I ain't Cliff Huxtable!All the ups and downs of being the father of a pre-teen who doesn't like me and I can't say whether or not I like her either. The police are on speed dial on my phone and CPS is on speed dial on hers. One way or another, we are going to make this thing work!fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-42436448534249394282013-04-04T15:40:00.000-05:002013-04-04T15:40:22.848-05:00"The U"<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know some of you saw the title of this post and immediately thought of the Miami Hurricanes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some of you had thoughts of Michael Irvin, Warren Sapp, or even The Rock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well my friends, I am not even almost talking about that famous Florida university.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I am talking about school.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As is my hope, all of you who read this attended some version of elementary or middle school during your time on earth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During your time there, you were graded on conduct as well as your grades.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your grades ranged from A to F.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“A” being the best and “F” being the worst.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Conduct was based on a scale of E to U.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“E” being the best and “U” being the absolute worst.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Basically, a U was like the equivalent of having a 50 for the semester.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It means you went out of your way to be a complete a**hole and disruption to the class.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, all of that said will now bring me to my point….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">How in the hell does a 12 year old child get a U?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m just saying.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I check lil mama’s grades periodically and this fool has a U.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell, she got a U on her damn report card.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m still trying to figure out what the hell she had to have been doing to get a U.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are more than a few educators in my life and ALL of them acknowledge that getting a U is almost impossible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It means that you are in class slapping kids, watching porn, cooking dope, and making moonshine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I mean seriously, you have to be doing some ratchet things to get a damn U.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGszIiqYAshx0IL-tNfZj3kVWoEUsXzjVW1eJ0J-m6tzxpyYFxV8u-dvcqjRU0nWA2RqYxjBCMvv41epKuCTg5mAan0l0IUietdKTmJRRCAu-L7v1S6f_8pV1i72bmJiBkPDPCmTrHGyY/s1600/Robin+Harris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mta="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGszIiqYAshx0IL-tNfZj3kVWoEUsXzjVW1eJ0J-m6tzxpyYFxV8u-dvcqjRU0nWA2RqYxjBCMvv41epKuCTg5mAan0l0IUietdKTmJRRCAu-L7v1S6f_8pV1i72bmJiBkPDPCmTrHGyY/s1600/Robin+Harris.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Speaking of ratchet, why in the hell does my kid insist on trying to be ratchet?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Does she have some ratchet ways and or tendencies, of course.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Does she see ratchet behavior from time to time, you bet she does.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, you’re a spoiled brat who would be scared of your own shadow in a well lit room, full of people, with a gun in hand and a police officer by your side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ma’am, sit yo wanna be hood a** down somewhere and learn something!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This little girl has me HOT!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On top of the fact that you at school doing God knows what, the U that you have managed to get has a direct correlation to the poor grades you’re receiving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Keep yo mind in them books and off them <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>gals” (in my Robin Harris from House Party voice) Even though I’m pretty damn sure here quick, not fast, a** is thinking about a damn boy that probably can’t even read!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Okay, I digress y’all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went off the radar with my blogging a while back because things happened and lil mama doesn’t live with me anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I won’t go into that but I would split her head down to the white meat if she was still living with me and acting a fool like that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Note: when she lived with me, her grades and conduct were up to par….just saying) I tolerate a lot of things but being a dummy is something I can’t deal with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know my kid isn’t dumb because of some of extravagant lies she used to tell. (read some of my previous posts and you’ll get it) It’s hard for me to impose my will or be strict from a distance but from what I was told, everything was cool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will fall back and pray that my child doesn’t end up a meth dealer, a female pimp, a circus performer, a crash dummy, or a librarian. (not sure why I added that but librarians are creepy….just sayin) Notice I didn’t say stripper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Strippers make good money and I may need to hit her up for a loan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You never know.</span></div>
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fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-41504911417812761252013-03-20T15:46:00.000-05:002013-03-20T15:46:21.337-05:00Oops I've done it again.....<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s been a REALLY long time since I posted anything as things in the parenting world changed for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the time, I was just going to shut it all down but low and behold, I’m about to start it all over again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yep, got another one on the way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And you know what’s even better, I ordered up another lil’ mama.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For those of you who read my previous posts know about my many difficult, and sometimes fun, adventures I had with my oldest daughter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything from lying, to sneaking, to just being plain damn nasty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If not, please peruse the site and enjoy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, it’s been 13 years since I’ve had to be the caregiver for someone who can do absolutely nothing but lay in one spot and poop and sleep all day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I am pretty sure I am out of practice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Back when I was a wee lad, I rather enjoyed getting up in the middle of the night and fixing bottles, and feeding, and changing diapers, the whole nine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, that was back when I was living ghetto fabulous, didn’t work, didn’t want to, and wasn’t going to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t have *ish else to do so why not be a good dad, right?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCiSgtPQR3MaxU9s4skMqCRXYytj8bdkGGwwcgtnoKaRjgnbOkvVXxZjJYY2rT1qCLYtglgRWmN48o4r9DMwxMkzn73NF1IV0LFly5J8SM1yRDP7_5WaUP0YT012CL5rnJb8qoeeIJv4/s1600/diaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" psa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCiSgtPQR3MaxU9s4skMqCRXYytj8bdkGGwwcgtnoKaRjgnbOkvVXxZjJYY2rT1qCLYtglgRWmN48o4r9DMwxMkzn73NF1IV0LFly5J8SM1yRDP7_5WaUP0YT012CL5rnJb8qoeeIJv4/s1600/diaper.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now that I am a little wiser, not much, but a little, and more in tune with the rest of the world, I am about to embark on the journey again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, this time, I’m going to be mad as hell when I have to get at 2 in the morning for a hollering ass kid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m going to be mad as hell when I have to walk around in circles to get the kid to go back to sleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am going to be furious when the baby has a diaper rash, can’t sleep, is hungry, and wants to be held; especially when I worked all day and went to school for another 4 hours.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell naw! Baby is going to be a hollering ass!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">With that said, I do have a sidekick in this baby saving adventure. </span><a href="http://godsfavoriteshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;">Godsfavoriteshoes</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> is my road dawg and little does she know, she’ll be doing most of the heavy lifting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell, lil mama will be here in the summer, she doesn’t work in the summer, so….what do y’all think is going to happen?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m just saying. (I’m sure she is going to read this and chop me in half but…….)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ojEnv21EiKgH3johu-Vfa_m70xlQIVxLMAmIybB9gnlTn1ApOZ4_T6l3hDq1wJ1q847ev9juDTjF_3B3Cr3ZcuyMiur0p_FAcNbcHQPVNyJz8SEu-YwBNBwG_un3hmCt1v1zHdh3VUc/s1600/Missing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" psa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ojEnv21EiKgH3johu-Vfa_m70xlQIVxLMAmIybB9gnlTn1ApOZ4_T6l3hDq1wJ1q847ev9juDTjF_3B3Cr3ZcuyMiur0p_FAcNbcHQPVNyJz8SEu-YwBNBwG_un3hmCt1v1zHdh3VUc/s1600/Missing.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As much as I am complaining, I am truly happy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It has been a long time coming but this time was meant as I wasn’t ready for anything like this in the past.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell, I wasn’t ready at 21 so all the years leading up to this, I kinda got my mind right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Me and the Mrs. are ready to turn this baby into something special.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do know she better have some type of talent, athletic ability, smarts, something because I don’t plan to work forever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yep, I am going to exploit all of her talents for the greater good of the household.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Think Beyonce’s dad or the Williams sisters’ dad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yeah, something like that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just sayin…..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Anyway, I will be posting regularly as I have the itch again and new material.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My other lil mama, the one the majority of this blog is about, she’s still around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Things have changed but she’s still my girl so y’all don’t put out a missing persons reports on her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cliff didn’t have any kids as we got to know the family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He did however, deliver plenty of them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not sure if I would’ve trusted him delivering mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just sayin…..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-36833781117935761142012-06-18T11:02:00.003-05:002012-06-18T11:02:51.196-05:00Father's Day is Dead.....<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Father’s Day came and went yesterday without so much as a whimper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve been a father for the past 12 years and this one might be the most memorable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The first one will always be the best as it is the beginning of what is to be many more Father’s Days to come. However, yesterday was one that will rest on the mantle next to the first as this may have been the worst.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Father’s Day is supposed to be a day when all fathers rejoice in what fatherhood is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is a time when we are to reflect on the life that we have created and take a moment to bask in the goodness that we have molded as responsible parents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Real fathers relish this day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe I should say Daddies relish this day as those of us who are called Daddy have a bond with our children that is unlike any other.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I say all of that to say that yesterday, my bond was damaged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was not one of the lucky ones who spent time with his child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We did not go to church together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not get a handmade card or a pair of socks and an ugly tie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not get breakfast in bed or lunch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t even get so much as much as a phone call.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tried hard all day to hold back the emotion that was brewing in me and I think I pulled it off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was asked several times “has she called”, and I could only muster a “no” under the false pretense of not caring or acting as though it didn’t matter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Truth is, it did. It did matter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Those of you that have read my blog posts in the past may say that I deserved it based on some of my comments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I’m not as hard as I may seem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m more bark than bite. I love my daughter to death and I want nothing but the best for her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some of the things that she does defies reason and I have to do triple takes sometimes but I do understand that she is a kid and that’s what kids do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t deserve what happened to me yesterday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing I’ve ever done warranted that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There have been several incidents that have happened over the course of the past few months that have put a serious strain on our relationship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Without going into too much detail, other parties have infiltrated what we had and severed the bond that I have spent the last 2 plus years building.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, I don’t know where we go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I write this post with a heavy heart as Father’s Day died for me yesterday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the first Father’s Day in 12 years that I have been without my lil mama and I’m not even sure it will be the last.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know where to go from here but I’ll figure it out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With </span><a href="http://godsfavoriteshoes.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;">Godsfavoriteshoes</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> on my team we’ll get through it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have nothing but love, respect, and admiration for all of the good fathers out there who handle their business.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Keep up the good work and keep up the good fight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought I was right there with you on the battle lines keeping the enemy at bay, I guess at some point I failed. Man down…..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">What would Cliff Huxtable do?</span></div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-73923313382018548412012-06-08T14:24:00.000-05:002012-06-08T14:24:15.120-05:00Just Saying What Some Of Us Want To<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Parents out there, I want to share something with you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You should actually already know it but if you don’t, I’m going to help you figure it out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Your kid isn’t that awesome!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There, I said it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Take a few moments to let it sink in so you can fully understand what it is I’m saying.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again, your kid isn’t that awesome.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I say that to let you know that the rest of the world doesn’t want to come watch your child at any of his/her events.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We don’t want to come hear your 5 year old kid sing at church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We don’t want to come watch 6 year old Anthony play basketball.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We’re tired of watching the twins play soccer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>People, it isn’t fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let’s break it down:</span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">1.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just because your kid is singing at church doesn’t automatically make them a song bird.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jesus knows they can’t sing, you should accept it too.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2.</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Little kids can’t play basketball.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s no fun to watch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t want to see a bunch of kids running with the ball, crying, and stealing it from their own teammates.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is no damn fun to watch a basketball game for 30 minutes and the final score is 10 to 6.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That *ish IS NOT FUN!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Parents, it’s alright to admit that your child doesn’t have any talent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It doesn’t mean that they never will, it just means that they suck right now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you invite me to your kid’s basketball game when he’s in 9<sup>th</sup> grade, I’ll probably show up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, please, don’t invite me to see lil’ man play before he can even tie his damn shoes. (Nothing worse than the coach calling time out to tie shoes, that is some bulls**t)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Some have called me a mean parent but I just try and keep it real with mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Case in point, my lil mama has expressed some interest in singing and I try to be open to her endeavors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, that little girl can’t sing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I mean, she isn’t like a dying cat bad but she isn’t any good either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I try and support her in what she does but my love can only go so damn far.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tell her things like, “you can carry a note” but I would be wrong to tell her she was awesome, right?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t even do her like that. She told me that she was going to sing a solo at school in the program and I was like “oh…….”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m just sayin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Athletics.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, if you’ve followed my blog then you know that my kid isn’t the second coming of Marion Jones.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s more along the lines of Marion Berry, I’m just sayin’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am proud of the small things she did while playing softball but I was never blinded by the idea that she was a stellar athlete.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was happy when she hit the ball or made a good throw.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Funny thing is, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO DO THAT WHEN YOU PLAY SOFTBALL!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I’m getting all excited for routine stuff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Parents looking at me because I’m happy she put her glove on the right way. Geez……</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I say all of that to reiterate to you guys, your kid isn’t special.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Stop it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe one day he/she will grow up to be the next LeBron James or Candice Parker, but now, they SUCK!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just accept it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Help them excel in school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, if your kid is not athletic, can’t sing/dance, and is dumb as a rock, I don’t know what to tell you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hey, Cliff told Theo some of these same things so I guess I am doing what Cliff Huxtable would do. </span></div>
