Significance of 4/20

Educators, police officers, emergency personnel all can tell you they hate working on April 20 of each year.

Its an Urban Myth as to why 4/20 is so popular.

Some call it the National Marijuana Day.  Dope smokers conventions all across the backyards, basements, parks, playgrounds, etc… across the country are happening at this very moment.  School is out.  And more than likely your teenager is smoking marijuana.

Do you know where your teenager is at this moment?

We have more “work” at the school than any other day.  The schools are crazy and kids are acting like little fools.  Welcome to 4/20.

It all started with Adolf Hitler being born on 4/20!  That’s my story and I am sticking to it.

Columbine Shooting in 1999 was on 4/20.   Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris thought they would set into motion a chain of events that rocked Columbine, Colorado, the nation, and schools across the world.  The single worse school shooting on American soil.  It was horrific.  I have studied this shooting at multiple times throughout my professional career.  Each time I realize how truly sad it was.

Today I made it through 4/20 at work.  I did not have to have any students arrested for marijuana.  We had many joke about it, make rude comments, or act like fools concerning it.  But luckily, nobody went to jail.  This is rare.  I can recall many 4/20s that led to me having students carried away in shackles, leg irons, tased, gassed with pepper spray, etc…  Today was good.

I just hope the country realizes that legalizing marijuana is not the answer.  Breaking Federal Law with State Law is unconstitutional.    We are destroying society with the entitled attitude that comes from many (not all) marijuana smokers.

I’m not here to start a political debate. Just state from my small viewpoint on society.  Marijuana is creating many many problems.  If you do not agree; just keep it to yourself and don’t read my blog.

An ESPN Peach

Can you imagine snuggling up with this lovely woman?

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Her name is Britt McHenry.  She is an ESPN sideline reporter.  If your not familiar with her read this article about her qualifications. 

Well, this past week poor little Britt got her car towed.  It happens.  To the best of us.  We run “hot” and get a little angry when this happens.  Usually we are angry with ourselves for parking illegally or whatever the situation is.  We usually just don’t get “towed” because we are following the rules.

If this was to happen… I understand a few choice words for the towing company.  Maybe even the tow-truck driver.  I might yell, “shit!!  Ah crap…. dude, please don’t tow my car!”  maybe even tell the lady taking my money to get my car outta hock, “come on lady…. give me a friggin break!  This fucking sucks.  I can’t believe you guys towed me…!”

Im brainstorming here.  Trying to think about what I would say in this situation.  I do recall being towed in college for parking illegally.  I called MYSELF a friggin idiot douche bag.   I do remember that…

What I don’t remember or can’t imagine is this video.  Listen and see how prettly little Britt handled the situation…

Apartment Love

When I first left my beautiful home I moved into a single 1 bedroom apartment in the only complex in my girl’s school attendance zone.  I had to get the 1 bedroom and go on a “waiting list” for the larger 2 bedroom.  At first I was a little perturbed.  They stuck me in this first floor apartment in the very back.  I was isolated.  My patio faced the boundary fence and on the other side was a 24 hour clinic.  I would never see another human being.  Sitting on my patio with wonder dog Fred was quiet.  Lonely even…  No noise…  The guy next to me backed into my truck causing a simple scratch.  He left his name on number on a note under my windshield wiper.  If I would of not got this note I would of never talked to anyone by this apartment.

I finally got to move to the 2 bedroom.  It was in the center of the complex.  Downstairs and full of the hustle bustle activity.  I’m sitting here at 7:11 pm typing this looking out my window and watching people walk by.  This place is like grand central station.  Every neighbor makes more noise than you can possible imagine.  On Friday and Saturday nights I think they have Fight Club in the parking lot.  Luckily I am a sound sleeper and don’t really give a shit about noise.

I’m actually entertained. I absolutely love to be in the center of the world.  I think I would prefer to live in a studio warehouse apartment above a bar in downtown Houston.   I will grab a beer and sit on the patio and watch the 20-somethings argue about what-nots.  Its cheap reality television for me.

