I heard a joke the other day and I would like ot share it with you. First off let me say this is not a racist joke in the least. I don't like raciam ( can't even spell it thats how much I don't like it :-) ) I can't see how someone can look at someone else who doesn't look like them and automatically think there is something wrong with them; so if you hear this joke and get offended you are wound way too tight. Life is not that serious. I like this joke because it shows how people look at the same things from a different point of view. Theres this old black man sitting talking to this old white man. the black man says " when I was born... I was black. When I grew up... I was black. When I go out in the sun.... I am black. When I am sick...I am black, and when I die...I am black. When you are born... you are pink. When you grew up... you are white. When you go out in the sun... you are tan. When you are sick... you are green and when you die... you are grey. So who are you calling me colored?"

We have all heard the saying lifes a beach. Lets think about that for a minute. Picture life as a beach. What part of the beach are you? Are you the rocks standing steadfast against the pounding waves refusing to give in, to budge? Yes though you may be mighty to stand firm against the strength of the sea do you really come out on top? No; for as each wave hits it slowly eats away at you and while the world may look at you and admire your steadfastness the constant poundings of the waves are slowly eroding you away until there is nothing left. Better, I think, to be the sand. While the waves may wash over you and take some of you away; by giving up some things the waves also bring more in return, and even though other beach goers may leave marks upon your surface the tide of a new day washes all the marks away and you are fresh and new all over again.

In the store the other day I saw an unruly child acing up and gettign into everything. The mother looking quite strssed out turned to her husband and said," do sometihng with YOUR son" Later in the checkout line the cashier mention she had a cute child and the women responded that her son was such a good child. Now I have noticed this many many times with parents and I have to wonder what makes us assign ownership of a child based on thier behavior? Do parents do this because the childs behavior reminds them of personality traits in the other person? Perhaps it reminds them of personality traits in themselves; or at least trait they think they have. Mabey they just like to think they are the best parent in the two so naturally when the child is behaving well they must get it from them. I really dont know why they do that. All I know is MY son is being so cute right now I have to get off and play with him. Such a good boy. He's just like his daddy ;-) Have a good day all.

you know I was just sitting here watching cartoons with my soon when I realized something.... I was actually enjoying the cartoons as well as he was! Now what does it say when a grown man watches and enjoys cartoons as well as his young child does? I have heard many comments on it ( most of which were unkind) but you know what I think? ( of course you dotn thats why I goign to tell you :-) ) I think its just fine. Entertainment is entertainment and we all have different things that amuse us. with that in mind I will continue to watch and enjoysome of the same cartoons as my son does ( Spongebob square pants, Ed Edd and Eddy, and Dexters LAb are some of my favorites) so does that make me any less of a man? should I be ashamed I find them entertaining, does it make anyone reading this think less of me? Well, you know. I really don't care. I am me. love me or hate me it doesnt change who I am. Have a good day I'm
going to watch cartoons with my son .

What is it about breadcrust? Yes I know that is a strange way to start an entry, but I had just got through fixing my son a sandwhich and I forgot to take the crust off and he looked at it like I was trying to poison him. I took the crust off and he was happily munching away. What is it about the crust? when I was young I did the same thing and I have seen many many kids who all behaved the same way towards breadcrust. Do they know something we don't ? Is some alien force hiding nanobots in the crust designed to be eaten by us for information gathering for a future world conquest? Are the children born with some ability to detect this and it just lessens as they get older? Will they ever make white bread that has some kind of flavor to it? We may never learn the answers to these question; so untill the day comes when my son will eat the crust I will continue to remove it and look to the skies and wonder....

Hello all. how are you tonight? well it is night as I write this. I heard something the other day and I had to write about it. I was sitting in the grass playing with my son and some rocks we were using for cars when I overheard a couple nearby expressing disapproval with my actions; saying what is he just a big child and why doesnt he act his age and stop playing in the grass. Act my age. Now exactly how is one my age suppose to act? Am I supposed to be like those two and ignore my child by not playing with him looking down my nose at everyone else? An I suppose to wear a suit to spend a liesurly day in the park? I don't think so. I think because I am secure enough with who I am and my own maturity I can play in the dirt and rocks with my son; giving him the one on one attention all children need and still stand up straight and conduct myself as an adult when the situation calls. This I think is true maturity; knowing how to be an adult while still realizing there is a child in all of us who just wants to go out and play in the dirt :-) have a good evening all and dont neglect your inner child.

What makes a family? You know I have been thinking about it lately. Seems like it the hot topic on talk shows and such. Does blood relations make a family? Well not really I have seen many blood families that are very mean and hatefull to one another. DOes it have to be the typical man ,woman, child, pet type of thing? I dont think so either. I have seen many "alternative" family types that worked quite well. So what makes a good family? Well here is what I think Love, Trust, Honesty, Respect, and knowing that they will always be there if you need them. That is just what I think are some of the main ingrediants to a good family. Hope yur days are going well and I will talk to you all later.