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I know that I might ruffle a few feathers with this post but I feel the need to get this off of my chest. School is out and we just finished the graduation season. Parties, gifts, tears, and the like but I just don’t get all of the hoopla. Maybe I am just being an a**hole but I just don’t get it. Maybe it’s just me but AREN’T YOU SUPPOSED TO FINISH HIGH SCHOOL!? <br />
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If it all boils down to me being an a**hole about the situation I can deal with that but I didn’t know graduating high school was a grandiose accomplishment. Yes, I am aware of the fact that you can drop out and everything in between but for the most part, you have to go to school. Unless you had the most f**ked up parents on the planet, they made you go and expected you to finish, right? I’m just confused; I don’t understand what the big deal is. Don’t get me wrong, there are certain circumstances that warrant all of the hooping and hollering as you step across the stage. Some kids come from troubled homes, group homes, broken homes, poverty, etc. I get that. If you made it through with all of those obstacles, you deserve someone yelling your name and blowing an air horn. There were two special needs students at my brother’s graduation that got standing ovations and I totally get that. That was a MAJOR accomplishment. But…….if you drove yourself to the damn graduation in a brand new car, come on!<br />
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Seriously, kids can’t even fail now days so what is all the fuss about? Kids are happy to get 70’s and the teachers are more than happy to give it to them. The emphasis is on the state exams and not curriculum. The kids know this and take advantage of it. If I was a student, I wouldn’t do *ish either. The minute I thought I was about to fail, just go to the counselor, plead my case and my teacher will modify my work/grades to help me pass. Know the game and play it well and you can coast through school now.<br />
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Maybe it’s the punka** parents that cause all of this. I was scared of not graduating so I had to make it happen. I didn’t get a new car, new shoes, clothes or anything like that in school. I had a damn job. I didn’t get rewarded for making D’s! “Oh baby, at least you passed”. Man, F**k that! My mama hit me across the head for *ish like that. (I guess that’s why I always lied about getting my report card) My mom expected me to graduate and go to college. (I guess that’s why she was mad the whole 2 years I sat around the house and did nothing) Not finishing high school was not an option.<br />
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Look, I’m just saying that it doesn’t make any damn sense to me. Parents reward mediocrity and the kids accept it. Parents are happy that little Eric graduated with all D's and 1.5 GPA. At least he made it, right. Okay, okay, okay, some kids are just plain damn dumb! If your kid is one of those kids, be happy. But, if you just had a child that skated by, don't be happy for their lazy a** bareley making it. The grad who did it with honors, scholarships, awards, deserves some face time because they put in the work. Your lazy a** child doesn't deserve *ish for barley completing a job that they were SUPPOSED to finish! <br />
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The stigma is that finishing high school makes you grown. NO IT DOESN’T! You aren’t grown until you hit the real world, leave mama, pay some damn bills, bump your head a couple times…..let go of her titty! That’s grown! Diploma and 18 doesn’t make you grown and I wish they would stop with that *ish! Getting a diploma just means you finished something that you were supposed to finish and now it’s time to move one. Going to college is a privilege and completing your degree is an accomplishment. No one made you wake up in the morning and go to class. No one made you enroll. No one make you cram and pay attention. YOU did that on your own. That deserves recognition. Kudos to you college grad!<br />
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Parents, be happy for your children when they step across the stage and accept that highschool diploma but DAMN, little Johnny didn’t just win the Nobel Peace Prize. He completed high school; he was supposed to do that….. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcXi42TDvNmPUTIoLN9LLH5V_UwEOflX2We-FQkRZy5_nWqeFxFVcv274QHvWR_161DaQNEtGNzu1ywV1HBOr2yT855SUuV31zI7YGzRoWvfNrKNc54HpDJWCbobfuysOCIU2OBADXrI0/s1600/Another.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcXi42TDvNmPUTIoLN9LLH5V_UwEOflX2We-FQkRZy5_nWqeFxFVcv274QHvWR_161DaQNEtGNzu1ywV1HBOr2yT855SUuV31zI7YGzRoWvfNrKNc54HpDJWCbobfuysOCIU2OBADXrI0/s1600/Another.jpg" /></a></div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-65549724685349667032012-04-03T16:26:00.000-05:002012-04-03T16:26:35.601-05:00Feels like rain.....<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSUHH0IAOYVnwW4mwo8kzPFV7Xs15Chq3u4ieUhj-vDWViiHNRPCDyiGGStF1wWstKjJ1SIiLWMMLhYwUL4_W_zXWAfU0BAUj0w_jdgvRPqcslbLpFZpX55CBxLVDsyWdtrs-d0cghco/s1600/Hux.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSUHH0IAOYVnwW4mwo8kzPFV7Xs15Chq3u4ieUhj-vDWViiHNRPCDyiGGStF1wWstKjJ1SIiLWMMLhYwUL4_W_zXWAfU0BAUj0w_jdgvRPqcslbLpFZpX55CBxLVDsyWdtrs-d0cghco/s1600/Hux.jpg" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As a person, as a parent, there is nothing worse than being lied to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s magnified even more when it’s your own child who’s doing the lying.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And to add insult to injury, it pisses me off even more when my 11 year old child tries to pull a fast one on me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’s a mantra in my house, “Don’t try to out think me, you can’t! “<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, it never fails as girl wonder always tries to do it……</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQ_tSUtBH5x16uxMk5Di_3oiPQkLVyzJe-v2q_5sN8MBCAOumzBgjxFCMBrFOLgbPQnv2WExi4MlkKdRr4dLF-yr-gRzxHuX59kr5BP8TUlkQen8MJj6QV8OS2R479VrNBErJ3LTLV8o/s1600/Brick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" dea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQ_tSUtBH5x16uxMk5Di_3oiPQkLVyzJe-v2q_5sN8MBCAOumzBgjxFCMBrFOLgbPQnv2WExi4MlkKdRr4dLF-yr-gRzxHuX59kr5BP8TUlkQen8MJj6QV8OS2R479VrNBErJ3LTLV8o/s1600/Brick.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, advances in technology have made it harder and harder for kids to get away with things at school like they used to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Back when I was in middle school, if something happened, they would call home, work, or wherever to get in touch with your parents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were SO many ways around that and I’m sure many of you will know what I’m talking about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mama didn’t know I had an “F” until grades came out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She didn’t know I skipped school because I would forge all of my tardy/absent slips. The list goes on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, lil mama won’t get it through her double-wide head that EVERYTHING she does at school I find out about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she’s tardy, I get an email.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she gets a grade less than 75, I get an email.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If she gets bit by a one-legged, midget monkey, I get an email.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Things are set to where I get an automated email or phone call if she takes a dump and it don’t smell right!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She KNOWS this but still continues to bump her damn head against the wall.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Alright, so let me paint the picture.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In addition to getting email alerts about grades, I can log on and check daily grades, tests, homework, etc.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, I’m perusing her grades and I come across a ZERO.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can halfway deal with a poor score but a “0” just means yo a** didn’t do the work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t like that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fast forward…….I ask about the zero and she says “Daddy, I turned it in but she forgot to put the grade in.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really, dawg?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really?......What I heard was, “Daddy, I think you’re dumb as hell and I’m going to tell you this lame story in hopes that you believe it.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, I tell her to just have the teacher correct the grade and email me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cool, right?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell naw!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The next day, she still has a zero and I ask about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She proceeds to pull out a worksheet and says, “See Daddy, I did it, she just didn’t put the grade in the book.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Okay Grasshopper, “Why is there no date and or grade on the paper? Why isn’t this the same damn assignment that is marked as zero online?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The assignment was for Verbs and this sheet says NOUNS!……..It is Daddy, I don’t know why she put the wrong assignment in the computer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Okay Grasshopper…..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I give her another chance to tell the truth and I tell her again, “if this is the story you’re sticking with, don’t come home with a ZERO.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yep, she rolled with it and got out of the car.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZY6sAghbv6h6jCmSfw1M3U_Y0SRjGwidNfbnYDVCN6YbaXL7d0TcmnfCBXemqc_Hm0qLd81d15WPfTQelQd-cj-C-dSiEwqASpAs4eIHsERTgMoyjrafZHPRlLQiOqL2GScIqmHIeIeM/s1600/Too+Late.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZY6sAghbv6h6jCmSfw1M3U_Y0SRjGwidNfbnYDVCN6YbaXL7d0TcmnfCBXemqc_Hm0qLd81d15WPfTQelQd-cj-C-dSiEwqASpAs4eIHsERTgMoyjrafZHPRlLQiOqL2GScIqmHIeIeM/s1600/Too+Late.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">…..I pick her up later and she proceeds to show me a completely different assignment that has a checkmark on it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, different than what was assigned AND different than the fake a** worksheet she previously showed me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To add insult to injury, at the bottom it clearly says “Too Late, No Credit”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again, why is she trying to out think me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At no point did she say, damn, I showed this dude something TOTALLY different yesterday but I’ll give him this one in hopes he’s just that damn dumb and won’t trip or man, I told this dude I turned it in 2 WEEKS ago but really I tried to turn in in today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nope!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So…..she’s just going to piss on my head and call it rain?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cut scene………….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwS_nNuTjomQCTDTrO5JybMr5WYZPAudJF1tUD0AvYnIZtsJ8oVdtAvSP5IES333jDVc_lS8aBAL3PhS2btnP25MHeysj2_tNH7nR500X29ivda8zp3Wy4RMlRbCKVbhPmqsRx_XreFJQ/s1600/Window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" dea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwS_nNuTjomQCTDTrO5JybMr5WYZPAudJF1tUD0AvYnIZtsJ8oVdtAvSP5IES333jDVc_lS8aBAL3PhS2btnP25MHeysj2_tNH7nR500X29ivda8zp3Wy4RMlRbCKVbhPmqsRx_XreFJQ/s1600/Window.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There is a lot more to this story but it would take too much time and effort to type.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wasn’t that pissed about the zero, I would have let it ride, to a degree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What pissed me off is the idea that you think your father is that dumb that you can show him an apple and call it an orange the next day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What pissed me off is I gave her numerous chances to tell the truth and she wouldn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told her where she was lying, how she was lying, and she still stuck to it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I gave her the key to the door but this fool still tried to climb out the window.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Done.</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
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(Note: there are 3 people that live in the house but she only bought 2, I’m just sayin…….)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So after dinner, we go upstairs and do whatever it is we do and left lil mama downstairs to wash the dishes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m pretty sure you know where this is going…..</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2l49flcv7KNcnONXszSgBhxXQN66Fn13B8m_OMu0uY9G_JNHPnCPmGG-g-owb3-mOwXtCsD-h7PrubYkITt9PVgiYCYg0EfQ9rQUMmmp26-gWZ9ss9olCKJSaNYow6oHvp3Rjv23PMS8/s1600/sandwich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2l49flcv7KNcnONXszSgBhxXQN66Fn13B8m_OMu0uY9G_JNHPnCPmGG-g-owb3-mOwXtCsD-h7PrubYkITt9PVgiYCYg0EfQ9rQUMmmp26-gWZ9ss9olCKJSaNYow6oHvp3Rjv23PMS8/s1600/sandwich.jpg" /></a><a href="http://godsfavoriteshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?alt=rss"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;">GFS</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> goes downstairs to get her ice cream sandwich and of course…..it’s gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Naturally, we consider all options.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe she dropped it outside by mistake, maybe she paid for 2 and only got 1, maybe the ice cream goblin snuck in the house around 10 pm and ate it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, what do we find, 2 ice cream wrappers in the garbage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hmmmmmmm…..maybe the goblin was polite and threw away his rubbish. (Picked that word up in the UK, I like it)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>B-B-B wait it gets worse….one of the wrappers was on top of the trash while the other was at the bottom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dun, Dun, Dun……..it’s on!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No ice cream goblins I know would do a thing like that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>Moving on….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, we wake lil mama up and ask “why did you eat both ice cream sandwiches”?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What does she say, “I didn’t, and I don’t know what y’all are talking about”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Woooord? (In my Jill Scott voice) We present the forensic evidence, fingerprints, blood spatter, shell casings, and of course the wrappers and she still says, “I didn’t eat it”. I’m looking at her like “you can’t be serious right now” but she was looking at me with tears in her eyes denying it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Scene 2: we wake up the next day and I ask again, “you sure it wasn’t you that took the ice cream”?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It wasn’t me daddy…..Notice, we are in day 2 of this lie right now but I say “okay”. (I’m giving this fool a chance to confess, make it right…..nope)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, we’ll fast forward to that night and at this point </span><a href="http://godsfavoriteshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?alt=rss"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;">GFS</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> is fed up and she commences with operation “Whoop Ass”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hear all kinds of yelling and thumping but I don’t say a word. (I was having a Top Chef moment anyway and didn’t want to break away from my gorgeous meal) Twenty minutes later, lil mama comes down and FINALLY admits that she ate both sandwiches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, it’s time for the good part….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, I look at this fool and couldn’t help but laugh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to tell her how dumb it was to do what she did. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not dumb in the sense that it wasn’t honest but dumb in the sense that it was just some dumb ass *ish! How in the hell you gonna steal 2 items when there are ONLY 2 ITEMS?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What kind of dumb ass *ish is that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If there were 7 or so, maybe you can explain away one being missing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>YOU TOOK ALL OF THEM GENIUS!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In addition, you have no alibi or anyone else to take the blame.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>NO ONE ELSE could have done it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m looking at this fool like, really?