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My oldest son is 9… It’s a fact. It’s undeniable. I suck at super Mario brothers. Especially when we are playing multi player. You might think…well if you know you suck, don’t play. Or, if you know you suck, just have fun playing. But no. I suck AND am an ass. I do enjoy playing with Sarah and Jack…who are much better at the game. i enjoy the “we” Wii time that we have. But I, as I have mentions, suck…and get frustrated. I mean, really. Hidden shit? flying turtles who come outta nowhere. Fish that just swallow you. WTF? And that princess keeps moving. And Mario is never gonna hit that. Bur we do, amidst the angry outburst, have fun. And they have fun of taunting me with my lack of skills. One day I’m gonna rescue the princess…she’ll be 147, but I will tap that!
4:00 am. The house is quite. Then Tony decides he is unhappy and starts yelling. Now, I do as every dad does in this situation…wait a few moments to see if mom is going to make a move. She doesn’t, so I get up to check on him. For the record, We don’t ferberize our child, but we also don’t run in at every peep. He’s sitting in the doorway of his room with his blank-y and a few books. “Excuse me” I say as I try to open the door. “Me Me” he replies. “Time to go lay down in your bed buddy.” Which he does. Gets up, grabs his blank-y and climbs into bed…I love that baby. So I head back to bed. about 4 minutes later, Sarah gets up. she grabs her cell phone, so I think she’s getting up to go work…she does that sometimes, cause she is AWESOME at her job. “Damn,” I think. “Why didn’t she just get up and tuck Tony in if she was going to get up any way. I could have stayed in bed.” grumble…grumble She uses her phone as a light to make her way to the bathroom. ARMEGEDON!!! Oh…um…Never mind. Grumbling stopped. She stayed home today with stomach virus type symptoms.
Alma from Rodrigo Blaas on Vimeo. As I stand on the cusp of a new decade I reflecton the past 365 revolutions of this small planet we call Earth and think…all I did was try to survive. Not in a physical harm, snakes on a mother fuckin’ plane, kind of way, but a financial way. It seemed everything we did to get ahead recoiled in an unexpected way. Everytime we got ahead, another shoe would drop. Every time we would get to a comfortable place, we would loose site of our actual finances and overspend…putting us back in a hole. I shutter to think how much the bank made off us this year. I didn’t see any “extra” money from my commission based job until December this year. Already, in the first month of 2010, I see the possibility of some very lucrative jobs paying off, helping my take home pay. I have also recently paid of the credit debt from my previous marriage.I think we are smarter for 2009, and hopefully we carry that knowledge throughout the new year. I want to do more than survive this year. I want to make positive strides towards improving our situation. I don’t want to dread the end of the month EVERY month. I want to have the ability to take my family out without fearing the repercussions. 2010…please be kind to us all. |
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