Playoff Bound

I started this year’s soccer season with this post called Sisters on the Pitch.  I wanted to give everyone a quick update on how this went.

We won the district by a landslide which ended last week.  Today is GAME DAY and we start the 1st round of playoffs against a team out of HISD (Houston Independent School District).  The school is about an hour and half drive.  So we are going into the Barrio.

The season has been amazing!  Never did I ever dream that I would have my two daughters (age 14 and 17) on the same field as teammates…  But it happened and I have loved every minute of it.

Little B (14 year old freshman) played forward and attacking center mid throughout the season.  She started like a firecracker.  Scored a hat trick on her first tournament to begin the season.   Soon after she was “scouted” and was double-teamed and triple-teamed as a forward for the entire season.  She did end up with 14 total goals and 5 assists.  The 14 goals led the district in the most goals scored.  Remember she is a FRESHMAN played on varsity!  It was impressive to watch.  Coach moved her to attacking center mid to allow her more space and create.  She had many goals late in the season from the 15-30 yard range.

Big R (17 year old Junior) is the defender.  There is no other title that fits.  She plays man-marking on whomever is the best offensive player on the other team.  She sticks to them like glue.  It is fun to watch.  Nobody gets by R.  She is what I would call a “shut-down” defender.  Mean as a rattle snake and quick as a jungle cat.  She finished the season with 2 goals (corner kicks she blasted in) and 3 assists.  But more importantly we only had 2 goals scored on us the entire season.  Think about that…. 22 games and we had 2 goals against us.

Proud father here.

Whats even better is they are in all AP and pre-AP courses making honor roll.  R as a junior has already accumulated 18 college credit  hours from dual-credit and AP classes.  She will finish in June with another 9 hours.

Scouting and recruiting is going hard for R.  She wants to play at a D-2 school because she likes the size of the student body.  She is more of an introvert so she doesn’t like the big schools.  She could play college soccer at most D-1 schools but will make a D-2 coach giggle like a school girl when she decides to play for them.  Just show me the scholarship money.

SO here we are .. 5:35 AM on Thursday.  It is GAME DAY!  Lets go girls…. Take it hard to these playoffs.  I am so proud of these girls.

Single Dad with a car lot

As many of you have followed, you know that I am single father raising two teenage girls.  One is 17 and the other turns 15 in two months.  So… I have been thinking about the vehicle situation.  I have my vehicle and I bought my 17 year old a truck.  She wanted a truck… She lives in Texas…. What did you expect?

So between the three of us we have 2 vehicles.  Well, my brother-in-law is out with me the other night and asks what my plan was for my youngest to drive.  I have just started thinking about it but nothing concrete.  He says he has a very good shape Maxima that he just rebuilt the engine, put new tires on and is very clean.  Nothing special or exciting; just clean.  Asks if I want to buy it for cheap.  I said sure.  He just needed to get it off his insurance and that he could park it behind his shop on his land.  I said, “done… park it and I’ll pick it up a year from now.”

Yesterday rolls around and bro-in-law calls saying, “Come get this vehicle… Its too wet behind my shop and I put my travel trailer there.”  So, M and I head out there and pick up this car.

So lets rehash…

I am in an apartment with two teenage girls and the wonder dog Fred.  That’s 3 people and 2 of them are driving age.  We own 3 vehicles now.

I have cars parked everywhere around the apartment complex.  I have keys all over the place.  I have decisions to make each morning on which vehicle I decide to drive to work.

Craziness, yet again in the house.

I’m thinking I can cruise the town in a number of cars and pick up chicks,

Hot single guy with 3 cars…. Who wants some of this action???

No, just kidding… I have found the girl for me and enjoy joking with her about my car situation.  Maybe she will go parking in the backseat of one of these beauties????

Tinder Box

Ok…. I am scared after reading this news article.  Tinder has been taken too far.  This movie, Ava, posted a fake Tinder profile and had it out there on the dating app.  Men could like Ava and start chatting/texting with her.  This is a computer!!!

tinder

I don’t know what to say about this!  I am glad that I have a new “girlfriend” and will be staying away from the dating APPS.  But this is just downright scary.

I can just picture the poor lonely soul that falls in love with the Tinder app of a computer!  Please….

Good luck single guys.

Sundays in the South

For 25 years my Sundays in the South were just like the Shenandoah song.  I would relax at my nice home, pet my dog on the head, kiss my wife, laugh with my girls, and grill something on the patio grill.  All the while sipping ice tea and listening to smooth music.

Sundays in 2015….

I wake up and make a pot of coffee.  Turn on ESPN and start watching college basketball.  My team, Arkansas Razorbacks, sputter against Kentucky in the SEC Championship game.  I then watch the Rockets barely skate by the Clippers… Both of the girls invite their “boyfriends” over.  SO my little two bedroom apartment with no grill is overrun with testosterone.  I crack up thinking how the boyfriends struggle to talk to me.  Their mouths are dry and they stutter their words.  But they try.  That’s all I can ask.

