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My daughter was alarmed when I told her I usually had a cup of coffee for breakfast. That went against what we were telling her about breakfast being the most important meal of the day. So, this morning she sent me to work with a breakfast of dry Frosted Flakes and a bottle of water. The note reads “Dad, I love you. Please take this with you! You will take this with you !! O!K!”

And she followed it up with a phone call to make sure I will eat it.

Just been reading more than writing. Well, except publishing those nude pics of EF and Lizardo. I have the nude Sugar and Spice pics all ready for the next time I feel the need to exceed on the blog list.

For now, everythings kind of calm. I’m clueless, but less stress too, so I guess that’s OK.

I’m Number Nine

I’m Number Nine

I’m Number Nine

Thanks guys. I feel so fulfilled today

Not really. But for once I’d like to make the top ten.

My son cooked dinner last night.

I have always been the chef in the family. I don’t know exactly when it was, but I made crepes for breakfast a while back and my son fell in love with them. So, I taught him how to make them. Over the weekend he made up some batter so he and his sister could have them every morning. Well, last night he said he wanted dinner crepes for dinner. So, well, OK. He made some crepes, we made some fillings and we kind of had a crepe bar. It was really fun. And he was really proud of himself. I sat there stunned. And then when it was all done, he was so jazzed he offered to clean up the kitchen. Amazing night.

It can’t just be me, but the time it takes for time to pass has slowed down this month. January flew by. But this month, wow, has just gone on for freakin’ ever. I don’t get it. Shouldn’t it be spring already?

I never, every write about politics, but……..

I am sick and tired of the polarization of politics today. The truth never, ever exists at the margins, but that is where our political system is heading. Extreme right versus extreme left. I am tired of political comentators pandering to the views of the extreme. More than pandering, promoting. I am sick and tired that politicians have forgotten about us in the middle. Worse, I am sick and tired of our TV and Radio companies pandering and promoting the extremes. It seems that moderation doesn’t sell. I am sick and tired of our political parties. So much time is wasted. So much money is wasted. The entire system is broken.

There was a time when politics was about compromise, common ground. Today politics is about extremes. The money comes from the extremes. Those are the people most afraid of “the other side”. Politicians pander to the money. They forget about those of us in the middle. I’m just frustrated. But maybe it is time to put “none of the above” on the ballet.

I got a note that not everyone read this the first or second time I posted it, so, here it is again.

You know how some people get depressed at Christmas? Well, there are those of us who look at Valentine’s Day as a chance for the world to remind us that our relationships suck.

But, I’m not going to take it this year. This year I took inventory. It is not about the relationships that suck. Its about the relationships that work. It is a day for Thanksgiving for those in your life that bring joy. In all of our lives there are relationships that are important because they work. Work at different levels, for different reasons. This is a day for me to reflect on the relationships that work.

I am thankful for my children. They are my Valentines. This morning I did my usual routine of waking both kids. My daughter is 7. She wakes up, and sits on my lap while she drinks the cup of warm milk I bring her ever day. She stretches, and I carry her to the bathroom. I then head down the hall and wake my my 10 year old son. I make sure he’s starting to wake up by rubbing his back, tell him I am turning on the radio, and then do it. The volume is low, but it helps him wake up. We talk a minute or two, then I get him up, walk him to his bathroom, give him a hug, and a kiss, and then give him his cup of warm milk. I do this every day of the week. They are perfect. I hug each, kiss each, and then I can go to work.

I am thankful for my family. My three brothers, my sister, my mom, her husband, and yes, even my dad and his wife. I rarely see my dad, or his wife. But they are good people. My father’s mother didn’t do him any favors. He was a distant father. But because of that, I made a promise to myself not to be that way with my kids. I have been the primary care giver since they were born. And I can say the lessons my father taught me have served me well. I am thankful for that. I am thankful that Lance takes care of my mother. He is a great man. For those of you who don’t know, Lance is younger than I am. My mother married a man the same age as her fourth child when she remarried. They are a perfect couple. Right now they are on vacation in Viet Nam. My mother could never have the experiences she is having without him. My mother is cool. I am thankful for her. And the relationship I have with her. She is a rock. I am thankful for my brothers, and my sister. We spend at least a week together as a family every year. I love being with them. I love that we can still connect and talk.

I am thankful for my friends. My real life, face to face friends. The ones I sail with. The ones who bring their kids to Cub Scouts, or Baseball. I am thankful for that. I am thankful for my friends online. I do not have a chance for much adult support at home, but I have come to appreciate the support my online friends have brought me. I love making friends, meeting people, talking, exchanging ideas, playing, having fun. My online friends are cool. I am thankful for that. Thankful for you all.

So, Happy Valentine’s Day to all my Valentines. I am thankful for each and everyone of you.

Last night my wife came home and told me my daughter didn’t want to sing a particular song in the chorus. She told my wife that the song reminded her of Wendy.

At a time of reflection of the value of friends, I am struck by the loss of friends as well. Loosing Wendy last year was a deep blow. One I have not recovered from. One that I don’t fully understand. And one that I find harder and harder. Not only because of the loss of a good friend, but that it reminds me how isolated I am. So, at this time of reflection, and giving thanks for the relationships I have. I need to redouble my efforts to tell the people I love, that I love them, and to enjoy and strengthen the relationships I have.

And maybe that is the meaning of Valentine’s Day.

The last couple years I posted and reposted something I wrote about what Valentine’s Day means to the broken hearted.

I don’t think I’m going to post it this year.

So, from what I remember about St. Valentine, he fell in love with the daughter of his jailor, and wrote her a love note on the eve of his martyrdom. Of course, he didn’t get the girl.

Besides the “Hallmark Holiday” status, what do we expect on Valentine’s Day? I have a few friends who are really upset that they don’t have a Valentine when that day rolls around. It seems to be a time when we again focus on the “haves” and “have nots”.

And worse, for the “have nots” are we supposed to pretend we “have”?