I suck at shopping

I am a horrid Christmas shopper. I always have been. But in past years, it was always "I will grab that for them." Or one or two things for the significant other. But having to do it all. I am freaking out. I have spent a lot of money and I have like 5 things for each of them. I sit in the stores and just look at things. I dont pick them up, I just look at them thinking...Should I get that? I am still struggling with clothes for Taylor. She is not a trendy girl at all. So I cant find anything for her.

I was really really excited for this extended time off because I was flat out burned out at work. I mean just brain dead. A ton of stressful and continual months of insane testing. But now I am overly stressed with all this. I know they will love what I have got for them. I dunno people. Maybe deep down, I am more worried about the kids with this being the first Christmas with all these major changes in their lives. Regardless I suck at shopping. I really suck at it!! I am hiring someone to shop for Taylor next year. Plan on it... all of you.

I love being vague

I love being vague. Because its almost as fun as that other thing. I do it to my kids all the time when they ask questions. There was this one time they asked me this one question and Ohhh man you should have seen there faces when I gave them the answer. Probably the funniest comeback ever in the history of comebacks. Good times...Good times.

Let me put it this way... Multiply that one number by infinity & take it 2 the depths of forever & then you will have some vague idea what I'm talkin about... Ya feel me?

Pops is a tough s.o.b.

I know the last couple of blogs have been kinda mushy. Sorry. But here comes another...

This year has been an interesting one for my parents. Some of you may remember the 6th or 7th hip replacement surgery I posted about for my mom. Hell it could be more, I just threw out a number. Well she has a drill bit still in there for life. So that was awesome. Then my pops wised up and got some check ups done just because he should. Well, he found out he was diabetic, about ready for a heart attack and had prostate cancer. He has made great strides to help out the diabetic stuff. He had the heart surgery and today he had the prostate surgery. The man is tough s.o.b. I couldn't make it up to the hospital for the surgery due to father duties, but I sat here and just thought about him. I thought about all the things he has done for me. He truly is a great man. Granted he has many faults. We all do. He is basically me, but older (and not as hot) from a joking humor standpoint. But he is one of the smartest guys I know. Just loads and loads of information. I think he buys his underwear at Kmart basically.

Growing up he was always there to help me succeed in baseball. Lessons upon lessons. Watching plenty of baseball games on TV. One thing I will never forget, is he sold his 84 Ford Bronco that he really really loved so I could attend a baseball camp the day after Christmas down in Mesa AZ. Truly great experience with nothing but MLB coaches. He never missed a game growing up. When I played ball, I was pretty locked in at the plate. Nothing would phase me and I couldn't hear anything. Except for one voice. I could hear my Dads. I could always here my Dad helping while I am alone at the plate.

He is one of my best friends. I am so proud of him for the changes he has made in his life. I am so grateful for all he has done for me and what he is doing for me now. I am proud to be his son. I am doing everything I can to make sure he knows that.

Oh and his sense of humor..... Out of surgery and headed to his room, he wakes up just enough to look at my Mom and say "No sex for you!" Love that guy!!! What a dick.

I miss things as a Dad....

Okay so there are some things that I realize I am really bad at as a Dad. The hardest part for me, are the little things. Those damn little things you miss as a parent that probably aren't a big deal to your children, but you feel like shit for missing it. Yaaaa... thats me. Having the kids full time has me constantly racking my dome to make sure I remember little things as much as I can.

Well tonight after the kids had their showers, I saw claws! Freaking talons coming from Jaxons feet. If they were any longer, I would fully expect him to swoop down out of the sky in some majestic forest and grab a poor little trout out of the water. Ya I felt good. We took care of that. But it was one of those what the fuuu moments on my part.

Keep the toenail clippers close people.....keep em close. Feel better about yourself for checking those suckers on a frequent basis.

Blog for the Birthday Boy

This blog is completely dedicated to my stud of a son Jaxon M. Wolfley! Words cannot express how amazing this young boy is. He loves unconditionally. He loves to give you loves. He loves to make you laugh. My kids are my life. They mean everything to me. Jaxon has brought so much happiness to Taylor and I. He has made me a better father and a better person. I learn from him on a daily basis. His willingness to forgive and compassion for others amazes me to no end. He wears his emotions on his sleeve and I would never change that about him. He is an amazing little brother. Taylor and Jaxon get into their fair share, but I never get sick of watching them play together and how perfect they are. They truly are my greatest adventure. I love you Jaxon. You make me one of the proudest fathers in the world.

Happy 6th Birthday sweet boy. Thank you for being one of my rocks. Thank you for always being there for me when I need you most. Thank you for just being you.

Car brawl with the kids?

