Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Truth Tactics

My children… the two that are biologically claimable by me… hate that I have this innate ability to get the truth out of them. Oh, sure, they will tell you that I am not always right or that they have been able to lie to me, but just remember, that is from their perspective. From mine, it tends to be more the matter of whether or not I allow them to know that I know, or I feign ignorance to lull them into a false sense of security just to see how far they will go.


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I have developed several tactics over the course of my parentage to them and I feel ok sharing this with you because they are both over 18 at this point and, well, they have gotten to the point where their need to lie to me is only outweighed by their realization that it is only detrimental to them in the long run, because, honestly, I’m going to find out anyway.


One of my tactics is something I learned from the most nefarious group of individuals to ever grace the planet. I am talking about none other than lawyers. Yes, that special breed of liar that goes to school to learn to lie even more and then gets tested on how well they lie, only to get paid to lie then lie about what they did so they can lie to you about what they are charging you. But… I digress.


What is that tactic?


Never ask a question you don’t already know the answer too!


Yep, pretty straight forward. Granted, I took it to another level with my children. I would ask them a question I knew the answer too, not to catch them in lying, but to learn how they responded to a question when they lied. Did they look around, did they fidget, did they play with their fingers. All those become important clues to learn as you raise your children. I believe in poker they call them tells. What a wonderful way of putting it, because when you learn them, your children’s tells will tell on them.


Another tactic that I employ is to:


Ask in a way that they have to tell the truth


Ok, this one might be a bit more on the manipulative side, but, hey, you’re a parent, so you need as much help as you can get. Right? But basically, with this one, you start with something like, “So, why would your teacher call me about you today?” Notice, and it’s very important in this part, I never lied to my children. No, their teacher didn’t call, but I never said they did. You can phrase any question you have for them in such a manner if you just put a little thought into it, and in the end, they will spill their beans about what they did and why they put paste in little Mary’s hair.


The last tactic I would employ was:


Mess with them. Hard!


That’s right. Mess with them. Keep them guessing. You’re a parent, you should have fun with this, it is your right as the person/s who brought this small being into existence. On top of that, you only really get 18 years to mess with them like this, might as well make the best of it. How I would do this is I would sit across the table from my children, look them in the eye then demand they give me their hands. Once I had them, I would hold their arms and put my fingers on their pulse, look them in the eye and ask them a question. Now, it’s important to already have gotten a good baseline read on when they are lying from the first tactic, and it also doesn’t hurt to utilize the second tactic here either. In the end, your kids will think you are some kind of human lie detector and will be afraid to even think about lying to you.


(yes, I got this from “Meet the Parents”, I do a pretty good DeNiro if I do say so myself, which I just did)


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In the end, if you use these three tactics with your children, you will have them saying such great quotes as “No, I’m not holding your hands again.”, “You are just weird, why do you do this to me in front of my friends?”, “Seriously, you have never caught me in a lie.” or my favorite, “You’re an idiot.”


But, I know. And I know that they know that I know. And that they know that I know that they know that… ehhh.. how many was that?


Just remember, whatever tactic you use, raising kids is hard. Have a little fun with it.


Even if it is at their expense.


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Friday, September 26, 2014

Monday, September 22, 2014

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“Fall in Florida”, the Haiku’s

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Fall in Florida,


Just another summer day,


Nothing to extreme.



Green on every tree,


Barely drops into the 70’s,


Dirt paths all around.


A cooler breeze blows,


A hint of rain on the way,


Time for a jacket.


The sun shines brightly,


Autumn in the air today,


To the beach we go!


Palm trees bend gently,


On an autumn afternoon,


Blue skies overhead.


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Friday, September 19, 2014

Ruck Halfway point on a 5 mile Ruck which includes a very large and long bridge, 30 pounds on our back (except the guy on the left, he had to kick it to 60), on a 90 plus degree August day with the humidity up around a bazillion.


Where’s the endurance in this?


We are all smiling.


At least on the outside.