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, you just gonna lie all the way to the electric chair and hope that if you admit what you did your life will be saved?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man, get off my phone with that *ish!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh, forgot to mention that when I asked her why she did it she replied, “I didn’t think I was gonna get caught”. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wooooord? (In my Jill Scott voice again) Fool, ain’t no one else to catch!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re the only suspect!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Damnit boy!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBB-4WSd_g8P6l06n_-eg__BPvWtIFA0qfG6ImdQtnow8Nb5arqLJhYWH3oL69Deakrc4eabw9k6y9ldkj-GZFd3ros2VWj2voQDPaD89Vxe37-R6Q76GNqkw9jp4jK_Dlm-TXcnn5-c/s1600/Stealing.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBB-4WSd_g8P6l06n_-eg__BPvWtIFA0qfG6ImdQtnow8Nb5arqLJhYWH3oL69Deakrc4eabw9k6y9ldkj-GZFd3ros2VWj2voQDPaD89Vxe37-R6Q76GNqkw9jp4jK_Dlm-TXcnn5-c/s1600/Stealing.bmp" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Please don’t read this and think it’s about some damn ice cream sandwiches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell, I’m sure they were only 2 for $1. Had she just said that she ate both of them I would’ve probably talked some *ish about her being greedy and told her to get out of my damn face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m pissed that she rode that lie like she believed it in her soul; damn near cried about it. That fool had me wondering whether or not I ate it and forgot. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Had me believing in ice cream goblins and *ish!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Damn…..this girl swore up and down it wasn’t her and was going to stick with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let me say this again, there were NO OTHER suspects but her!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How in the hell you think you can get away with some dumb ass *ish like that? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Done…….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What in the hell would Cliff Huxtable do?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-924389181805070642012-01-10T07:23:00.000-06:002012-01-10T07:23:32.888-06:00Trust me, it's evil.......<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvbNw3oVP-3wV28D47GZEEbHIuLvqcjOnxzfE_SmreZukKuEncY19a-skx_VtiSbHcbN6iavI16kkmccL-_mBD6XXRcJ0qFccTUB3y4zwjTCOSGSlg2xqzTBhOutWDqBAhWv2q84ngeU0/s1600/Coz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, I said that I was going to do better in the New Year and I’m going to try and stick to that. I’m going to do better with the posts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>People have been getting on me about going so hard on lil’ mama and I guess I should stop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Plus, I just need to post more for y’all to read.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, without further ado……</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDITXzAl3C4hzKDRkM3o5bHLoTZSvNbUia5qyCMFhkfgmz4TholQdWrCqXYuKOeL0V7uU0-qNrqcWq-J0dijuRpTkUCXkBwu1VxGPfCEe_zDNmNo2gXRUNvyrOLwrnH1DQpaTHGLSpDEA/s1600/Mark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDITXzAl3C4hzKDRkM3o5bHLoTZSvNbUia5qyCMFhkfgmz4TholQdWrCqXYuKOeL0V7uU0-qNrqcWq-J0dijuRpTkUCXkBwu1VxGPfCEe_zDNmNo2gXRUNvyrOLwrnH1DQpaTHGLSpDEA/s1600/Mark.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZtpo27ROuZ3PQKJ8WmWfSobvJ9W66rt_jh6sV3gvoGelwm8LYFAR3kEhinWtrGvL5p8sFO-usCYX6eWzQAD_t81hvTpwA5IBufXYO4cQTjoutiDDvm7z53_EPqsVEbK-1RP5HsLkHslk/s1600/Devil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZtpo27ROuZ3PQKJ8WmWfSobvJ9W66rt_jh6sV3gvoGelwm8LYFAR3kEhinWtrGvL5p8sFO-usCYX6eWzQAD_t81hvTpwA5IBufXYO4cQTjoutiDDvm7z53_EPqsVEbK-1RP5HsLkHslk/s1600/Devil.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s a shame that I have to start the New Year off in such a bad way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not even 2 weeks into the 2012 I had to break lil’ mama off something proper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let me preface this post with this; I don’t know Mark Zuckerberg personally and I’m pretty sure that he is a nice guy. By all accounts he donates to charities, is a good citizen and is definitely smart as hell.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He created something that has taken the world by storm and life as we know it will never be the same again because of this creation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, Facebook is EVIL!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t take this the wrong way because in no way am I trying to call Mr. Zuckerberg a Satanist or anything like that but Facebook is the work of the Devil!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also, please keep in mind that I am no religious nut job that is trying to save you from damnation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nope, not at all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have a hard enough time trying to save my own ass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m just a father who has been scorned by Satan’s tool.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTygORwNN66gCh_W_o49GMW_LIRbVEQ3rgPBwo1oHCXtmWpOX8IqOw7kgTVtA6IDAl0hSfWNluarouGYvZ8KD8O3uNL6-qt1VfaC-0dAdASKP9nSHjInyvhSKfoZcmkWILeaQsWsDZPL8/s1600/Facebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTygORwNN66gCh_W_o49GMW_LIRbVEQ3rgPBwo1oHCXtmWpOX8IqOw7kgTVtA6IDAl0hSfWNluarouGYvZ8KD8O3uNL6-qt1VfaC-0dAdASKP9nSHjInyvhSKfoZcmkWILeaQsWsDZPL8/s320/Facebook.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Maybe I am a little overprotective or maybe a little old fashioned but I don’t think an 11 year old should have a Facebook account, that’s just me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Too much happens on the internet these days and kids don’t realize it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, little did I know how I was being fooled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Come to find out, lil’ mama had a Facebook account……under an alias!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WTH?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not even trying to be funny, I didn’t even think my daughter was slick enough for that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was shocked to hell!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>An alias!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before I totally lost my sh*t I was actually amused by the fact that she though it out that much and made it happen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then I came to my senses and commenced to wielding my leather!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Without going into detail, she was older than she really is, living in another state, and …….talking to damn boys *****cut scene*****</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sorry, I blacked out for a second.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1OwM7GoC3HGF6Naq4pdIWlqBe_4_GI8bLFRsaKOi5I9d2KMKPUlgKo2Y2PVgNYTdtOa7jFyPSeh7WnPmlCqvxaVdMkl4cgDYyX6LbcdKI-InSXO4jAHhx9WnlfRUHsDjHMOMT37iOcaQ/s1600/Olympics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1OwM7GoC3HGF6Naq4pdIWlqBe_4_GI8bLFRsaKOi5I9d2KMKPUlgKo2Y2PVgNYTdtOa7jFyPSeh7WnPmlCqvxaVdMkl4cgDYyX6LbcdKI-InSXO4jAHhx9WnlfRUHsDjHMOMT37iOcaQ/s1600/Olympics.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Yeah, I had an Olympic style swing session that night and my arm is still sore!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, the conversations weren’t overly inappropriate but it was too much for my liking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were conversations that an 11 year old shouldn’t be having. Hell, I’ll just say it, we ain’t ready for boys yet. Period!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, me at least.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know that she is going to like boys, I get it, but like them from a far.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you like me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Check yes or no.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m cool with that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s taking it too damn far!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I don’t think I’m unreasonable and I understand that she wants to be like the other kids.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wants a cell phone, Facebook, watch whatever on TV, stay up all night, etc.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell, I’ve accommodated some of those requests in the past but what does she do…….take pictures that she doesn’t need to take on the phone, have a Facebook without asking and having inappropriate conversations, watch videos that she knows are too damn grown for her, etc.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She isn’t to be trusted and she kills her chances for normalcy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I give her an inch and she ends up in Detroit! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know that some of you are going to say that it’s the parent’s job to monitor stuff and I agree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, lil’ mama knows that it don’t go down at home so what does she do…..act a damn fool at her mother’s and granny’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man, she can’t even use the computer at home because she always wants to watch grown ass videos on YouTube.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to shut down computer use a long time ago. Oh, did I mention that she had the nerve to have pictures of me and </span><a href="http://godsfavoriteshoes.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;">Godsfavoriteshoes</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> on her page.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fool, I don’t even have a Facebook account so don’t have me on your damn page!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You thought you could just tag GFS and it was going to be all good?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Get off my phone with that *ish!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man, I’m getting pissed all over again…..</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I don’t even feel right not going in like I normally do so I am going to cut this post short.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got some complaints last year about going to hard but I don’t know if I can roll with a PG-13 blog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This post is something Cliff Huxtable would probably do……….</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1OwM7GoC3HGF6Naq4pdIWlqBe_4_GI8bLFRsaKOi5I9d2KMKPUlgKo2Y2PVgNYTdtOa7jFyPSeh7WnPmlCqvxaVdMkl4cgDYyX6LbcdKI-InSXO4jAHhx9WnlfRUHsDjHMOMT37iOcaQ/s1600/Olympics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvbNw3oVP-3wV28D47GZEEbHIuLvqcjOnxzfE_SmreZukKuEncY19a-skx_VtiSbHcbN6iavI16kkmccL-_mBD6XXRcJ0qFccTUB3y4zwjTCOSGSlg2xqzTBhOutWDqBAhWv2q84ngeU0/s1600/Coz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvbNw3oVP-3wV28D47GZEEbHIuLvqcjOnxzfE_SmreZukKuEncY19a-skx_VtiSbHcbN6iavI16kkmccL-_mBD6XXRcJ0qFccTUB3y4zwjTCOSGSlg2xqzTBhOutWDqBAhWv2q84ngeU0/s1600/Coz.jpg" /></a></div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-17520009302466455822011-11-18T16:58:00.000-06:002011-11-18T16:58:23.510-06:00It almost went down.......<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What’s up world?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How is everyone doing?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, I’m back with another installment and of course I’m about to go in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ready?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzeoNOgjMXaoGxTtgy8c5f1GNuJw_IVrmronfpHwfOMT1Xxwtm5YQaDgVOAKxGjURqxGWyKBoja8ez8AywFsxU8yjg9_QFxQjS0kuNcA07cBTCNujOO2dpttcQQV7sArP6D7Rcc8XMLo/s1600/Forensics.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzeoNOgjMXaoGxTtgy8c5f1GNuJw_IVrmronfpHwfOMT1Xxwtm5YQaDgVOAKxGjURqxGWyKBoja8ez8AywFsxU8yjg9_QFxQjS0kuNcA07cBTCNujOO2dpttcQQV7sArP6D7Rcc8XMLo/s1600/Forensics.bmp" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have to share this with y’all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Last week I was being a nosey father as I am learning that it is necessary to do so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What do I come across…..a letter between her and her friend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh damn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I read the letter, a big smile crept across my face as I knew it was about to go down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was going to whoop some a** like an Olympic champion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man, I was going to skin that poor child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t wait!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I call her in the room to go over the letter and to analyze the handwriting to see who was writing what.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We’re in there like First 48.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><a href="http://godsfavoriteshoes.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;">Godsfavoriteshoes</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> was my assistant detective and were about to crack the case.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well she swore all of the nasty stuff allegedly was written by her friend. I am no handwriting analyst and forensics was closed so I had to take her at her word.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, the case made it back to school and come to find out, lil mama was telling the truth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was her friend that was going to kiss Freddie and rub on him to make him like her back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(I know, right!) I did find out that lil mama likes Alex and she knows what LMFAO means.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m still pissed because she went to “watch” this little girl kiss and feel on Freddie but I did go from Defcon 4 back to somewhere around 2.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was about to go DOWN!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has no idea how much Big Brother (me) is on that a** now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man…..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt0tCk2u4-f7UnalNas7nkYssW7HF9n51KTQF_WQJa93jhDWJ-ZVgTaY3GwlTIgrA86vkcdqD2T4mNaG5s0RCKxJJlRhhFH5BYUdKwy6XQgYWlExzCGmsivS9mckgr4DJVpDOintErla0/s1600/Kissing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt0tCk2u4-f7UnalNas7nkYssW7HF9n51KTQF_WQJa93jhDWJ-ZVgTaY3GwlTIgrA86vkcdqD2T4mNaG5s0RCKxJJlRhhFH5BYUdKwy6XQgYWlExzCGmsivS9mckgr4DJVpDOintErla0/s1600/Kissing.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUZxKLVoMMzfXInctE5R3zFSVGTM7P81wKDMGLsEAYwfc7WIrzUV1zJwdjXQCQEqJnIGL3nHN3t9GLfPDT9ufSz1PeY8ohb_KurODKtb_z_TxJHtgLSAzCJlbteOkTfi0JUYvz6i6TCo/s1600/Apple.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUZxKLVoMMzfXInctE5R3zFSVGTM7P81wKDMGLsEAYwfc7WIrzUV1zJwdjXQCQEqJnIGL3nHN3t9GLfPDT9ufSz1PeY8ohb_KurODKtb_z_TxJHtgLSAzCJlbteOkTfi0JUYvz6i6TCo/s1600/Apple.bmp" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, another day, week, month goes by and this girl is up to more dumb stuff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just don’t get how her brain works.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know that she’s only 11 but damn!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You just have to do dumb stuff all the time?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really? Maybe it’s not even dumb at this point, at least not all of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some of the stuff that is going on is becoming disrespectful and blatant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m really not feeling that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Case in point: </span><a href="http://godsfavoriteshoes.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;">Godsfavoriteshoes</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> tells her to throw the apple core away downstairs when she’s finished eating the apple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What does she do?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wraps the apple up in a couple paper towels and tries to stuff it at the bottom of the waste basket in the restroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soooooo…..you’re just going to do what you want to do?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s how we’re rolling now?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hmmmmm……hell naw!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Get yo a** up and get that crap out of the trash and take it downstairs before I snatch a plug out of yo damn head!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She really tried to play us y’all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It gets better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How many of you feed your furniture on the regular?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seriously, do you ever feel like your love seat is looking a little hungry and needs some sustenance?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you ever just want to offer the coffee table a biscuit or something?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lil mama does.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Searching the house for a phone that I don’t use pisses me off enough but what do I see when I look in the cushions of the couch?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hmmmmm, let me see….</span></div><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>An empty bag of Lays Potato Chips</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>A half-eaten bag of Lays Potato Chips in a Zip-Lock bag</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>A half-eaten Strawberry Yogurt Nutri-grain Bar</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>An empty Jell-O Cup</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">5.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Three (3) popsicle sticks and wrappers</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">6.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Seven (7) Reece’s Peanut Butter wrappers</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">7.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>Some Cheerio’s</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">8.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span>A half-eaten hot dog and a rubber (I’m just joshing about the last 2!)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6pZ-CbZFcRagDWp1oL4bG9twi-kPJUZ2BZxkuabr8eNkIIBpMfInmug8cBYQTvvOrGQzoNZ3oDd6QVBPxipAPEc2zAFNdbdowZ70VKK9FQ0fMtrVbDa35bI0XYUBpKFlAzpkGkTOzcj4/s1600/Talking+Chair.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6pZ-CbZFcRagDWp1oL4bG9twi-kPJUZ2BZxkuabr8eNkIIBpMfInmug8cBYQTvvOrGQzoNZ3oDd6QVBPxipAPEc2zAFNdbdowZ70VKK9FQ0fMtrVbDa35bI0XYUBpKFlAzpkGkTOzcj4/s1600/Talking+Chair.bmp" /></a>So, I guess my couch was hungry or high because it had the munchies like a mutha f***a!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I lost it on that little girl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Two things happened here, either she was too damn lazy to get up and walk TEN steps into the kitchen to throw stuff away or she’s hiding crap that she sneaks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I swear that I don’t deprive or starve her y’all, we just have to watch what we eat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lil mama isn’t all that little and I’m just doing my best to keep her weight down. Either way, it is nasty as hell!