My blinds in the bedroom rarely are closed.  I notice that I get ready at 4:45 AM and its still dark outside.  I shower and then stand naked at the sink fixing hair, applying deodorant, etc….  I leave the bathroom door open because it fogs up the mirror if I don’t.  I know the people in the parking lot probably get to see my ass every morning if they would care enough to get up that early for a fun show.  But due to the fact I walk Fred at 4:40 AM every morning I am all alone again.  Nobody in an apartment wakes up that early.  This is a night crowd place.  Most of the young 20-somethings go to work in the afternoon wearing restaurant aprons, tight fitting shorts, or uniforms.  I have multiple college degrees make enough money to put me in a high tax bracket and I’m living in the same type of place I drank myself silly when I was in college.

Living the dream!

I ran across this video and had to crack myself up.  I think this is brilliant.  I’m thinking of moving upstairs just to come up with these ideas.

What a way to pass time!

Soccer Season comes to an end

Readers  –

I know I have posted a few times about my daughters playing soccer and our quest for the state championship here in the little state of Texas.  Well that will end until next year!

We ran into a buzz-saw on Friday night.  A team from SW Houston came in and destroyed us.  It was not so much they destroyed us; it was the fact that a few of our players just “quit” after going down.

That bothers me more than anything…

My two girls have grown up around me and my silly motivational speeches, quotes, videos…  They understand that integrity of playing hard on a team.  Never giving up… Fighting harder than everyone else.  I always explain that they may run into players or people that are better, stronger, faster, prettier, etc… Because you can not control that.  But what you can control and should never run into someone that “wants it more” than you do.  The heart of a champion.  The heart to fight longer and harder than your opponent.  To live harder than others… You can control that.  You can make yourself keep going…  You can will yourself to the next level.

So….  Watching my daughters get upset at the players that “gave up” was hard on so many levels… But made me proud on so many more.

Congratulations my two fabulous daughters… What you have accomplished this year is extraordinary:

  • Maintained all A and B in school.  Both girls taking all advanced level classes.  AP and Dual Credit.  R gaining 21 hours of college credit as a junior in high school.  B gaining 3 as a freshman in high school.
  • B making and dominated the varsity soccer team with her junior sister as a freshman… Accumulating 23 goals to lead the entire district… again, as a freshman!
  • R playing rock solid defense and never having her side of the field give up a goal the entire season.  Only giving up 2 goals all season as a team.
  • R making state in UIL choir
  • B becoming the editor of the school newspaper (as a freshman!)
  • B being named Athlete of the week for the entire city of Houston, Texas

I could go on with this list but you get the drift.  But whats so impressive is the fact they did all of this as their home life BLEW UP around them.  Their parents exploded.  As you can read in the blog, this past summer we went from a perfectly normal family of 4 to a divorced, divided family.  The girls living in my apartment and staying a few nights a week at their mothers 30 minutes away.

That is what I call heroic.  I can not be more proud of my two and the people they are growing up to be.

Playoffs 3rd Round

Not sure if you guys really want the “play-by-play” of my daughter’s playoffs.  But your getting it anyway!

Round 3 was two nights ago… Was a tough tough team.  We came out with a quick lead on a weakass penalty free kick from just outside the box.  Should never of been called but we will take the 1-0 lead.

Then we gave up 2 goals.  Went down 1-2.

Little B took the ball at the half-way line and beat her defender.  Slide the ball to another forward who one-touched it back to a sprinting B.  B had the center back hit her hard so she was able to spin around and kicked the ball up for a volley and blasted the ball on the up bounce into the left upper 90 of the goal from about 25 yards out.  Brilliant.  Best goal I have seen EVER by little B.  Tied 2-2

We give up a goal in the beginning of the 2nd half; down 2-3.  1:47 seconds left in the game.  The girls are all dog tired.  Big R is a wall in defense.  Sliding into girls, blocking shots with her body, chasing streaking forward all over the place.  They dominated possession.  B is getting pissed.  Many of the girls are giving up.  Cramping, our mid-fielder is throwing up on the sidelines, 2 injuries.  We have nobody to sub… Big R has to come out because both knees are bleeding and the ref spots them.  Quickly the trainer tapes them up.. Its a marathon.  Nail biter.  I have a head-ache from yelling and the tension.

