Do you want to ring the bell….

I have been so busy and unable to generate and meaningful fodder. I apologize and I will be a little more consistent now that I am through a few things that were consuming my time. So thanks for hanging in there and I hope you enjoy this little number.

When I was growing up lets just say that humilty was not my strong suit. Surprised I know, but I was often a little big for my britches. On one particular occasion my parents had enough of my endless self absorption/promotion and decided to stage a prize fight between me and my older brother in the front yard.

I cannot remember the events leading up to this but I am sure it had something to with me nagging my older brother who wasn’t allowed to pound me so he was getting frustrated. For some reason I was convinced that I could demolish this guy and become the Alpha Male of the house…well of the kids anyway. So I am sure I was going on about my awesomeness and how I could kick his fanny…we couldn’t say butt, it was on the bad word list. So after this proclamation one too many times my parents said, ok let’s see it.

Now I have had several moments where my faith in myself was tested. This was one of those moments. I was about to step into a sanctioned fight with my brother who was 4 years older and several pounds heavier than me. Whatever doubt I had was quickly replaced with ego and I accepted this chance to become the greatness I knew me to be. So to the front (not the back) yard we went.

We squared off and I was standing as tall as I could trying to grab some factor of intimidation. The rules were that who ever cried first lost so I thought if I can scare him into crying I would be out of this without throwing a punch…no dice. So like David standing before Goliath I prayed for some help, but it turns out God does not favor egotism and arrogance…huh go figure.

Chris landed the first punch right on my arm…I thought to myself…that hurt but not bad enough to cry..so I stood in. I was contemplating hitting him at this point when like a saber-tooth tiger he struck again…on the same arm….in the same place…that was still sore from the first hit. I was like that hurt and I think I am going to have to cry…hold back man…..again no dice.

I cried…and I lost. I was ashamed at my failure and did what any little brother would do. I went and found one of my little brothers to pick on so I could feel big. The pecking order had to be respected right?

Back Next Week

I will be back next week. I am preparing for an exam that has had me pretty busy.

Fun Facts

Here are a few fun facts about me for those of you who may be new to my world or just those of you who haven’t heard me babble about my life for a while:

1. 3rd of six children, 5 boys and 1 girl and she ran the house

2. Don’t eat vegetables – unless my children are present – actually I don’t eat much except…

3. I Love Sugar in almost all forms but particularly cherry coke and twizzlers

4. I am a dork – I laugh at my own jokes and most of them stink

5. I am married with 2 boys and I love these people dearly. Farah and I met in high school have been through a lot of life together. She is a brilliant woman and an amazing mother. My boys are just that…boys…tons of energy and very little sense.

6. I am loud but only because I think I am brilliant

7. I am funny but only if your standards are pretty low

8. I don’t like rap, and who told Jamie Foxx he could be a musician

9. I am a neat freak and love organization, I cannot think in clutter and I love to ride in my car in silence to just think

10. I have no style other than the slacker look, but I am usually too lazy to go for it.

11. I have never ridden a horse, been in a hot air balloon or out of a plane, or bungee jumped

12. I am safe and calculated but take risks in the name of experience

13. Six flags is better than Disney__________

That’s all I have right now…drop me a few random facts on youself and let me know what you are into.

I should have been a Jedi

As I watch my kids grow up and get into more things they remind me of my life as I grew up. They are totally into Star Wars right now an love to play Jedi’s and watch anything Jedi, especially Clone Wars which isn’t really Star Wars at all. As a matter of fact Farah and I talked the other day about them knowing Anikan rather than Darth Vader first. It messes up my mind to know that the story is out of order by being in the right order. But that is another post.

When I was growing up I was apparently into Superman. I don’t remember ever being into it, I just think I was because of one Halloween that I dressed up like Superman…sort of.

This was during the time of life that I dressed up and it was still ok to wear your costume to school. So I dressed up with my suit and my cape and trodded off to school. It never crossed my mind that my “suit” was my pajamas. All the other kids had costumes and I was running around in my pajamas and all the other kids made fun of me. I was so embarrassed and swore off Halloween all together.

I can remember running through the playground with my pajamas and kids chasing, pointing, and laughing as I tried to cool up my costume and jump off of things and fly. Obviously that never worked so I tried to fake an injury for the sympathy vote. My teacher, with all the compassion she could muster, said “suck it up” to which I was shocked, but I did because I knew she wasn’t buying it.

Overall I am better for it, but me and Superman are not really on speaking terms anymore.