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, you just sit yo nasty a** up and watch TV and stuff food into the couch?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where the do that at?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Apparently at MY DAMN HOUSE! I was at a loss for words because I couldn’t believe how nasty that was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fool, we don’t live at Pee Wee’s Playhouse! Just plain damn nasty……</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I’m not Pee Wee, Cowboy Curtis, Jambi and damn sure not Cliff Huxtable! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I don’t want to ramble and make this post too long so it’ll be to be continued……</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6pZ-CbZFcRagDWp1oL4bG9twi-kPJUZ2BZxkuabr8eNkIIBpMfInmug8cBYQTvvOrGQzoNZ3oDd6QVBPxipAPEc2zAFNdbdowZ70VKK9FQ0fMtrVbDa35bI0XYUBpKFlAzpkGkTOzcj4/s1600/Talking+Chair.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUZxKLVoMMzfXInctE5R3zFSVGTM7P81wKDMGLsEAYwfc7WIrzUV1zJwdjXQCQEqJnIGL3nHN3t9GLfPDT9ufSz1PeY8ohb_KurODKtb_z_TxJHtgLSAzCJlbteOkTfi0JUYvz6i6TCo/s1600/Apple.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-5774986644517283672011-10-21T13:56:00.001-05:002011-10-21T14:42:04.945-05:00Sugar and Spice and Everything....Nasty?<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7RIAVpPkqkr89QNf2iId_3AytPAW6JpJeCoyOeV2Idh7wlDRp-flSDhVuEMnkWsWFX9Z6CKcyehW78C33yc4dzdjGrdE0znMq1hn5lZwWu6xwcKX90QogsAhWMYygw6BiF2apqcwivLI/s1600/Danger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7RIAVpPkqkr89QNf2iId_3AytPAW6JpJeCoyOeV2Idh7wlDRp-flSDhVuEMnkWsWFX9Z6CKcyehW78C33yc4dzdjGrdE0znMq1hn5lZwWu6xwcKX90QogsAhWMYygw6BiF2apqcwivLI/s1600/Danger.jpg" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What’s going on blog world?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Glad to be back in the fold and giving you a glimpse into my parenting life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man, it’s a trip as I am sure some of you can agree with.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Okay y’all, I need some help with this one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is a subject that is a trip and there isn’t really an easy answer, fix, or whatever it is you want to call it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The last time I checked, I had a daughter, a girl, full of sugar and spice and everything nice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s what it is supposed to be right?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, why is it that my daughter is just plain nasty as hell!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t mean kind of nasty or a little nasty but nasty as hell.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have to look at her from time to time and shake my damn head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yep, it’s that bad! </span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Calibri;">Please keep in mind that we have had countless conversations about hygiene and cleanliness. We've talked about taking care of little girl's "areas". We've discussed the fact that because she's a little bigger than other girls she'll have to work a little harder and do more. Does she listen, hell naw! Just nasty! I'm trying y'all, I promise.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_kaD-Hk5AJ2UxRo82j3-gkHyMjMtK_7GpXC1T5Nnad3F2T_8QScEvXMuQCLAa8F83tlqt2_spvL5de0zlS2n8rNpAcmebaJn9TozbcPLqM1vXeyJLM6pd7MZM78fVHOCOg_nG9k-Dta4/s1600/Dirty+Teeth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_kaD-Hk5AJ2UxRo82j3-gkHyMjMtK_7GpXC1T5Nnad3F2T_8QScEvXMuQCLAa8F83tlqt2_spvL5de0zlS2n8rNpAcmebaJn9TozbcPLqM1vXeyJLM6pd7MZM78fVHOCOg_nG9k-Dta4/s1600/Dirty+Teeth.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hmmmm…..let’s see.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This little girl came home from her Granny’s last Sunday AND DIDN’T BRUSH HER DAMN TEETH UNTIL THURSDAY!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where they do that at?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She came home and I peeped on Monday that there wasn’t a toothbrush in the holder but I didn’t say anything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Looked Tuesday, saw the same thing. Wednesday and then Thursday and I just couldn’t do it anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sooooooo, you just want to walk around for a week with yuck mouth?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Who does that? A week!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To add more fuel to the fire, she wasn’t going to say anything about it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Who knows how long she would’ve walked around with doo doo tooth!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man, get of my damn phone with that!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Grossed out yet, wait!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What woman,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>girl, lady, etc. takes a 4 minute and 13 second bath/shower?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unless you <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>are just trying to tighten it up and take a ho-bath, there is no damn reason for a young woman to take a 4 minute and 13 second shower. (yes, I timed it) Ninja please!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1B2EQVfeLSEN1fVKs2u0MXm0MP9FGFB-DzKm_b09vAMz8I99jLeudbK2fWxKvm5PJeLLZFAQAQEBdPIgl_MS0n8EARjPa_SrPG1Op0T9bVbeTA0ejBk1zO9E10POUg0AUE-ZUye0sNyQ/s1600/Charlie+the+Tuna.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1B2EQVfeLSEN1fVKs2u0MXm0MP9FGFB-DzKm_b09vAMz8I99jLeudbK2fWxKvm5PJeLLZFAQAQEBdPIgl_MS0n8EARjPa_SrPG1Op0T9bVbeTA0ejBk1zO9E10POUg0AUE-ZUye0sNyQ/s1600/Charlie+the+Tuna.bmp" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">True story y’all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When my daughter was 2 or 3 years old I used to call her Tuna.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t really know why or how it came about but she was my little Tuna. (I even have a regrettable tattoo of Charlie the Tuna on my chest, don’t judge me) Women rang down from the mountain tops not to call her Tuna.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was told that you can’t call a girl tuna for obvious reasons. I agreed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well…….now the damn name fits!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hate doing it but as a father I have to whenever it happens. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s only right. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have to tell my daughter “you’re a** is fresh and you need to go and take care of that!” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(I don’t do it in front of people or embarrass her and no, it isn’t an everyday thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However….) When I stink, I smell myself and<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want to go and fix the problem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This fool acts oblivious to it and looks at me stupid like something is wrong with me and my nose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s what 4 minute baths do for you……</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNfpl6-amj5ubCCkBb914B482lcg17rbfOJiTqSOCnDjBw4HQJp9gVENAdLJe2MvRKjG_IAQ_DOw76LUf1z76T9q3OdbE9VAyNcwXixFSwDBW1939AUyrMlvRitKOjtsgx2XgVUYbzPSw/s1600/Dirty+Room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNfpl6-amj5ubCCkBb914B482lcg17rbfOJiTqSOCnDjBw4HQJp9gVENAdLJe2MvRKjG_IAQ_DOw76LUf1z76T9q3OdbE9VAyNcwXixFSwDBW1939AUyrMlvRitKOjtsgx2XgVUYbzPSw/s1600/Dirty+Room.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Feet, a**, breath, under arms, head, every damn thing stinks man!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh, did I forget to mention, her room looks like a 3<sup>rd</sup> world country and smells like sweaty alligator back!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have to go in there once a week and throw stuff away, move stuff around, tear stuff up, etc. and somehow it always ends up junky again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WTH?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know hell well it’s not me. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have a small case of OCD and clutter, dirt, mess makes my skin crawl. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m notorious for just throwing stuff away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Put it up or lose it! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have to shut her door and act like that part of the house doesn’t exist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man, she gets on my damn nerves!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
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</div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-34005067755962915902011-10-08T21:25:00.000-05:002011-10-08T21:25:56.088-05:00Really? I'm Just Sayin.....<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0bYPrOxSZyeHT9ChqeEW-2i4zqOMJ3SL82YYQNs9CqCPMs9aSrDUDYZ8U23k8RECbbGDvSWYaqviNmjHQUSQkIbqMkeiMURLmtKrA8YNifrzHe50xonHK0AkH-Smk026iBSxALlgRac/s1600/Cliff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0bYPrOxSZyeHT9ChqeEW-2i4zqOMJ3SL82YYQNs9CqCPMs9aSrDUDYZ8U23k8RECbbGDvSWYaqviNmjHQUSQkIbqMkeiMURLmtKrA8YNifrzHe50xonHK0AkH-Smk026iBSxALlgRac/s1600/Cliff.png" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What’s up blog world?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know it’s been a while but so much has been going on that I haven’t had time to holla at y’all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, I guess I need to make time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Trust me, it isn’t from a lack of material.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’s PLENTY of that to be had!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_AP180H2JcpeE_F7rrudZKN-hgZ0PGxF8VQvNhbT4RPxnIS9myTaSeEyN9H4MAkGDMKG8t58tU0WNQ7X8RB1kGNW7SVsmvxfhe-DsNCaJqELF0RBXfrb_6m9DrbukLW1Jwu97FNEI9VI/s1600/PSA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_AP180H2JcpeE_F7rrudZKN-hgZ0PGxF8VQvNhbT4RPxnIS9myTaSeEyN9H4MAkGDMKG8t58tU0WNQ7X8RB1kGNW7SVsmvxfhe-DsNCaJqELF0RBXfrb_6m9DrbukLW1Jwu97FNEI9VI/s1600/PSA.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Today’s message is a PSA (Public Service Announcement)…..you can’t have the baby without the baby mama!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It isn’t much of an announcement but more of a declaration.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve preached and preached about this broad over and over but it’s a subject that’ll never get old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My baby mama ain’t *ish!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Am I a saint, of course not but I take care of mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Always have, always will. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Today I’m brewing over the fact that I can’t get any help from this woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>NONE!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For the record, I don’t need it but it’s the damn principle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All I ask of this woman is $50 per month and I can’t get that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not per week or every other week, PER MONTH!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yep, you read it right, $50 damn dollars.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lil mama will by pads, smell goods, and hair products and she’ll be broke but it’s something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All I’m complaining about is effort, show some good faith. Oh, here’s the kicker y’all, she’s pregnant again!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really? (Hell naw it ain’t mine!)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5N0VNpJfXuhIbQUFgF5hHPJonoVAqFQFxXBV3bObAd5Zn0BolNZDAnKEImuysB297Yx3yijwbey171aAPo_cfKNaEtcEzqwnU7WBucUJ4hyphenhyphen-CEOUmcwDuzOGMhXlJS9lN0tTxJNr7hs8/s1600/Child+Support.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5N0VNpJfXuhIbQUFgF5hHPJonoVAqFQFxXBV3bObAd5Zn0BolNZDAnKEImuysB297Yx3yijwbey171aAPo_cfKNaEtcEzqwnU7WBucUJ4hyphenhyphen-CEOUmcwDuzOGMhXlJS9lN0tTxJNr7hs8/s1600/Child+Support.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I could go on and on about this broad but it won’t change.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To date, she owes me $673.45.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Right now, all I want is $50!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I was paying child support and her money wasn’t on time, she would be calling me at my job asking me to call payroll to see what was up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t get $50 damn dollars.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before you ask and if you’re wondering, HELL YEAH I would have her a** thrown in jail for being behind on child support!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It ain’t fair and it ain’t right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She gets her hair braided every 2 to 3 weeks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She eats good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has furnished her NEW apartment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She bought her son an X Box for his birthday but I can’t get $50. Ninja please! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t say it enough, $50.00!!!!!!!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I had to buy all of her school supplies, school shoes, uniforms, etc and this heffa can’t give me $50 to help with that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She could’ve bought school supplies and I would’ve been happy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That wasn’t even $50.00! Nothing from her at all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her son, yeah, he ain’t mine but I went out of my way to buy him something for his birthday, I always do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t do the kids like that. Again, he ain’t even mine but you won’t do for yours?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Notice, I didn’t say CAN’T, I said WON’T!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUuB8XHCwWEGAJnmZhmEiVmrt6OtwupfnWeTfueRdZrBjZ40pt_P1Q5xODFT2X_PepZ-A-77kBUYxlEQHs2yyFJNCvhQm1w2ge1T0dVUXRJmmJXHQk5-fPZZXCYrBdIKDjkpTQnFJbZ1o/s1600/50+dollar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUuB8XHCwWEGAJnmZhmEiVmrt6OtwupfnWeTfueRdZrBjZ40pt_P1Q5xODFT2X_PepZ-A-77kBUYxlEQHs2yyFJNCvhQm1w2ge1T0dVUXRJmmJXHQk5-fPZZXCYrBdIKDjkpTQnFJbZ1o/s320/50+dollar.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lil mama doesn’t go without and I know that’s why this broad doesn’t do anything; she knows that I will.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s just a little frustrating y’all, that’s all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t, wouldn’t, and couldn’t do her like that when the shoe was on the other foot, that’s my daughter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This broad though, I don’t get it, I don’t get it at all. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">$50.00 fool!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>$50.00 damn dollars! Per month!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You hit me up for $600 per month when I was paying but I can’t get $50? I can’t even get an IOU or a post dated check, nothing!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You just flat out say “Ninja, I ain’t paying you *ish”!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man……</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">If they ever, ever, ever, ever, ever ask me about pressing charges or whatever it is they do for child </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">support evaders, she better get used to wearing orange. (I’m just sayin)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3r2NgNJoScRlvfo-TaKF5ijg8ceDbjcFMMUusFTvbmVgQyBz77801gO2q5flgh90kW6QCmeaEjfA5a12SjEye-_iGo0ElA1GkdCbeeTw32wlVZ7uR3HuViQ9mN0bdI2cGHJ5yB8XoUdE/s1600/Jumpsuit.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3r2NgNJoScRlvfo-TaKF5ijg8ceDbjcFMMUusFTvbmVgQyBz77801gO2q5flgh90kW6QCmeaEjfA5a12SjEye-_iGo0ElA1GkdCbeeTw32wlVZ7uR3HuViQ9mN0bdI2cGHJ5yB8XoUdE/s1600/Jumpsuit.png" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And before you say, “what about your daughter, you can’t do that to her”, ninja please!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We’ll bring Hand Sanitizer and Handy Wipes to wipe the plexi-glass and nasty phones in the visitation booths!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cliff Huxtable married his baby mama so this scenario doesn’t even apply…….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0bYPrOxSZyeHT9ChqeEW-2i4zqOMJ3SL82YYQNs9CqCPMs9aSrDUDYZ8U23k8RECbbGDvSWYaqviNmjHQUSQkIbqMkeiMURLmtKrA8YNifrzHe50xonHK0AkH-Smk026iBSxALlgRac/s1600/Cliff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-81189769642390015952011-08-15T20:37:00.003-05:002011-08-16T07:39:26.024-05:00I Ain't Ready.....It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you……<br />
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Hello Blog world, how are you? Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written but I’ve had a lot going on.<br />
New job, moved, got married, etc. Haven’t really had much time to write but I’m climbing back on the saddle.<br />
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Seeing as though I’m not a single father anymore, it may require me to switch up my blog a little. Don’t get it twisted, I’m still the same ol’ father that you’ve been reading about. The difference now is, I have some reinforcements.<span style="color: red;"> </span><a href="http://godsfavoriteshoes.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: red;">Godsfavoriteshoes</span></a> will put one up her A** if she gets out of line and I’m not around. I may have to get my bail money ready when she goes upside lil’ mama’s head. I’m cool with that though.<br />
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There will be some of you that will read this and say “she ain’t her mama, how dare she do that?” Well, I’ll tell you how. I was raised in a house with a step father and let’s just say, he didn’t play that. The same rules apply in my house. It’s about respect. If lil’ mama can’t fall in line and respect the rules of the house, she can get molly whopped by four fists instead of two! Things will be even more interesting seeing as the two of them will be spending more and more time together. See, lil’ mama is starting middle school next year and the wife teaches at the high school next door. So, they will ride to and from school with one another. Isn’t that a riot! I’m sure there will be plenty of silent rides. I wish I could be a damn fly on the wall for all of that tension! HA!<br />
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middle school last year so she has plenty of eyes and ears in the building. I can’t wait to get a f**ked up report about her doing something dumb. It’s going down! Y’all know how I do it. (SMILE) Little does she know, step-mom enrolled her in a pre-AP science course. So, she is going to actually have to study. Isn’t that grand!<br />