1:47 seconds left, Little B takes the ball 10 yards outside the box.  Goes to her left.  Steps past a defender and the center back is rushing toward her.  She hits a hard left-footed goal just above the goal-keepers stretched hand and into the bottom of the crossbar.  Ball bounces into the ground past the goal line for a goal!  We go friggin nuts!!!  Dog-pile in the goal box.  Girls are crying… B is jumping up and down like a maniac.  I’m shedding tears high fiving my father, my buddies who all came out to watch the girls dominate… Big R races down the field in a full spring and picks Little B up and tackles her again!  Its one of the most impressive moments of my life.

Go into double over time (2 – 10 minute over times)  and the score remains 3-3.  Its time for penalty kicks to decide the winner.  Little B sprints out to the spot 1st and takes the ball from the ref places it quickly on spot and bounces as if saying to the ref, “Come on chump; blow the damn whistle”.  Whistle blows and Little B blasts it into the right corner for the first goal!  Our keeper makes 3 miraculous saves and we win the friggin game!!

WOO HOOO

On to Regional Semi-finals (2 games away from state!!).  This Friday at 4.

Both girls are in the ice bath yesterday and today… Lets go girls!

Playoffs!

It has been a whirlwind of a week!  Soccer playoffs, new girlfriend, Easter, shopping, work, practice, etc…  Therefore, I have not had time to update my blog.  I want to… I have been thinking about it but just have not had the time.  Which is all good.

Lets break it down:

Soccer Playoffs:

The girls are playing tonight at 7 in the third round.  They have won the first two games.  I posted a blog before the 1st round here.

We blew out the first round with a 8-0 victory.  My little B scored 2 goals in that route.  R was bored in the back and didn’t let anyone take a shot the entire night.

The 2nd round was a tough game against a solid team from a town north of Houston.  Two of their players have verbal commitments to Texas A&M.  So what???  Our girls were a little intimidated at first.  Both my daughters came home and said that the team was down on themselves and they didn’t think they could win.  Luckily my oldest, R, started telling the girls “we can do this”.  (If you don’t know R was a freshman 2 years ago and our team went to state and lost in the semi-finals.  One of the top 4 teams in the state of Texas… so, she has been there.)

Game day.  It was a defensive battle and we went down 0-1.  I watched the body language of our team slouch and give up.  R yelled at her teammates to fire them up.  She ran out of position and sprinted past an opponent and blasted a ball at the half-way line into the goal box.  It was a moon-shot… This gave time for little B to run underneath it and collide with the goalkeeper and another defender taking them down to the turf as she headed the ball into the back of the net!  We were instantly tied and the girls did a “dog-pile” ontop of B.  Amazing…  Then the team loosened up and we scored another quick goal and then little B put another ball into the back of the net for a win of 3-1.

Little B was player of the week in the main Houston newspaper today.  Pretty impressive for a freshman.

Tonight we play another town’s team that we should beat.  They happen to be in our district and we have lost one and won one against them.  This is labeled the “rubber match”.

New Girlfriend:

Yes, I use the title.  It fits.  We are having a blast.  Meeting each other’s families, kids, friends, etc.. Laughing all the time… Watching movies and sports with each other… Just spending time enjoying each other’s company.  I’m excited and for the first time in a long time looking forward to the future.

Easter:

The new girlfriend and I went to church together.  Both of our kids were with their other parent.  So that was quite nice.  Then we all got together with my girls and went out to my parents for Easter Dinner of pulled pork sandwiches.  The girlfriend past the last test… My mother… lol

Work, etc.. all the same…

I’m off to route my girls on to victory!

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.

When I could I gave it my all.

Very inspirational story on E60 the other day.  This poor kid has been diagnosed with MS.  She was a former select soccer player (like my girls) and started to lose feeling in her toes, feet and then legs.  After tests she was discovered to have MS.

So what does she do?  Of course, she decided to become a distance runner throughout high school.  Truly amazing.

So next time I am feeling sad, feeling like I can’t “go” anymore.  I just need to watch this video.

All I can say is… wow

American Sniper

American Sniper

I enjoy movies.  I have seen a lot of movies in my 44 years.  I have never experienced what I experienced this afternoon at the end of American Sniper.

