Wednesday, June 27, 2007

There's No Place Like Home, I Thought.

I usually keep the posts on this blog light. Wearing ladies shoes, pierced privates, and boob licking are the kind of posts associated with my little corner of the Internet. When I have something serious to get off my chest it is usually about my oldest daughter Sarah.

Sarah is currently living in a residential treatment home for teenagers. She has been there about 15 months now. It looks like she has turned the corner and is on her way to possibly coming home.

About 2 months ago a light must have went off in Sarah’s head. I guess she decided it was time to start working on getting out of that place. She is now in a program at the school that is starting to get her ready for just that, coming home. If she works hard and stays focused she may actually be home for Thanksgiving. It is all pretty exciting.

I am actually writing this post while waiting for a phone call from Sarah and her therapist. We have a therapy session once a week…….

I kid you not; I just got off the phone with Sarah’s therapist. She is off the program. Earlier today she started a fight in one of her classes. She pulled a hand full of hair out of her opponent and she possibly has a broken nose. WTF. He asked if I wanted to talk to her. I said no. I did tell him to ask her a question, “What was so important about that fight? It probably means she will be spending another Christmas in Utah.”

I gotta tell ya, it is times like this that make me think to my self, “What the hell was I thinking?” Did I just adopt a whole lot of trouble for the next 18 years? It really scares me sometimes. I see an awful lot of Sarah in Alissa. Is a lot of this stuff genetic? The girls do have the same father. Austin has a different father, and he has different issues.

I'm just pissed and I feel like blowing off some steam right now. I know I could have the same problems or worse if Sherri gave birth to some of my own evil spawn. I guess this is just all part of being a parent. Yea.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Sometimes Less Is More

I’m not sure what to make of the message my son is trying to send me. I don’t think my wife would appreciate his suggestion.

Father’s Day this year was uneventful, the way I wanted it. I got up early to do the yard work before the temperature outside hit triple digits. Then I came inside and kicked the kids outside. I got to watch most of the U.S. Open, I watched a movie (Slither- very gross, very funny), and Sherri made me dinner.


Thursday, June 14, 2007

We Are Family!

I think dinner is a great time for families to spend time together. My family sits down at the kitchen table almost every night for dinner. When I was a kid, more often than not, I ate dinner in the living room, in front of the T.V. Sometimes my mom would join me, my dad was never home and my sister was busy screwing up her teenage life. I didn’t plan on fixing that when I became a parent, we just started doing it from the first day the older kids came into the house and it stuck.

Dinnertime has produced some fine stories that will be used as ammunition against my children at a later date.

An annoying fly is buzzing around the table.
Wife, “Aw man who let the fly in the house?”
Austin grabs the fly swatter, “I’ll get it!”
Austin tries, but misses badly each time, “Daaannngg, that fly jacked me off!”
Trying not to choke on my Costco Chicken Alfredo, “Excuse me?”
“That fly jacked me off!”
“Where did you hear that phrase Austin?”
“Don’t you mean jacked up?”
“Austin, jacking off is a bad way to say you are touching your private parts.”
I smile at Sherri and roll my eyes.
“Oh yeah mom, you mean like that time you walked in on me in my room!”
Alissa chimes in, “Austin was jacking off!”
“What? We are all family. Right?”
Heavy sigh, “Yes Austin, yes we are.”

Friday, June 8, 2007

Creamy Peaches

I don't know what "Isn't this a creamy peach?" is supposed to mean. It is just one of the four or five lines I have in Bleak Future.