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Daddy, it’s too hot to do this every day”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are really going to call me with this nonsense.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Does she know that I will snatch a plug out of her a** for that?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Too hot?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fool, you only have to go to this camp for 4 days!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can’t tough it out for four days?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What kind of kid are you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then I stepped outside…..I felt her pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I started sweating as soon as I touched the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hadn’t even walked out yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, then I had to call lil mama back and tell her if she wanted to quit, I would understand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was fighting with that decision because you don’t just up and quit *ish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Especially stuff I paid my damn money for! Just like the elderly, every year several kids die or pass out from heat exhaustion so I get it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is hot as hell outside. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But……I paid $250 for you to go to this damn camp for 4 days!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s from 9-4, that’s only 7 damn hours! You mean to tell me that you can’t make it happen for four days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’s no way in hell I would’ve been able to quit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mama would’ve looked at me stupid and told me the only way that I could quit is if I died out there!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t believe in quitting so of course I’m in a bind.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m teetering on the side of child abuse by making her go out there in extreme conditions but at the same time, I don’t want my lil mama to hurt herself in any way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you know what I could be doing with that damn $250?!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; 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</div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-85058660986935196202011-06-03T15:53:00.000-05:002011-06-03T15:53:55.785-05:00Summer This and Summer That.....<span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBrJdL71ciitdq250x6dj_uwL1Ki6Ews573zYqHH7x_r5AGCfrH4h2aoTvSKGwluSyJps_N5NpjOwU5EwoXOHyq1IsfuLQ17SW21-XwZCXBnJHYBt-Tos8nqbMOwtezYLqxdHhg7fJwGE/s1600/Heath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBrJdL71ciitdq250x6dj_uwL1Ki6Ews573zYqHH7x_r5AGCfrH4h2aoTvSKGwluSyJps_N5NpjOwU5EwoXOHyq1IsfuLQ17SW21-XwZCXBnJHYBt-Tos8nqbMOwtezYLqxdHhg7fJwGE/s1600/Heath.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
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What does that mean you might ask?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You know what it means!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your kid spending more time with you and getting on your damn nerves!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>School is a stress reliever for parents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It offers sanctuary from the whining, begging, crying, complaining, and everything else that comes with having kids.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For 6 or so hours a day, they are someone else’s problem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, they’re in your damn face all day wondering what we’re going to do next.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbW5DvY9BPpRbXRASLqK6Kdh9sPoPNXsJ608a5pI_paFqSPNsgv_zrvpSutvC5jMxozLUcDf0QZDE3zcKgffoB7vEX_SpK1eogx-QR47SbFSsqrr96OsjxjO6AGEdH-TBtw1r_prf9HoY/s1600/Last+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbW5DvY9BPpRbXRASLqK6Kdh9sPoPNXsJ608a5pI_paFqSPNsgv_zrvpSutvC5jMxozLUcDf0QZDE3zcKgffoB7vEX_SpK1eogx-QR47SbFSsqrr96OsjxjO6AGEdH-TBtw1r_prf9HoY/s1600/Last+Day.jpg" t8="true" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This post is from a different perspective.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You see, for the first 30 days of the summer I won’t have my lil’ mama with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Court documents say that she has to spend the first 30 days (consecutive days) with her mother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s supposed to be 45 but I wasn’t having that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That fool might have tried to take my damn baby to the motherland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s where her silly a** was at for 8 months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell naw!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not working. Not doing volunteer work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not doing a damn thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just there! (I have nothing against Africa or its inhabitants, I have a problem with that damn fool taking my child to another country) Anyway, lil’ mama left for her Granny’s house (where her mother is) the day school let out and she couldn’t wait!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t even know if she told me bye. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There’s a big issue with the whole thing though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s going to be over there for the next month seeing, hearing, and doing stuff that isn’t allowed in my house and after 30 days she is coming back and I am going to have to deal with it. I am going to have to deprogram her a** all over again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was hard enough doing it the first time and now I’ll have to do it again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So much tomfoolery (I love that word) goes on over there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lil mama’s mama is an idiot sometimes and she lets her get away with murder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It isn’t cool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Manners, gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Respect, gone. Diet and exercise, gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It all pisses me off because we’ve put in so much work to get things where they need to be and it’s all going to come unraveled. I am no saint and it ain’t all good at my crib but there is structure and accountability.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m too easy sometimes and I do let lil’ mama get away with stuff but I don’t baby her, I’m not her friend, and she is responsible for herself and her actions. She doesn’t really like me and I’m more than alright with that. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m trying not to be pissed about it because there isn’t much I can do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can only sit back and wait to see the mess that comes back home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQnSIJJxO7bym5Iin4IX_nf2cHfH4CJ4kOAt-l-65qnVJne9IoWtvTyejWBkiQ81uo_JeW0qw0HrP3Sj66qaZpX6FJ6Bj9AfbQ7kCjxEa56wKJs7zl6dl54VPK9gjFckKJF-mMcMQNqg/s1600/1199733497_cheating-durring-exam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQnSIJJxO7bym5Iin4IX_nf2cHfH4CJ4kOAt-l-65qnVJne9IoWtvTyejWBkiQ81uo_JeW0qw0HrP3Sj66qaZpX6FJ6Bj9AfbQ7kCjxEa56wKJs7zl6dl54VPK9gjFckKJF-mMcMQNqg/s320/1199733497_cheating-durring-exam.jpg" t8="true" width="238px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">On a brighter note, lil’ mama was commended on the Science portion of the State test.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was really proud of her but it makes me wonder what was tested.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is the same child that circled; D) a table, as the answer to the question “Which one of these solids can change forms and be poured into a glass?” Technically, you can do a lot to a table to pour it into a glass but she wasn’t thinking that way so don’t try it y’all!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Especially when the other choices were ice cube, butter, and wax. (something like that) Before you say, “this boy’s child is dumb as hell”, she missed like 10 out of 20 and after I checked, all her answers were dumb a** answers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, she was rushing to go outside and just chose whatever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>PISSED ME OFF!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After I punched her in the back of the damn head and made her redo her homework, she got them correct. Anyway, she got commended on the test so I’m assuming that she took her time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or, she cheated or guessed her a** off! Either way, I was a proud papa!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, again, there isn’t much I can do about her leaving and to be honest, I miss her a little.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not a lot, she gets on my damn nerves!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I do miss her and I’ll be happy when she comes home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She won’t, at all, but I will.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Remember how nice and sweet the Huxtable grandparents were? They didn’t have a deranged mama living it up off the government and child support sleeping on their couch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, at least they didn’t show those episodes on TV. 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</div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-15108610951794624792011-05-13T13:00:00.000-05:002011-05-13T13:00:15.449-05:00I Don't Want No Scrub!<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-1XPhoV2FVJKe0rhgKcUo_6T0X98JldXV-6F58LUXVK6j7pwofH6MakSnKWBj6wclgbTYKp0iybXBJJMxHvpk6LuEZ9lqDvkL8jdAdkPmyR-IV-pGZ1bntbyhrnW1CGQ124G6YB3uLU/s1600/Another.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-1XPhoV2FVJKe0rhgKcUo_6T0X98JldXV-6F58LUXVK6j7pwofH6MakSnKWBj6wclgbTYKp0iybXBJJMxHvpk6LuEZ9lqDvkL8jdAdkPmyR-IV-pGZ1bntbyhrnW1CGQ124G6YB3uLU/s1600/Another.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMl11dk6PGC0DOwKua7p9HyH9aox-bmpByqVNha6aYmAY9d3zAr8S5jioMQkax5qbdkJ34QrQEFGWxs8AXDCvCpYTLIDOapxMw1VprnA8NM5NC7bI0AgOhUy38vxoUFCj91yIFLem6mfQ/s1600/Sportsmanship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMl11dk6PGC0DOwKua7p9HyH9aox-bmpByqVNha6aYmAY9d3zAr8S5jioMQkax5qbdkJ34QrQEFGWxs8AXDCvCpYTLIDOapxMw1VprnA8NM5NC7bI0AgOhUy38vxoUFCj91yIFLem6mfQ/s1600/Sportsmanship.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Moral victory? Who made that up? Who decided it was a good thing to shake the other teams hand after they beat the hell out of you? That isn’t cool.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was speaking with my sister-in-law as her kids played in the same league that Shaggyd00 played in. Her youngest girl (she has 2) played on a really good team and regularly won. She goes on to tell me that they let another team win because that team hadn’t won all year. What? Really? She said it was good for the other girls to get a win; it would help to build their self esteem. What? Really? Where they do that at? As she told me the story, I looked at her like she had a dookie stain on the side of her face because we don’t do that where I come from. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I wanted to tell her, F*%# those kids, F*%# the coaches, and F*%# the parents in the stands saying “good job girls!” (But, she’s a Christian woman so I couldn’t come at her like that.) Really, your kid didn’t do anything! How in the hell was it a good job. Oh, I get it…..it was a coincidence that our best players just happened to trip running around the bases. Oh, it’s just by chance that our girls didn’t hit the ball today. Oh, it’s just by chance that our girls let the ball roll into the outfield. Man…..it ain’t by chance that your sister, daughter, niece, is sorry as hell! That is the issue.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Is it our team’s fault that y’all suck? Practice harder. Get better players. Don’t make us take a loss because your girls aren’t good enough to win. Tell them to try another sport! Maybe the coach sucked and they didn’t work on the things that they need to but don’t make our girls take a loss for y’alls sorry behinds. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, if I get in trouble at home and my dad is going to punish me it’s cool to say, “Oh, thanks for whoopin my ass dad. I’ll see you next time. I’ll bring my A game and wear thicker pants.” Hell naw!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Y’all know me; I’m not in denial at all. My kid sucks. I attribute it to it being her first time ever playing but still, she ain’t no damn good. It is what it is. I promise you, I won’t be asking the other team’s pitcher to throw her some easy ones. Hell no! If she can’t hit the damn ball, her bad! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Oh, excuse me coach…uh…my daughter is pitiful at the game of softball and it would make her feel so great if she knew y’all aren’t trying and are letting them win. Coach, her self esteem will be through the roof to know that you let her hit one. Coach, she won’t earn it but you making her know she sucks even more than she does will be awesome. Thanks, coach. I really appreciate you making her think that she’s a good player when you and I both know she’s terrible.” Hell naw!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I understand certain circumstances, I really do. I saw a story on ESPN where the other team let a blind kid hit some free throws in a game. I saw a story where a father ran his son, who was confined to a wheelchair, into the end zone after the other team said it was alright. I get those types of stories. Those are children who will never get the opportunity to compete in sports in a normal setting. Those are touching stories and I would do it in a heartbeat if I were a coach. But, just because you suck doesn’t mean that I am going to do it. There’s nothing wrong with your team other than the fact that they need to practice and work harder. Hell No! Not on my watch! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgowZfCAa7NQ9G8gZTQSVcY9XlfxA03PJXVNArmGT8GfR1wlfn8THf9lgeIExvbcd-y-E_M5S28z_UTFUxwSzy6-e27kFtFEokP_0EP_GXRuIKyXAn0-suIMed3zNwyEefuee4uKVSG5k/s1600/Monopoly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgowZfCAa7NQ9G8gZTQSVcY9XlfxA03PJXVNArmGT8GfR1wlfn8THf9lgeIExvbcd-y-E_M5S28z_UTFUxwSzy6-e27kFtFEokP_0EP_GXRuIKyXAn0-suIMed3zNwyEefuee4uKVSG5k/s1600/Monopoly.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">BTW….I beat the hell out of her in Monopoly last night. I tried to warn her. I told her that I’m not letting her buy property, get by without paying, skip spaces, etc. I ain’t giving her a damn thing. She is going to work to be a better player at whatever she does and I’m not going to make it easy. She’ll appreciate and understand it more later. What kind of lesson is that teaching her if I do? You can suck at everything in life but eventually, someone is going to feel sorry for you and help you out. Yeah, okay…..</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> On a side note, she did ask why they have to shake hands after a loss. I was proud at that moment because I’ve always hated that myself. If I lose, I want to walk down the line and tell every person in the other jersey “F%#@ You and your damn parents!” So, I don’t even think she would want a damn handout. Gotta love it!</span><br />
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</span></div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-62408507710763538882011-05-02T15:08:00.001-05:002011-05-02T15:58:03.079-05:00Closed for Repairs.....<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.productappeal.com/photos/sexy_costumes/mechanic_costume.jpg" id="thumbnail" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 19px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 1px;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wkeiLNl-CSBh1YXTT34Be45p5jjYfJA3ceE6_hiz2A4nNpXcd0ijgh4yR6txtPsJLkPQ7Lm0Hr1fkRNsl2I4Cd87QQ1mY03xXzG-amClptWodeiN5Dbp4ru_Wn8bg5QMtN2xDwnLZDk/s1600/Out+of+Order.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wkeiLNl-CSBh1YXTT34Be45p5jjYfJA3ceE6_hiz2A4nNpXcd0ijgh4yR6txtPsJLkPQ7Lm0Hr1fkRNsl2I4Cd87QQ1mY03xXzG-amClptWodeiN5Dbp4ru_Wn8bg5QMtN2xDwnLZDk/s1600/Out+of+Order.bmp" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A couple weeks ago, I read a comment to one of my posts that had me a little beside myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My initial reaction was to comment back and say something ugly but I had to sit down and think about the context of the comments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After reading it again, and again, and again, I can see where the reader was coming from.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While the comments still sting a little, there is truth and validity to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I figure I need to clear up a few things are set the record straight…..</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have gone in on my baby mama several times on this blog and in fairness, she hasn’t had the chance to defend herself of tell her side of the story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe the person who left the comment is a baby mama and is sticking up for her sister.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe she is a woman that doesn’t like me slandering another woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell, maybe she was just having a bad day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whatever the reason, I took offense to it and I’m not sure if I should’ve.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The comments read as below:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 140%; margin: 0in 0in 9pt 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif'; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 140%; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">“You are the one who had a kid with her! Oh and intelligence genes come from the mama. You are in for one hell of a ride.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 9pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">All of it is true, I think.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not sure about the intelligence thing but I don’t want to take the time to research. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yep, I had a kid with her so that probably knocks my intelligence meter down a notch. There were several factors into me having a kid with her:</span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 9pt 0.5in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">1.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was jobless, broke, and trifling as hell so I was living off of her.</span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 9pt 0.5in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was 20 years old and not very bright.</span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 9pt 0.5in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">3.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The snacks were great at the time. (I won’t go into details but 20 yrs old + nothing but time = whipped) I’m just saying…..</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 9pt; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrF3B76wuVwJ4gNeMbT397W_qjeNTlFe6A-c5fNz0Cy4nzeoU8UbNJHJPvflF5wPCemm97L7LguZt_ta8eJZ6iL3hcAK4KeEQQLXjW1mC-wqJple4qR-hrWpX0MrQQ0-oV9sLlSdk5qZc/s1600/Elevator+2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrF3B76wuVwJ4gNeMbT397W_qjeNTlFe6A-c5fNz0Cy4nzeoU8UbNJHJPvflF5wPCemm97L7LguZt_ta8eJZ6iL3hcAK4KeEQQLXjW1mC-wqJple4qR-hrWpX0MrQQ0-oV9sLlSdk5qZc/s1600/Elevator+2.bmp" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, needless to say, I set myself up for failure with that one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On top of all of that, I saw the signs on the wall long before she was pregnant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She didn’t get crazy 11 years later.