The kids all take my larger car to the pizza store to buy takeout…

My new girlfriend who has touched my heart brings me a “care package”.  A home cooked Italian meal with all the fixings!  salad, garlic break, and a little pastry of desert.  I can not believe how lucky I am.  This kinda thing does not happen to 45 year old opinionated divorced fathers.

Everything is just smooth…. Then Fred the Wonder Dog throws up on my ottoman.

My new Sunday in the South… I wouldn’t trade it for anything at the moment.

Two Heroes

Blog life comes and goes.  There are days when I can’t get enough of looking, reading, learning, meeting new bloggers…  Sharing the thoughts I have with the unknown world.  Sharing thoughts I have with others that may be going through similar situations or experiences.

Then there are days that I am full.  Days that my “regular” life is happy.  Days that I don’t need to share because I can share with loved ones personally.

There is a happy medium that I must find.  That we all must find.  Where is this medium?

Life on March 13, 2015 is one of ups and downs.  Refer to the post about this being the first Thanksgiving, first Christmas, first New Years Eve without my ex-wife.  Well, as some of you may recall, I am an educator.  Being an educator means I have spring break off from work.  This is my first spring break without my ex-wife.

A blessing and a curse.  I only left town for a few days with my father to attempt a 3-day golf excursion with my uncle (father’s brother).  It snowed.  It rained, it froze.  Golf was not played.  But what was played were the memories shared between two 70-ish something brothers.  One fought in the Korean War and then raised a family by working for a major oil company.  The other was a First Lieutenant going off to Vietnam in 1968 but was miraculously called to Germany for the duration of the war.  He then came back and raised a family by working for a different major oil company.  Both men are modern day warriors.  Both men are Heroes. Both men are role models of the last of the Great Generation.  They believe in God… They believe in what is fundamentally right… They believe in conservative values… They believe in helping those that can not help themselves…  They both believe in love.  They believe in integrity.

I followed behind them most of the trip.  I took pictures from the background.  These two fine gentleman sharing their stories, drinking Bourbon and wine, eating fine food, and enjoying the life they have created.

Each one has experienced tragedy.  Each man has lived.  Each man passes their knowledge to a 44 year old educator who struggles to follow in their footsteps.  I try and pick up any morsel of wisdom that drops from their lips.  It comes in the image of a joke, a thought, a statement, or a question.

I will remember Spring Break of 2015 for the rest of my life.  I walked with giants.

God give me strength to become at least half of the man these two brothers are before I lay my head down for the final time.

Worst Break-Ups

I have been dumped a few too many times.  Its hard buts it is true.  I have also dumped a few girls in my time.  Its not so hard but its true.

The other day one of my friends on facebook posted a picture of myself and my prom date.  We are talking a long time ago.  I looked so good.  My white top hat and cane.  Ice-Cream white tux.  Dude, I rocked the prom.

I remember I was dating a girl that was a year younger.  She was a prim and proper girl.  The type you date but just don’t bring to prom.  Prom is crazy, prom is wild… We had a beach house in Galveston that night.  You have to have a date who is allowed to stay out all night.  Or one that is good at sneaking out.

Well.  As a kid my father always used to tell me, “Don’t date any girl longer than 6 weeks in high school!  High school is for practicing.  You need to have some fun and bounce around.”  I should of never listened to this bit of advice.  Truthfully, he probably told me this after having 4 too many scotches. This was just some great sounding advice that he never imagined I would take.

My prom date was a good girl.  Beautiful, fun, cute, a cheerleader, with good parents, etc…  She was not allowed to attend the Galveston after-prom festivities.  This could not happen.  I had to figure out something and figure it out fast.  My first thought was to get her drunk and just take the limo to Galveston.  I soon realized that was a crappy idea.

I started convincing myself that she was a year younger and I was leaving in June for Arkansas.  Off to college I was heading.  She would be still in high school.  This could never work.

At the prom… I won “Class Wittiest”  This was no surprise.  I was angry that I did not win “Most Popular” but I have learned to live with it along with the help of some counselors.

We then hit the dance floor and did win best dancing couple of the night.  I never knew what our prize was.

Anyways…  I walked over the assistant principal and told him I was going to dump my girlfriend.  I then told him I needed his help.  I handed the AP $60 bucks and asked him to help her.  I then went to the payphone (no cell phones back then) and called a taxi cab.  I walked over to my girlfriend and said something along the lines, “Sorry babe, I’m too cool for school and we are through… Hop in that cab and good luck with the rest of your life.”  I can’t remember the exact words I said but I’m sure they sounded worse than that to my girlfriend.

I jumped in the limo and went to another girl’s house that was a little more frisky.  Threw rocks at her window and she snuck out to Galveston with me.

This is horrible.  This is cold.  But it is true.  I often think back to how horrible I was.  I think back to how devastated she was.

Paybacks are hell.  I hope I am a better person today…