The movie ended (I won’t spoil it for you) and a few hands clapped but then a wave of silence spread across the theatre.  This was a crowded theatre.  I was alone towards the middle top.  The entire theatre emptied in a slow, orderly fashion and you could of heard a pen drop.  It was deathly silent.

Plain and simple; Clint Eastwood is a genius.

Circa 1978-1980 I was in early elementary school.  My teacher gave us an assignment to write a letter to an influential figure in our lives.  The idea was that they would write us back.  Hopefully, create a pen-pal type of situation.  We get to practice our handwriting and learn how to address an envelope with the correct headings and addresses.  We may even get a little extra something in return.

My influential figure was Clint Eastwood.  I have no idea why.  I was only 8-9 years old.  I wasn’t allowed to watch any of his R-rated movies.  I was watching, Any Which Way You Can and Everywhich Way But Loose.  I guess?

I was enthralled by this actor.  He was such the ALPHA Male to me.  I wanted to be like him.

3-4 weeks after I mailed my letter to Mr. Eastwood, I received a package in the mail.  It was a glossy 8×10 photo of Clint himself in a white cowboy hat!  He signed the bottom

Chris, Thanks for being a fan!

  • Clint Eastwood

I wish I still had that photo.  A long lost memory.  It cemented in my psyche that Clint Eastwood was and is the greatest Hollywood celebrity there is.  I could talk about him for days…

What impresses me the most today is how Mr. Eastwood can write a story… How he can produce and direct a movie that will pull at your heartstrings.  Shake me to my core.

  • Unforgiven
  • A Perfect World
  • Million Dollar Baby
  • Invictus
  • Gran Torino
  • And now American Sniper

I realize that Mr. Eastwood has done so much more.  But these are some of my latest favorites.  The ending music of Gran Torino with Clint singing is haunting.  The ability to infuse sports into Nelson Mandela’s life in Invictus.  The relationship story of A Perfect World and Million Dollar Baby.  Wow… when Hillary Swank breaks her neck in Million Dollar Baby I was rattled.  The gunfight in Unforgiven… The acting he is able to do as well…  I can’t get enough of Clint Eastwood.

 

Bradley Cooper deserves whatever awards that the liberals in Hollywood can muster.  This man is solid.  He nailed this part.  Eastwood was able to cast the best possible actor for this role.

The story is truly inspirational.  My daughter, R, and I went to the grocery this afternoon after I had seen the movie.  She watched it yesterday.  She was asking me.  How could Chris Kyle not “freak out” like the other soldiers.  Why was he able to heal?  I started to go over the beginning of the movie.  Back to his childhood.

Kyle was raised by a very strict father.  He explained that there are three types of people in this world.

  • Sheep
  • Wolves
  • Sheep dogs

Most people are sheep and the rest are wolves preying on the sheep.  The sheep dogs are rare and they are the ones that protect their own.

Kyle jumped in on a schoolyard fight when his little brother was getting his butt beat.  Kyle took down the bully.  His father said at the dinner table something along the lines, “I ain’t raising no sheep!”  He then pulls out his belt and slams it on the table saying, “If you’re a wolf get ready!”  referring to the belt.  So the only other thing you could be in Kyle’s life was a sheepdog.  His dad asked, “Did you finish it?”  referring to beating down the bully.

That explains all you need to know about Chris Kyle.  He viewed his fellow soldiers as “his own”.  He was a sheep dog and was killing the bad guys just to protect his own.  He never thought too deep about the politics, the reasons of war, is it morally correct, etc…. He was simply a sheep dog protecting his own.

R then tells me…

“You know how you are always telling me that most people are sheep?”

I answer, “yes…”  (I have always taught the girls that most people are sheep that need herding. Just because they are sheep doesn’t mean they need to be slaughtered.  Help guide them along the right path.).

R says, “Well I said that most people are sheep or something along those line the other day at school.  Some girl got really mad at me and said that was the worst thing she has ever heard me say.”  R pauses with me looking at her… “I guess she is a sheep.”

We both laugh…. We have a screwed up sense of humor.

Go see American Sniper