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s been crazy for 32 damn years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve known the baby mama since I was 11 and not much has changed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The elevator stopped on the 4<sup>th</sup> floor then and it stops on the 4<sup>th</sup> floor now. I won’t go into details about it all but when you ask someone else to count your change after you buy something because you want to know if it’s right, well, out of order elevator!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew all of this going in but I just didn’t walk away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWU6VmDT8f24em_g9Fhv35jRGebg0XY7izkZMwkP7oydzwF66gWPTDUAId1MNlqK5GS8ZTLVH7iWsR7odkQJ2__oMkKord4x2scSF9t9lcGm6cZC3xCuzNkhM0x2a2GVahi-Dz3a2VSw/s1600/Uncle+Luke.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWU6VmDT8f24em_g9Fhv35jRGebg0XY7izkZMwkP7oydzwF66gWPTDUAId1MNlqK5GS8ZTLVH7iWsR7odkQJ2__oMkKord4x2scSF9t9lcGm6cZC3xCuzNkhM0x2a2GVahi-Dz3a2VSw/s1600/Uncle+Luke.bmp" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 9pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My mama told me, my dad told me, everyone told me but I was “in love”. Man, please!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was stuck on stupid and sliding on dumb! She had her son in high school and I didn’t hit the brakes then.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell, at that age I just figured that meant she was giving it up. I thought I was lucky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t get it wrong, there are plenty of women who have children in high school and turn out successful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I say what I said to say, she didn’t take care of her son then, when I got with her, or now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She didn’t defy the odds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing said, “Sean, don’t have a kid with this fool, she doesn’t even take care of the one she has”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nope, I heard something say “Face down, a** up, that’s the way we like to …….”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 9pt; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Maybe I deserve all of this crap I am getting from her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I put her through hell when we were together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wasn’t a model person, baby daddy, or man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Truth be told, I sucked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, I figured it out and I’m still working to be the best father I can be. I called the repair guy to get my elevator moving again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, we’re in the penthouse and steady building.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As for her, you’re better off taking the damn stairs. </span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQee8AtGpHapafzft3uzgoFvyyXlStnsv8RNZu-SGEwcpLwZDTaAwb1TVM" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="See full size image" border="0" height="80px" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQee8AtGpHapafzft3uzgoFvyyXlStnsv8RNZu-SGEwcpLwZDTaAwb1TVM" style="border-bottom: 1px solid; border-left: 1px solid; border-right: 1px solid; border-top: 1px solid; margin-top: 10px;" width="80px" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">With all that said, yes, I am in for a hell of a ride.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell, the ride I’m on doesn’t have any seatbelts and I’m not sure if the brakes work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Luckily, I have a good mechanic and she’s riding shotgun (</span><a href="http://godsfavoriteshoes.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;">godsfavoriteshoes.blogspot.com</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">). <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m Still trying to decide if I am going to give her the permanent job or not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve offered a couple of times but she wants a better benefits package.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Damn…..</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8qa3QlEqJhsZdqCAfmmvZKsJif2D4eTc5Hf2o6npG8X-D_WyW0vykE55TOVzp5SwwkZ91C4JJWT_n4jtbMoeLjCNnDdml_sHnLyz-fIRR5k6BWPlCHgr1aLn9skWbKEglGYxhhMhkJk/s1600/Elevator.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">All in all, I’m stuck with her ass (My baby mama, not my mechanic. I am going to keep my mechanic though.)! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m tired of getting off on the 4<sup>th</sup> floor and walking to the 10<sup>th</sup> while dealing with her but it ain’t up to me to fix it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At this point, I think the parts are obsolete and that elevator can’t be fixed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If the intelligence gene comes from the mother, I pray that lil mama got a skipped generation or something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t have her asking me if Alaska is a foreign country.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvhB2QOyka3V6DlqABsUd-lu5lrPMqLoBUXeckmAXj2lcYtdMAseVQKjAq0wufu1n0TC8RN3Q8XyRJs4-8LJ1QxfttOIoJ6py15oGreSo7uV5vEMLjx-RJshKx1_CMxFLBxJ12tIBjQM/s1600/The+Hux.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvhB2QOyka3V6DlqABsUd-lu5lrPMqLoBUXeckmAXj2lcYtdMAseVQKjAq0wufu1n0TC8RN3Q8XyRJs4-8LJ1QxfttOIoJ6py15oGreSo7uV5vEMLjx-RJshKx1_CMxFLBxJ12tIBjQM/s1600/The+Hux.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, I’m not perfect, haven’t always been a good father, and I’m definitely not an elevator repair man but, taking the stairs gets old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh yeah, I ain’t Cliff Huxtable either…..</span></div></div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-9361471337176824212011-04-25T22:41:00.002-05:002011-04-26T15:53:01.039-05:00Daddy's Not So Little Girl.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzRcJB0Jn5XrWTvW4GQWWnE7U0HQ8tKDHmr5eXBonptIO0kY-T7Xg8Lv8xMBbGs3JdfvtDSKxpSwwP6I4wv0cx9VsEPXHCxAuTLE17PlRHBhSVCrP2CYEDNE-iNPkE685walBHiNNJRI/s1600/Chair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know that my little girl isn’t going to stay a little girl forever (she’s far from that now) but damn, I’m not ready for this, man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lil mama is built like….man she ain’t built like no 10 year old that I went to school with!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’s something in the milk!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkC_eGPI-7I0HlydrHdR72V1ueLE__k8pRMe0NLoXfg_LY7440MgTFN3GZMhycVDIJe6Yl9AHvKlACJOn-xwH15POh-OJgK3aGZ_RK64aoPdp59ItqZG97vdz9JZYK3X0foPH8Jtz4f0/s1600/Milk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkC_eGPI-7I0HlydrHdR72V1ueLE__k8pRMe0NLoXfg_LY7440MgTFN3GZMhycVDIJe6Yl9AHvKlACJOn-xwH15POh-OJgK3aGZ_RK64aoPdp59ItqZG97vdz9JZYK3X0foPH8Jtz4f0/s1600/Milk.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Let me start by saying that I’m just not dealing with all of this too well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Case in point, I walk into her room the other day to wake her up for school and I pull back the cover and her Chi Chi is staring me in the face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>MAN, I DON’T WANT TO SEE HER BREASTISIES!!!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daddies aren’t supposed to see those types of things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What’s crazy is, I wake her up mad like she did something!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looking at her telling her to put that damn *ish up and she’s looking at me like “what did I do”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell, she’s still half asleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man, I just wasn’t ready for that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need her to sleep with a bra on or something, man……</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3r5dXSGQ2Iw9J4W1JskRAYBlnfGB743mhgVfxAeFshgoK3RhYAfKPoTJD_6GvoqP-VwZfZpKYKGeePO2n603T_ImAVFvmLY9DRMcQQfglR-M_hU9ms3uRs8o0UOmjl6NQSF5R0mdddyw/s1600/Bra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3r5dXSGQ2Iw9J4W1JskRAYBlnfGB743mhgVfxAeFshgoK3RhYAfKPoTJD_6GvoqP-VwZfZpKYKGeePO2n603T_ImAVFvmLY9DRMcQQfglR-M_hU9ms3uRs8o0UOmjl6NQSF5R0mdddyw/s1600/Bra.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hmmm, another instance…….We were at softball practice and I was watching the girls run laps and it hit me like a “I’m Rick James B**ch* slap that my lil mama needs some new sports bras.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m watching all these little petite little girls run around and I see my lil mama with breasts and cakes shaking everywhere!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted to snatch her up, run to the car wrap her in some plastic wrap like a spring roll!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t get me wrong, she isn’t a 10 year old wearing a double D or anything like that but her little nubs aren’t the usual nubs and I’m not feeling it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want to get her an extra small spots bra but that might mess up some circulation or something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As she would say, “Daddy, that’s child abuse”.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m always telling her, “that’s too damn tight”, “that's too damn small”, “girl, I’ll bust you in the back of the head if you don’t take that off”…you know, stuff like that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Part of it is that she is a kid and doesn’t know any better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wants to be a kid and doesn’t totally understand that she can’t wear the things the other kids wear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The other issue is her silly a** mama giving her the clothes that she can’t wear anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She thinks it’s alright to give lil mama her old Dereon jeans and halter tops.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What the Hell!</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzRcJB0Jn5XrWTvW4GQWWnE7U0HQ8tKDHmr5eXBonptIO0kY-T7Xg8Lv8xMBbGs3JdfvtDSKxpSwwP6I4wv0cx9VsEPXHCxAuTLE17PlRHBhSVCrP2CYEDNE-iNPkE685walBHiNNJRI/s1600/Chair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzRcJB0Jn5XrWTvW4GQWWnE7U0HQ8tKDHmr5eXBonptIO0kY-T7Xg8Lv8xMBbGs3JdfvtDSKxpSwwP6I4wv0cx9VsEPXHCxAuTLE17PlRHBhSVCrP2CYEDNE-iNPkE685walBHiNNJRI/s1600/Chair.jpg" /></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Anyway, now I have to stay on her about wearing her robe and putting on a damn bra! I DON’T WANT TO SEE THAT *ISH!</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s weird sometimes seeing all of this because at the core of her, she’s still just a little girl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My little girl!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I look at her sometimes like, damn, this is some bull, but we’ll sit up and watch Sponge Bob together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m tripping about the Chi Chi’s and cake action but she still likes to act like a baby and get whatever she can out of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We have to go down the woman isle at the store to get ‘stuff’ but we’ll bake cookies and watch “Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man, it’s crazy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We still have a whole lot of work to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t teach her how to be a woman and I try not to fuss too much about what not to do as a woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We’re still working on the whole “time of the month” thing and I’m trying not to stab her in the top of the head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I guess it’s a lot for a 10 year old to deal with but that doesn’t mean I want to!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will say that I have had help with it all, even the whole Chi Chi thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know the first thing about bras (except taking them off but I’ve never been good at that either….sorry, I had a moment) </span><a href="http://godsfavoriteshoes.blogspot.com/2011/04/gfs-series-christ-chicle-sigh.html"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">Click this link</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> to read about our bra fitting experience at JC Penny.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ll say this, I had no idea breasts grew by the hour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Only at JC Penny…….</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Maybe I need to calm down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe I just need to accept the fact that my little girl is growing up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe I need to lock her in her room, chain her to the bed, and bring her out when all of the other little girls catch up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or, maybe I need to eat a pudding pop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Isn’t that what Cliff would do?</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">BTW…..I’ve been told that boys are cute.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WHAT THE HELL????<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Coming soon…..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/laL8RAinW4A?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-52521743871725628702011-04-04T22:06:00.000-05:002011-04-04T22:06:53.730-05:00Can I Get a Hit!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1X4Bhdb_jpf_zpJ-hqtGqhgvpr7s2CoJplJwcTtYrJCY5IWKwZyh-qqBWOcvCPg0kIwzqj5tTB8LCDAqe3rHRwz5PA8I1M3SxakYw7Wqpzm1kA2IFqG52MhQewH_BIUkHkb3QkJ_Z2I/s1600/Sheen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1X4Bhdb_jpf_zpJ-hqtGqhgvpr7s2CoJplJwcTtYrJCY5IWKwZyh-qqBWOcvCPg0kIwzqj5tTB8LCDAqe3rHRwz5PA8I1M3SxakYw7Wqpzm1kA2IFqG52MhQewH_BIUkHkb3QkJ_Z2I/s1600/Sheen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1X4Bhdb_jpf_zpJ-hqtGqhgvpr7s2CoJplJwcTtYrJCY5IWKwZyh-qqBWOcvCPg0kIwzqj5tTB8LCDAqe3rHRwz5PA8I1M3SxakYw7Wqpzm1kA2IFqG52MhQewH_BIUkHkb3QkJ_Z2I/s1600/Sheen.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The drought is over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lil Mama finally came through and swung the bat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ll go one better than that, she hit the ball! The seas calmed, the skies opened, gas prices stopped rising, Charlie Sheen was sane for this special moment in time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> (yes, yes, yes, we're WINNING!) </span>It was magical, but I’ll get to that in a moment….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Shaggydoo caught a fly ball in outfield!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WTH?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would’ve expected her to hit a grand slam before she would catch a ball. Whoa!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ll paint the scene for you…..</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The first batter of the game hits a fly ball into deep right (coach puts her in DEEP right field because he knows hell well that she can’t catch or throw and he hopes that nothing gets hit her way…I would do the same damn thing if I were him) and it comes right to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t get me wrong, it came directly to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She shuffled her feet a couple times to get under it, put her glove up in the air, and the ball fell right into it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span> I’ll take it how I can get it but there was absolutely NO skill involved in that play whatsoever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What’s even more crazy, the stands erupted like she had just won the game. (it was the first damn out!) I get it though, everyone went nuts because they were sick of their kids carrying Shag and her doing nothing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In addition to the fact everyone expected the ball to fly right past her for a homerun. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jokes on y’all!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Even though I was thinking the same thing and reacted in the same fashion) They really wanted to say “it’s about damn time she does something” or “her sorry a** better not have missed that ball”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, she didn’t!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoQXEt6WNLT7E36niA9Qj47b6LcsokEOpEtJ75GyGrWtpoLGJfkC6QyRzFG2JZzG4TZuMyPwjdW8jWiRSUu3qOPoplurLpC4vpwOJNlCY6o9dhXhyphenhyphenFDA6rekk_7Uc7jVwQsL_gra9vUw/s1600/Softball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now back to the batting…..as you remember my last post, I gave her the business for not swinging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, we’re hitting now!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t get it twisted, we haven’t hit the ball out of the infield yet but we hit the damn ball.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And, of course, the crowd went wild like she won the damn game.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a simple hit but you get it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought I was going to lose my s**t!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t believe it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course I’m super competitive and wanted her to hit the ball over the gate so I’m looking at her like “really, 6 ft? that’s all?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She could care less if the ball rolled 6 inches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She hit it and because of it, wants me to shut the hell up.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoQXEt6WNLT7E36niA9Qj47b6LcsokEOpEtJ75GyGrWtpoLGJfkC6QyRzFG2JZzG4TZuMyPwjdW8jWiRSUu3qOPoplurLpC4vpwOJNlCY6o9dhXhyphenhyphenFDA6rekk_7Uc7jVwQsL_gra9vUw/s1600/Softball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoQXEt6WNLT7E36niA9Qj47b6LcsokEOpEtJ75GyGrWtpoLGJfkC6QyRzFG2JZzG4TZuMyPwjdW8jWiRSUu3qOPoplurLpC4vpwOJNlCY6o9dhXhyphenhyphenFDA6rekk_7Uc7jVwQsL_gra9vUw/s1600/Softball.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m sure you’ve read this and said to yourself “damn, this fool isn’t satisfied with anything, that poor baby can’t catch a break.” I’ll let you in on something,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’M SO DAMN PROUD OF MY LIL MAMA!!!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was the loudest mouth out there and if someone would’ve said something foul, I might have gotten escorted out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At that moment, I wanted to tell the rest of the parents to kiss my a** because my kid is better than some of their damn kids.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I’m the parent that wants to say, “your kid doesn’t do any damn thing”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Can she get a hit” “why won’t she throw the ball” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Damn, she can’t catch?” The tide has turned folks, the tide has turned!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I did my 25 push up in front of the team just as I promised and you know what, the next game she got a hit too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I really am proud and can’t stop smiling as I type this up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m just happy my kid isn’t the weakest link anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Has she gone H.A.M. and knocked the ball over the fence, no. But her 2<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">nd</span></sup> hit was more like 9 feet as opposed to 6.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Outside of me being overzealous, she is really enjoying herself out there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s interacting with her teammates and laughing with the coaches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She even told the pitcher “now what b***h” after she got her hit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so proud. (Not really, I would’ve slapped the s**t out of her had she done that as she isn’t supposed to be disrespectful or use foul language but I would’ve been like “hell yeah” on the inside) </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hopefully, we can keep the momentum rolling and I’ll give you guys a post saying she hit a grand slam and made a double play.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Until then, I’ll just take it how I can get it and enjoy all of the moments that we’re having.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBxLmZgXtky3hLZpaK9X9MD6oO_OhOWk6Pygy1iWCyUCWW7w6ZgC4W_Xzv6FWhzopboYzUfcMdOxL-b03KCzy4LVHI8WoT3Zn0M7uICVA2PQSs-JIVc1O1wc9ECNyjfqbVzvgNpqzxNU/s1600/New+One.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBxLmZgXtky3hLZpaK9X9MD6oO_OhOWk6Pygy1iWCyUCWW7w6ZgC4W_Xzv6FWhzopboYzUfcMdOxL-b03KCzy4LVHI8WoT3Zn0M7uICVA2PQSs-JIVc1O1wc9ECNyjfqbVzvgNpqzxNU/s1600/New+One.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBxLmZgXtky3hLZpaK9X9MD6oO_OhOWk6Pygy1iWCyUCWW7w6ZgC4W_Xzv6FWhzopboYzUfcMdOxL-b03KCzy4LVHI8WoT3Zn0M7uICVA2PQSs-JIVc1O1wc9ECNyjfqbVzvgNpqzxNU/s1600/New+One.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This time, I don’t really give a damn what Cliff Huxtable would do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What Sean would do is smile from ear to ear, give her a big hug and tell her how proud I am of her and how proud I am to be her father.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh yeah, I already did that……</span></div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-57317860058956724072011-03-29T20:48:00.001-05:002011-03-29T20:50:10.949-05:00Is there a scholarship for pretending to play?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLoDoTgbIfNPalAP749zBeWwcLjtX3y471Lz71vL5itARCCbKacBb1MRT8p-y_3a3sRAjRSNogyToic2VvF6vIO9eedj40izC6muYrR2dG5gHx9u3giwftQhcQxh3QUwNhED090jUd650/s1600/Huxtable+%25231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLoDoTgbIfNPalAP749zBeWwcLjtX3y471Lz71vL5itARCCbKacBb1MRT8p-y_3a3sRAjRSNogyToic2VvF6vIO9eedj40izC6muYrR2dG5gHx9u3giwftQhcQxh3QUwNhED090jUd650/s1600/Huxtable+%25231.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you…..</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just like most fathers, you dream of your child growing up to be the next great athlete.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you<br />