(even if it’s forced)


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Thursday, September 18, 2014

10 Minutes of My brain.

Write for 10 minutes.


That’s it.


Just 10 minutes.


I really don’t think the people who created a challenge like this had any idea what they might be setting others up for, but as for me, that is pretty dangerous. 10 minutes of raw writing. Do you have any idea what I could end up getting myself into?


Yeah, me either. I hide all that weird, dark, and dangerous stuff pretty far down. So far down that it only occasionally seeps up. So, 10 minutes of writing is going to be something that takes the ladle and scoops way down low.


So, sit back, relax and enjoy the fun house ride into my thought patterns. (i.e. squirrel moments or rabbit trails)Calvin-Brain-Dump


I vaguely remember doing something like this in my 10th grade English class. At the very beginning, we would crack open our notebooks and write about anything we wanted for about the same length of time. I remember being in love with writing back then. But I also remember hating to HAVE to write.


There is nothing more frustrating than having to do something you want to do. When it becomes a requirement, it just takes all the fun out of it.


Or, as I say to a lot of my students when we use to hang out, if you require me to do something for you I will always say no. However, if you have no money and it is my choice to do something for you, than I most often will. It’s something about stealing the blessing that just makes it not fun anymore. And who does stuff that isn’t fun?


Me.


That’s who.


I can’t even really remember the last time I had fun. Wait, not true, remembering the night that a group of us met at Tijuana Flats and several people tried “The Bomb” sauce. That was fun. Someone even got it into their eye. Not once. Twice. I haven’t laughed that hard since. Great night.


And have you ever noticed how the funniest things in life tend to be at the detriment of others? What’s wrong with us?


Or even better, from a conversation I had yesterday. I hate sharing. I really do. No, I’m not stingy or anything, but… if I want something, then I get it. If you want something, go get it. It’s pretty simple. But then there are those people who will look at you and say



Sharing is caring!



Such a load of garbage. Cause the only people who say that are the people who don’t have what you have. Right? And they are totally guilting you into giving them what you have.


Stop it people. If sharing is caring.. then I have a quote for you…



Lead by example



BOOM!


Right? Who’s with me on that one?


Unless it’s my wife.


Then I share everything.


Cause she makes me.


Hrmph.


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(Woot, 10 minutes.. congratulations to both of us. I neither incriminated myself nor had an aneurysm.. and look at you.. still sane? Still reading this? Awesome. Thanks for sticking with me through that.)




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24 and counting…

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It started innocent enough.


I spotted her from across the room.


That red headed girl. She made me feel like Charlie Brown. (Who am I kidding, I was Charlie Brown.)


Somewhere along the way, she showed me I could be Westley, but to win her, there would be sword fights, pirates, murder… true love. (it didn’t sound like such a bad story). Then, I left, just like Westley, to find my way so that I could make something for us.


Somewhere along the road, I think I might have gotten a little lost, but, there she was, back home, my anchor to reality. I wanted so desperately to be somebody, to be better than the dork and nerd I had come to be (btw, this was way before that was the in thing…WAY before). I wanted to prove to the world that I had value, that I was special, that I could do things they only dreamed of.


I never noticed I already was that to her.


She made me believe. Believe in something I never believed in before.


Myself.


So, I asked. She said yes. I said when, she said now. I said “I’ll hurry home.”


War started. I was delayed. But, war can’t stop true love, it can only delay it by a day.


I stood there. She walked in. All in white, me in Navy blue.


I said “I do.” She said “Me too.”


The kiss.10347425_10154637944255608_4025207068298286260_n


She has never completed me, that’s not her job (That belongs to God alone). But, she is the best compliment I could ever ask for.


24 years ago today.


Like a blink as I look back. A blink filled with tears.


As with all good stories.. this one is


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Too be continued…




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Friday, September 12, 2014

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Esau and Jacob (A Limerick)

There once was a man born first,jacob-and-esau


But he suffered from a great thirst,


With nary a thought,


From his brother he bought,


And sold his namesake for a curse.


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