One of my favorite things about my kids, is when they get excited about things that are old school. Most recently we were out driving around invitations for Jaxon's sixth birthday (Happy Birthday Buddy) and I decided to teach them a good ole fashion game of Padiddle! I explained to them the rules, which are:

1. See a car with one light out, you yell padiddle and hit the closest person to you.

2. See rule one!

We had a great time and no we didn't hit each other.....hard. Things got heated between Taylor and Jaxon, so I ended the game.

It was a fun night. I was able to talk to some ex-family I hadn't seen in quite awhile along with some friends I have dearly missed. It was a night where I didn't mind that bed time was well past.

They have been enjoying old school movies lately too. Most recently, was the Oscar snubbed Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure and Bogus Journey. They thought it was hilarious!! Who wouldn't? When they are older I shall introduce them to the legendary Fletch, Caddyshack, and possibly Raising Arizona. Hell, I might even break out the Commodore 64 and have them play some Zork!

Oh and I totally ended the game/brawl with a win by getting a PaDunk! I just forgot to tell them about that rule.

The weight room run in

Okay so I haven't blogged for a couple of weeks. That is due to the lack of anything interesting to talk about. I have had a few people ask about what happened when I was working out and got into a little disagreement. So here is the story....Come along with me....

So I have been working out with my friend Chad for ohhh seven or eight months. We do stations and rotate through them four times at generally 10 reps per station. So at times we can make it not very accessible for others. We are fully aware of this and don't have any problems letting people use the things we are.

NOW... There is this one guy. I don't know his name, but we call him buttsweat. The name needs no explanation. Just, that there is a lot of it. He has bad etiquette. He will come in without asking and just use the machine or weights and not put them back how we had it set. He also likes to use things that we are using even though he can clearly do his pull ups or something somewhere else. Ohhh and he leaves his puddles of buttsweat on the benches.

So there is a little history. SO... Shoulders I believe was the workout on this day. I am rotating through the stations and everything is grand. Enter buttsweat. He did his normal I am doing my pull ups at this spot where you are instead of the other spot where nobody is. Okay cool, whatever man. So still doing our cycles at the stations and then buttsweat decides he is going to use the dumb bells for lunges and whatever his thing is. But he decides to do it right in front of the rack of weights. Not like...oh let me take a couple of steps away from the rack. No no, he was basically humping the rack. He was that close. So my friends are having to wait for this douche and go around him to put away the weights and pick them up. On top of that, Chad had to reach over the rack to grab a 55 because he couldn't get to it. I saw this from afar and decided yaaaa NO! I quickly get through my three stations to get to this guy. I get there and I have to move around him to use the weights. As I do, I say in a fairly nice tone..."Hey man, you might want to move away from the rack so the rest of us can get to the weights." Ignored. I kind of chuckle at that and go through my stations again. With me people?? So he is still dry humping the rack. I get back to him and he had his dumb bells perfectly set in front of him. Well, they were in my way. So I kicked them out of my way and got mine. So I finish our 4 rounds and Chad was setting up this sick burn I hate doing. Well I decide buttsweat must need another reminder of his location. So I say it again, this time not so nice. "Hey you need to move away from the rack. You are in every ones way." Here is where it gets good. As soon as I said that, the guy immediately looks at me and says "Oh you own this place?" Not expecting that response at all, I said "Um no. But you are working out right in front of the rack and you are in the way." He came back with yet again.."Oh that's right I forgot you own this place! YA YOU OWN THIS PLACE!" "Dude I am not trying to be an ass. I am just telling you that you are in the way." "You are being an ass. If you would have said please, I would have done it in the first place." Okay soooo. I didn't know I was in 1st grade wear we needed to use "please" to guys that love to grind the racks while he works out. But okay whatever. Then he said "Whats your name?" I said "You don't need to know my name!" Whats your name?" "Chris. Make sure you spell it right if you turn me in!" He followed it up with "Ya know what, ya know what?? FUCK YOU!!" At this point, Chad knew it was time to grab me and pull me away. Thank god for him or I would be out of a job. I finished it off with "Hey can you clean up your ass sweat you leave everywhere?"

So we did the burn and I frickin ran through that thing. Chad was kinda laughing because I was so amped up and I generally never finish this burn. So I go to shower and the dickwad decides to stair me down as I leave. Later, Chad tells me the guy went off on Chad about not cleaning up the weights. Chad didn't stand for that and let the guy know he wasn't the last one to use it. And don't ever talk to me like that again.

Okay people...ehhhhhhh.... I mean....is it okay that I wanted to break his arm? What I do know is, I haven't seen him in the weight room since. You know why? I do own that weight room!!! Now get the fuck out!!!

Peace!!!!