have a son, you have dreams of him being like Lebron James, Ken Griffey Jr., or Michael Vick (insert joke). Daddies may dream of their little girl becoming the next Flo Jo, Candice Parker, or Jenny Finch. Ahhh…those dreams.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, at this point my friends, I’d be happy if my child was a great team equipment manager! I’m sure by now you see where I’m going so, here we go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkJDsBDwyhxghQ7P1Se0ygns20EchhzFEjw2583-tU-_ALF2RLFKLUNQdaXS5SixHU94gq3_NLYn0grVGpUq8pz0B4dDgBtnbdbXdSfi-sHRn1FZre3775ggK5iXRj3T0OBGea0q0rdw/s1600/Fosters+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkJDsBDwyhxghQ7P1Se0ygns20EchhzFEjw2583-tU-_ALF2RLFKLUNQdaXS5SixHU94gq3_NLYn0grVGpUq8pz0B4dDgBtnbdbXdSfi-sHRn1FZre3775ggK5iXRj3T0OBGea0q0rdw/s320/Fosters+009.JPG" width="240" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the pantheon of great athletes, my poor child was left on the outside of the stadium.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I should’ve known this because when we tried soccer, her favorite position was goalie!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fast forward to now…we are trying our hand at softball.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As all of us know, the object of the game is to hit the ball, score runs, and keep the other team from scoring, just to name a few.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, we’ve scored a few runs and…..that’s it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In practice, my lil mama hits the ball like Barry Bonds (less the back acne and shrinking balls) but in the game, SHE WON’T SWING THE BAT!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every game she stands there like she is going to knock the hell out of the ball but it’s all an act. You should see her up there, it’s intimidating.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I was the opposing pitcher I would be nervous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shag is bigger than most if not all of the girls and she crowds the plate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has a stance straight out of the majors and just by pure force she should be knocking the ball into the outfield….negative! She won’t swing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, will be happy as hell that she made it to base of four balls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What in the hell!!!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m competitive dad and I want her to win, be the best, kick ass and take names.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nope!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We just stand there and be the gentle giant that we are.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sigh……</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have to accept that my child would rather draw circles in the dirt with a stick instead of exert energy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have to accept the fact that my child would rather play tag with the 6 & 7 years olds as opposed to being competitive with girls her age.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s a hard pill to swallow but, I guess I need to get a glass of water.</span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know what you’re all going to say…encourage her, help her, it helps her confidence, blah, blah, blah…..I get it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, it doesn’t change the fact that my child is the biggest on her team and the damn worst!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Who does that?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I try to tell her to use her size to her advantage, does she?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell no!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Big damn teddy bear!</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">If you’ve read my blog in the past then you know my child isn’t the most academic and now we find out she’s not an athlete.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man, I’m running out of choices.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe she’ll be a rapper?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe she’ll be an actress?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell, she may be the first African American female president.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bush won, need I say more……</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, we have a few games this week and I’ll be in the stands cheering, hoping, wishing that she get a hit as usual. Hell, I just want her to swing the damn bat. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mr. Huxtable could swing, maybe I need to be more like him....who knows?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/TfCY3jrVZDQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-64971918101433534512011-01-17T21:41:00.000-06:002011-01-17T21:41:09.376-06:00A few beans short of a burrito.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3bkx2QA_FtXefTRxI4R1kT79dzTeLFznMRvwrsvUqdsuFFIh3_8xdpn3esqZn42ZoDk5Uk-3vsea7gU0Zk0bwqLr-KW3uhyphenhyphenE51w-KvfgkVLUY5uuYmDjgo8IL8WzZuHWgEGDYzizbKqI/s1600/Hux.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3bkx2QA_FtXefTRxI4R1kT79dzTeLFznMRvwrsvUqdsuFFIh3_8xdpn3esqZn42ZoDk5Uk-3vsea7gU0Zk0bwqLr-KW3uhyphenhyphenE51w-KvfgkVLUY5uuYmDjgo8IL8WzZuHWgEGDYzizbKqI/s1600/Hux.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGoa1rflKBmMmUQS8RO97VH6SnErnkkpp542iexKT6K3n6lk67PLKT7XcIdfWmuiY1P6T-IA1_37T8PCwjOm2jowvcVG3x9Eb7Lfe1y0mRwonpKrieZ0HuLVpXIwQmD0vToA5X-5kMV4/s1600/Duh.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGoa1rflKBmMmUQS8RO97VH6SnErnkkpp542iexKT6K3n6lk67PLKT7XcIdfWmuiY1P6T-IA1_37T8PCwjOm2jowvcVG3x9Eb7Lfe1y0mRwonpKrieZ0HuLVpXIwQmD0vToA5X-5kMV4/s1600/Duh.bmp" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I hate when people say dumb things to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It really strikes a nerve.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My lil mama does it and it bothers me but she’s only 10 so I try to ride with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When grown folks say stupid *ish it really gets under my skin. For example, my daughter walks into the kitchen, sees me peeling shrimp, washing shrimp, seasoning shrimp, putting shrimp into the skillet but asks, “Daddy, you cooking shrimp tonight?” No, baby, I’m making Kool-Aid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What does it look like I’m doing?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But she’s 10 so I let it ride. Example 2: I’m sorting clothes, running the water, adding the detergent but she looks me in my face and says, “You about to wash clothes?” No ma’am, this is how we change the oil in the car in 2011!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WTH!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hate dumb *ish but she’s only 10 so I let it ride.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I say all of that to say, it’s okay at 10 but it’s dumb as hell when you’re a grown a** woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am no Einstein but my child’s mother is a few beans short of a burrito.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She says some of the dumbest things to me and it has gotten progressively worse over the years. Before she became an international woman of mystery she once told me that she wanted to go somewhere that she would need a passport to visit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course I ask where and what does she say, Hawaii!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hawaii, for real? I looked at her for about a whole minute in awe of the dumb *ish that just came out of her mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>FOOL, YOU DON’T NEED A PASSPORT TO GO TO HAWAII! I politely asked her to never say that to another human being and then proceeded to walk away. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHScqpWR9cpY1GV0YF4HWRh2_cCqIvyy3D9Q_Z40ap_hFXgrGY96JfpQlhGOFYXJLr_YCOV1C_bWAZzJYOyyamVcrL-fsoaT4d3yq3ChjSql6SAsJnTuuw6oghdj7sxi7XGndyOKsvdoo/s1600/passport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHScqpWR9cpY1GV0YF4HWRh2_cCqIvyy3D9Q_Z40ap_hFXgrGY96JfpQlhGOFYXJLr_YCOV1C_bWAZzJYOyyamVcrL-fsoaT4d3yq3ChjSql6SAsJnTuuw6oghdj7sxi7XGndyOKsvdoo/s1600/passport.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I could go in on my baby mama for hours on end but I won’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m sure she has some pretty messed up things to say about me but she can never say that I’m a bad parent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Woosah…..Okay, there is a reason why I’m writing this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The International Lover called me the other day to see how her child was doing. ***insert joke*** Well I entertain it and then I proceeded to tell her that lil mama had to get glasses. What’s the first thing that comes out of her mouth you may ask, “Where did she get that from, I don’t wear glasses.” FOOL, JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T DOESN’T MEAN SHE WON’T.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, at some point should I expect my lil mama’s nuts to drop and grow hair on her chest?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell, she’ll get it from me right? Maybe I should just expect her to be dumb as a damn rock and use a damn See-n-Say until she’s 27 because she gets it from you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man, I hate dumb *ish!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Don’t get me wrong, I do understand heredity but some things should just be left unsaid, damn….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Maybe I am blowing all of this out of proportion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe it’s not that big of a deal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe she’s not as dumb as I make her out to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know the answer to any of that but I do know, Cliff might agree with me on this one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/buwpJm-6oEM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGoa1rflKBmMmUQS8RO97VH6SnErnkkpp542iexKT6K3n6lk67PLKT7XcIdfWmuiY1P6T-IA1_37T8PCwjOm2jowvcVG3x9Eb7Lfe1y0mRwonpKrieZ0HuLVpXIwQmD0vToA5X-5kMV4/s1600/Duh.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-37406634589118653622011-01-14T15:12:00.002-06:002011-01-14T15:19:35.903-06:00Are they serving Filet Mignon at the school house?<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoG7EAcBvZXQfTsO5aHpJ8Hwci4k9LVVIh7vVFebApX6wiK61X_18j67QTnCuObR2NO2RTF5MdDshiMoac_wntRRLZjGKQGhSIrbAlrU7plYSinJqxNKwrhxXmbQB8_2W36ux20EUGOzI/s1600/Heathcliff.jpg" />Why do kids think they’re slicker than a can of oil?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kids really try to pull the wool over our eyes like we don’t know what the hell is going on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t they realize that we were kids once upon a time? (some of us much longer than others but y’all get what I’m saying)</span><br />
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</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBM9aNkFrP24kQYWZSxCveKK0q4SZzrjFOCpf8g1M46deOslrVcNUTtNzgyfgJCUMGSWO25zfQ7Nf9HmaWYxw8bkROXu487ARttFjH6_iZ4nuu0UuJTwn-4QgLWeTskHzxaYsjJVoGyF4/s1600/Wool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBM9aNkFrP24kQYWZSxCveKK0q4SZzrjFOCpf8g1M46deOslrVcNUTtNzgyfgJCUMGSWO25zfQ7Nf9HmaWYxw8bkROXu487ARttFjH6_iZ4nuu0UuJTwn-4QgLWeTskHzxaYsjJVoGyF4/s1600/Wool.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Doesn’t it just tickle you to death when your kids say “I was just about to” or “I didn’t know” or my favorite “I forgot”?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fool, how in the hell did you <u>forget </u>and I just told you 27 seconds ago?!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How the hell were you <u>about to</u> when you’ve been laying the same spot for 2 hours?!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And, <u>you didn’t know</u>, how in the hell didn’t you know that it wasn’t alright to go over your friends house when I JUST TOLD YOU THAT YOU COULDN’T 10 MINUTES AGO AND I WALKED AROUND THE DAMN CORNER AND SAW YOU STANDING THERE!?</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">They get better as we all know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I actually do love “I was right outside”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Case in point, I said be in the house at 6:30 and you come in at 6:36 but because you were “right outside” it’s cool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell naw!</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know I was a mess as a kid (still am if you ask certain folks) so I laugh at the majority of the stuff that goes on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s only 10 so I need to embrace the small things because trouble is right on the horizon. TEENAGE YEARS!!!!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Part of the issue too is the fact that my lil mama is punking me and trying my patience.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She knows what she’s doing and she pushing the boundaries.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’s an ongoing<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>issue with the cafeteria and the school calling me like a damn collection agency!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“This is the K**** ISD food service department and your child (insert name) has a negative balance of $2.95.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please send payment with your child to school on the next school day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thank you” WTH!?</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIZmkzlTWyt27kZScK-GAc8QVgTrOJryx0cLNXkMb6CLbH3ext6TRgMqi1Mq6d603fb3HBgz3lyPemdFw_5ET7WEo429PxW_rdiA6IE88oGihVMtKvOCyFMv2OCIUmwB9nBpkvpt6WO0/s1600/Collection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIZmkzlTWyt27kZScK-GAc8QVgTrOJryx0cLNXkMb6CLbH3ext6TRgMqi1Mq6d603fb3HBgz3lyPemdFw_5ET7WEo429PxW_rdiA6IE88oGihVMtKvOCyFMv2OCIUmwB9nBpkvpt6WO0/s1600/Collection.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">They call me like the damn IRS!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anyway, lil mama eats a good breakfast every morning before school and packs a good lunch but lo and behold, she likes to eat the school lunch too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have to drop her off at school early (around 7ish and school doesn’t officially begin until 8:30) and they don’t eat lunch until 12:55. Let me expand on that for a moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is crazy as hell!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why in the hell do those kids eat so late?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m a grown man and I can’t make it past 12 without starting to shake and need to nibble on a carrot or something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s child abuse!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I digress……</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, she eats a nice breakfast before we leave, sometimes eats again at the cafeteria, eats lunch at 12:55 (ri-damn-diculous) and sometimes gets another lunch also.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s just being down right damn greedy!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s one or the other, not both!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve sent her to school with an extra fruit or two or maybe a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for in the morning but she’s still trippin!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Being hungry is one thing but she’s being greedy and testing my nerves!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It also strikes a nerve because my lil mama ain’t necessarily little.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We’re trying to watch what we eat and I guess when I’m not around to watch she’s going to eat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Damn….. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What she doesn’t get and I keep telling her, “THERE AIN’T *ISH THAT YOU CAN DO AROUND HERE WITHOUT ME FINDING OUT”! Yeah, I can go online and see exactly what she bought and when.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The internet is a BEAST! So, lunch is $1.65 and breakfast is .95.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’ll have 2 or 3 charges on there for $1.95 or .95 and told me “I bought a cookie.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fool, cookies are itemized too and they’re only .50.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After I almost bust her in her damn head down to meat under the white meat I had to laugh at that one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But still….she’s trying to punk me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, what did I do you ask?