I usually don’t put much stock into last names. Your family may mold your values, but in the end you’re still your own person. You make your own choices that define you.
That being said, the last name Johnson is a thorn in my side. My last two serious relationships were with women who had this last name. And neither has worked out.
Coincidentally, I have a new found interest in a woman. And her last name? Yep, you guessed it, Johnson.
Maybe the third time is a charm?
Or maybe I’ll never date a woman with this last name again.
My two nieces came to visit!!
My kid had an awesome football game today. He had ten tackles, he was all over the place. By the end of the game he was getting two blockers on him each play. His team won, all the kids had great plays that led to the win. I was a very proud dad today.
Got the iPhone 6, delivered. I don’t stand in lines. I already had the AppleTV and iPad, so the phone made sense. Still getting use to it, but I like it. Change is good.
My Florida State Seminoles look like shit. Playing without their idiot quarterback, who again, made an awful off the field decision. It just disgusts me when these kids are given the world and fuck it up.
I haven’t worked since Wednesday and don’t return until Tuesday. It’s been quiet, haven’t done much. Nursing yet another injury, this time my foot. Ugh. Slowly getting better. Maybe I’ll be able to run again before it gets too damn cold. I miss it.
My youngest sister and her family are coming up next Friday. I can’t wait to meet my new niece. She’s only eight weeks old! My two year old niece is excited to watch her big cousin play football. Should be a fun weekend.
Contemplating a quick 3-4 day Mexico trip in January. A friend and coworker is getting married. At the moment, I don’t have a lead lady to take along, but I am accepting applications, haha, just kidding. Unless you want submit one. It would be nice to get out of the cold for a few days.
6(a) - Hope everyone is having a fantastic weekend.
Life has been a whirlwind since returning from vacation. Back in the mix as the cool kids say…..don’t they?
I haven’t been on tumblr much lately and it’s ok, but I do miss reading up on many of you. Between work, my son’s crazy schedule and my new home project, it’s been tough to stay caught up.
I could bitch about it (old Jason) but it does no good and no one wants to hear about it anyway.
I finally though, do feel better about myself. As I drove to pickup my son on Friday afternoon, my mind was in worry mode. Worried about work, my finances, yada yada yada.
Then l focused, tried to slow my thoughts and I began to laud aloud. All by myself in the car. For like a straight minute. And I realized in that moment, that I was happy.
I was content. There is a sufficient amount of money in my account, my car runs great, I have a roof over my head and I was en route to pick up my buddy.
What did I have to worry about? I became grateful in that moment. And I remain that way now. Even on a Sunday, preparing to get back in the mix.
Hope everyone’s weekend was as pleasant as mine.
My five for Friday, vacation kicks ass!
Parents, coaches and kids
My six year old son joined a flag football league this year with a little hesitation from his mom. With a gentle push, I got her to agree to let him play.
He really wanted to play because three kids from his baseball team were playing. We were guaranteed the four boys would be on the same team, through the politics of the league. I know, politics in a children’s league.
Anyway, fast forward through a few practices. He loves it. He is into the sport and learning the game. The coaches are great. They are the three dads of the aforementioned kids.
However, it seems this little football league is following the same path as the baseball team. Our team is stacked with the best athletes while the other teams lack talent. There were “tryouts” and a “draft” to prohibit this. Ha.
I’m ok with this. It helps my son become better while having fun. I always cheer for the other team when they make good plays as do the coaches and parents.
BUT, these coaches seem to have already hand picked the quarterback and running backs. My son was not one of them. Was he given a fair shot to earn of those position? Eh, I don’t think so. But, again, I’m ok with it. There are other positions. And he’s having fun, that’s what matters.
The problem here is mom, my ex. She thinks that our son should be the coveted QB or RB. Her husband of course agrees. So they are both pouting as we watched practice. He even quit assisting the coaches. He helped last week but refused this week. I pitched in and helped.
Their body language was obvious to all. My ex even called the head coach over during practice and asked if the kids were going to get to try all of the positions. He obliged to please her.
I do think its way too early for a kid to pick one sport or one position, so I agree with her to a point. But that is the way our youth programs are run these days. I just wish my ex and her husband would have taken a different approach. Their attitude is a reflection of me.
We need to let the parents parent, the coaches coach and the kids be kids.
I was tagged by imexperiencednotbitter so here we go.
Nickname: Jas or Paco, long story on Paco
Birthday: September 29
Time Zone: CST
What time and date is it there: 8:13pm, 8/25/2014
Average hours of sleep I get each night: Six, you can sleep when you’re dead!
The last thing I googled: airport transportation
First word that comes to mind: Vacation and boobs, I need both
What I last said to a family member: “Congratulations,” and “You’re fucked.” My brother just had his third girl this morning.
One place that makes me happy and why: The beach. Warm air, blue water and NO work. Also home with my son, nothing better.
How many blankets I sleep under: Two because I sleep naked
Last movie I saw in the cinema: Wolf on Wall Street
Three things I cannot live without: my son, baseball and bourbon
Something I plan on learning: How to invest my money. I know I pay someone to do this, but I want to learn more.
A piece of advice for my followers: Never burn bridges, professionally or personally.
I’ve been far too busy lately, both professionally and personally. I miss writing my thoughts and sharing parts of my life here.
My job is killing me, mentally and physically. Mentally I cannot take it much more. Being passed for promotions (thank you nepotism), dealing with the unorganized managers, last minute tasks and day in and day out headaches of dealing with corporate buyers. It makes me angry, like really angry. To me, it means I give a shit. To my bosses, it means I need to calm down. Whatever, for now, I will reap the health benefits and decent pay. It provides a life for my son and I. I need to plan on making a move in 2015.
Physically, I am on the mend. Just completed my fourth week of PT. And I actually really like it. My physical therapist is devoted and she pushes me. My pain is low and my strength is building. I will never ever take my health for granted again. Maybe this injury was a blessing in disguise.
My son is now in his second week of first grade and he’s loving it. It’s just so surreal to watch him grow. From holding his hand and walking him into pre-k, to him just jumping out of the car and barely saying good bye. A pause button would be great about here.
He has also started football this year. Some of the same kids from baseball, so becoming familiar with the other families is nice. Although the politics exist, I stay away in my own little world. It’s a three day per week commitment so time is precious. And fuck under armour. That shit is expensive and of course he wants all the gear. And of course this sucker bought it for him. He did however earn some of it through some chores.
I took on an unexpected project today. And damn if it didn’t take all day. I have a dining area in my place. And it only serves one purpose, to collect crap. So my son and I decided to get rid of the clutter, table and chairs and replace them with two desks. That way we both have proper space to work. Fancy chairs and all. We are going to decorate the walls with black and whites from our upcoming vacation.
Speaking of which, we leave Thursday morning and it’s time, time to get away and enjoy life and one of the best cities in the USA, San Francisco. I hope this trip helps relive my stress levels. Time will tell (good Bob Marley tune). Hope everyone is well.