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has to eat nasty-a** school lunch until she decides that she wants to start bringing a health, balanced lunch again. Oh, and the catch, she has to use her OWN DAMN MONEY!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell, you got me spending money on groceries for lunch food and breakfast and then I have to turn around and replenish an account that I didn’t deplete.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>HELL TO THE NAW!!!</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She'll either get tired of eating soybean burgers and Salisbury steak pucks or run out of money trying!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Maybe if I were Cliff Huxtable I could send her to school with one of those big a** hoagies or a Bacon- Burger-Dog, but I’m not so I can’t. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But if I was…..</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbT1nBfuRgdFdFG4PgkUmoBwbYnlD476OO4QV8zi2_hgOBsfo_4RyiUCyt961TjcQ5zZBkg6jg71th-ob3ADr-rXR60cduBzNceGe_nLrIiYNSOEmA7fnmZcKrdTMOwyRuEDGczM0-awQ/s1600/Hoagie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbT1nBfuRgdFdFG4PgkUmoBwbYnlD476OO4QV8zi2_hgOBsfo_4RyiUCyt961TjcQ5zZBkg6jg71th-ob3ADr-rXR60cduBzNceGe_nLrIiYNSOEmA7fnmZcKrdTMOwyRuEDGczM0-awQ/s1600/Hoagie.jpg" /></a></div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-39821123124619939132010-12-16T19:49:00.000-06:002010-12-16T19:49:20.608-06:00If She Don't Know Me By Now....<div class="MsoNormal">I know it’s been a while but life with kids, life with me, life in general is crazy and there doesn’t ever seem to be enough time for it all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Damn….</div><div class="MsoNormal">I believe the children are our future.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teach them well and let them lead the way….Thank you Whitney Houston.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTWtaKKIAKfnDM5OXA1hFwePg2sf48K_7bsw5d1S99GhN96baf-bg" /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>However, if my child is my future, I’m up crap creek without a canoe!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I already have to sleep with one eye open.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> She asked me about my life insurance policy the other day. WTH! She's 10! </span>The older she gets, man……</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal">My lil mama and I are polar opposites.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I like white, she likes black.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I want Mexican, she wants Chinese.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I want to rob a bank, she won’t drive the getaway car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything is like pulling teeth with her and I’m not ready for veneers yet! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I can’t get this child to crack open a book to save her life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I tell her to go study she looks at me like I just told her Hannah Montana was really a dude.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s like the end of the world if I ask her to do anything academic. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am no Nobel Prize winner or scholar myself but damn!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t get her to do anything pertaining to school. She’s been counting down the days until the break and it’s finally here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To top it off, SHE CAN’T WAIT TO BE RID OF ME!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I say that because she usually goes to her grandmother’s house when I have to work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is where she was living before she came to stay with me and that is her haven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s a good thing but it hurts my feelings to know that she hates being her with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Over the Thanksgiving break she literally cried when she had to come home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m a big boy but my feelings were really hurt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Truth is, I would hate living with me too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know I’m hard but I’m hard because I want her to be better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want her to be a better student. I want her to be a cleaner individual.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want her to be more tactful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want her to be more self-sufficient so she can leave me the hell alone sometimes!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I swear that she has a proximity disorder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I’m sitting on the couch, she’s sitting on the couch 2 inches from me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I’m in the kitchen, she’s peering over my shoulder in the kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has separation anxiety or something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I’m more than 2 feet away, she goes into panic mode! (I’m joking but she is always in the mix like Bruhman from the 5<sup>th</sup> floor)</div><div class="MsoNormal">I just want her to be better and my idea of better is a little overbearing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know she’s sick of me and I’m trying to tone it down but it’s hard.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">S</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">ide note….funny story. Lil mama and I were in the mall a few weeks back and I ran into an old class mate. I hadn’t seen this cat in over 10 years so we chopped it up for at least 15 minutes. After we laughed and caught up we exchanged numbers and bid one another farewell. As my daughter and I were walking away she turns to me and says “Daddy, I don’t know why you took that man’s phone number, you know you aren’t going to call him.” I looked at her like, Damn…..she was right, I NEVER call anyone when I say I am so I wasted 15 minutes of my life. Damn shame how well my kid knows me. Too bad I not more like Cliff Huxtable. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
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Just thought I'd do a little something different this time. I did have to get in lil mama's ass the other day for continuously trying to get over on me but I just didn't feel like typing it up. When I say get in that ass, I had to break out the belt and pull a James Evans on her. And yes, she pulled a Penny. No Daddy, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I'm sorry! As soon as that belt hit that ass, no more words. We had James Brown, Al Green, and Etta James in this camp hollering! I felt bad afterwards but she had it coming. I've been a parent for over 10 years and that is only the 2nd spanking (whoopin for my readers who know the deal) I've ever given her.<br />
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Do y'all believe in whoopin ass or is it bad parenting?fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-80158137576009702132010-11-08T21:43:00.001-06:002010-11-08T21:45:38.195-06:00Teach me how to study, teach me, teach me how to study.....<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">First off, let me say thank you to all of the readers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do appreciate all of your kind words and support.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Those words go a long way.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5JTPXCHaNRvJtKuLk_xRHy535rgLRkEsptNPM2f5RnIIS7WGrc_Pep2uJOLaPS5pwbjCj35_elyts_umhs_TA5W1Cr9pe19HzDT1HqAF__MPIR3a3Hm9cEDJgCHaiYub6yFfIlsYQ5g/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5JTPXCHaNRvJtKuLk_xRHy535rgLRkEsptNPM2f5RnIIS7WGrc_Pep2uJOLaPS5pwbjCj35_elyts_umhs_TA5W1Cr9pe19HzDT1HqAF__MPIR3a3Hm9cEDJgCHaiYub6yFfIlsYQ5g/s1600/untitled.bmp" /></a>Well, on to why we have a new post today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>School!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ll go on record by saying that I wasn’t the most astute student in the world but that wasn’t until high school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In elementary, everything was pretty steady as she goes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It doesn’t seem that way with my lil mama.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>DAMN!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will say this though, I don’t recall doing some of the stuff that they do now when I was in the 5<sup>th</sup> grade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe I was in the slow class and didn’t know it but it seemed like we were still trying to color in the lines and count to 20.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lil mama comes home with questions about how to balance a check book and what is the diameter of the hypothalamus gland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> (Well, maybe not that intese but I'm just sayin.....) </span>In the 5<sup>th</sup> damn grade!</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">With that said, I still don’t settle or accept mediocre grades.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I at least expect you to get all B’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would love for you to be a straight A student but I don’t expect you to be able to build me a rocket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It doesn’t take much to be a C student and that is what she aspires to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>HELL NAW!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I’ll be honest, math isn’t my thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went to school and studied English.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m born in Indiana, raised in Texas, never left the country, and have a degree in English.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I challenged the hell out of myself, huh?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I can read, check.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can write, check. I can speak the English language, check.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hell yeah I’ll get a University to say that I’m an accomplished academic in this. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Enough about me…like I said, math isn’t my thing so I empathize with my lil mama and her math grades but a damn D in Social Studies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Social Studies?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s like failing recess!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All you do is read, write, and recall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are no equations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No formulas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No theories.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You just need to remember who went were, when and why.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked her about the French Inquisition and she wanted to go to La Madeline.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WTH?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1hjdc6ha1WfqU97Zn0nCAK7SLcJhkmPXGDxkk80z7np5FL3ZTUlZAOAMOihKRm7oDBZA_raAIlS10CpsnqzGcxWgp73e3C3mfXGxhBPTRWy7uHjAE3TzKCqT-hHnsg0n4mntk6ZgTGk/s1600/Report+Card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1hjdc6ha1WfqU97Zn0nCAK7SLcJhkmPXGDxkk80z7np5FL3ZTUlZAOAMOihKRm7oDBZA_raAIlS10CpsnqzGcxWgp73e3C3mfXGxhBPTRWy7uHjAE3TzKCqT-hHnsg0n4mntk6ZgTGk/s1600/Report+Card.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Ask my lil mama what happened on one of those Madea movies and she’ll quote every line.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tell her to teach you how to Dougie and she will call Dougie and break out into a routine with him on the line.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ask her about Justin Bieber and she’ll tell you how warm he likes his soup but ask her about a damn fraction….Child Please!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I know there are more avenues out there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tutoring, learning centers, on-line programs; I get that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My issue is with my child being alright with mediocrity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She doesn’t even try.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I said, “Shag, go and read a book, do something different.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At that moment, I think I saw a portion of her brain ooze out of her ear and drip on to her shirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was like I asked her kill a kitten or something but just at that moment….the phone rang.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> The sky opened, the sun came out, the sea parted, s</span>he woke up out of her trance like she had found the last golden ticket and Willy Wonka was at the damn door. I think I popped a blood vessel telling her to get her damn ass off the phone! WTH?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Maybe I’m tripping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe I am being too hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe I need to just let her do her thing in hopes that she comes around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe I need to drink more and worry less.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe I just need to be more like Cliff Huxtable…..</embed></div><embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="never" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFY0HBkUm8o?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" wmode="transparent"></div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583975549810539272.post-31464924508659414962010-11-03T23:28:00.000-05:002010-11-03T23:28:33.565-05:00I Dream of Africa Too!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi6HErn5tHfYqlil9mlXGI3Nk4tEad8EuDULTRX6JG5KnX491DqGQbATpSxhG-9Zdz38fU1sKxdmtG8pVydA-XO0cAf23PU111jmGDPRvnS22BfGPgu3vxqTnB-T34rIfWqXgeuS_HHAI/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi6HErn5tHfYqlil9mlXGI3Nk4tEad8EuDULTRX6JG5KnX491DqGQbATpSxhG-9Zdz38fU1sKxdmtG8pVydA-XO0cAf23PU111jmGDPRvnS22BfGPgu3vxqTnB-T34rIfWqXgeuS_HHAI/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I will start this off by saying Dave, </span><a href="http://babydaddydiaries.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">babydaddydiaries.blogspot.com</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">, is my hero.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is what a single father should be and what I aspire to be one day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After reading a few of his posts, I need to step my damn game up!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thank you, Dave! </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">With that said, this isn’t a post about the wonderfulness of being a father.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This post is to vent a little about my pathetic excuse for a baby mama.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I gained custody for a reason.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That woman is unfit to care for a pet rock! (She once asked me if you needed a passport to go to Hawaii)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yeah, I know…..</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Truth be told, my daughter lived with her grandmother but my baby mama had custody.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Crazy, right?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The messed up part is that I had to pay child support for no damn support.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s like buying a bra that doesn’t work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No support leaves your ninnies all over the damn place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just like my lil mama!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I used to have to pay child support.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s called CHILD SUPPORT.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m breaking her off something proper each month to take care of lil mama and she’s taking care of herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(See clip below)</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Calibri;">Note: I know I already posted this but I just had to do it again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I used to do a little spoken word and she pissed me off and I just gave her the damn business on stage that night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh yeah, it’s a little self plug for myself too though. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Taking my daughter shopping consisted of going through her closet and giving my daughter the things that she couldn’t fit anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dumb ass girl has a nine year old wearing skinny jeans and halter tops. My lil mama was still wearing shoes from 2 birthdays ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soooo…..she looks like a stripper in training with bad feet and a skin rash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Are you damn serious?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Want to hear something funny?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This fool wanted me to pay her child support even though I have custody.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is just ignorant as hell!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I had to ask her, did she want me to rent Kylea from her?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Was it going to be Lease-a-Kid or something?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My attorney had to laugh at her ignorant ass for that one.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What am I left with?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fifty dollars a month and where is she…..this fool has been in Nigeria for the past 2 ½ months eating foo foo, buying head wraps, and calling my damn house with a fake ass accent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fool, you’re from Houston!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Who does that?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tell me!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh, yeah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>SHE DOESN’T HAVE A DAMN JOB!</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfOyyiG3QHSeZ_azYyI9YUlRJSWeefSqZCEmiesjaKJ9NesqcH0f4YCrHWzWrWM5t_keZNsA2rwU3qa_40KuiAouZXXT5GYcwX6-qpETED8XdWlz6VZkpNRHLZOROLskZ6L32JDf_6L4w/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfOyyiG3QHSeZ_azYyI9YUlRJSWeefSqZCEmiesjaKJ9NesqcH0f4YCrHWzWrWM5t_keZNsA2rwU3qa_40KuiAouZXXT5GYcwX6-qpETED8XdWlz6VZkpNRHLZOROLskZ6L32JDf_6L4w/s1600/images.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ll digress…..I will leave my baby mama alone for now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just read one of Dave’s post and it made me a little angry, a little bitter, a little salty about my STD (<strong><span style="color: red;">S</span></strong>tuck with her ass <strong><span style="color: red;">T</span></strong>il one of us <strong><span style="color: red;">D</span></strong>ies) .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt like slapping the hell out of someone (the BM of course).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Boy Stop!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Man…..I guess that’s why I ain’t Cliff Huxtable. </span></div></div>fosheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999846196440306389noreply@blogger.com6