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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how my kids have a lot of growing to do before we can have real sit down “talks” about life’s and it’s treasures. Don’t get me wrong, I love talking with my kids now but there is sort of a barrier called immaturity that gets in the way sometimes. Either they think they know it all or at least they know better than be. This usually comes with the subject of finances. My youngest, 8, will demand it’s unfair for her to not get dollars for the “claw” machine. Have you encountered these? They were made to destroy dad’s peace. My others have similar gripes they can’t have what they want and my wife and I have to be the bad guys. It really sucks! I think it will be around 5-10 years at least before they get some of the “no” answers we give them. I’m in fairly good health, but my happily ever after would be to enjoy life with my grown up children. Hopefully something doesn’t happen to me before then.

Mark Twain said:

When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.

I guess you get my point now. My son is exploring girls, driving, work, and even asking questions about credit cards. He’ll be 17 next month. I know I don’t have the best bedside manner but I have to let him know when I think he’s making bad choices at least every day. I’m tired of it. I want to be the nice happy dad who brings peace and encouragement to the room. Instead, I get frustrated trying to get my kids to mature. I’ve got a retirement pending so I’m not worries too much about money, though certainly I am not wealthy. My dream “ever after” is one of health. I want to be physically and mentally healthy to enjoy my wife and kids at retirement or before. And, it would be nice to be coherent and healthy when I say “I told you so.”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Happily Ever After.”

Ever since I was a wee lad, I had a soft spot in my heart for homeless people. I’ve seen people provide charity for them of many kids like publishing their music as in “Playing for Change” and taking photos of them to auction off for their worthy cause. I guess I feel so much for them because they look so dirty and unhealthy. All people should have a reasonable chance at a healthy life and I’d definitely use more of my resources for them if my blog ever made more money. My class is performing a song from India called “Chanda Mama” at our annual International Week festivities at my school. The kids love the song. It was recorded by homeless people all over the world and is chiefly sung by Indian homeless people.

Going to soup kitchens and feeding the homeless is another thing I’d like to do. I have done it before and it is extremely eye-opening and gratifying. The homeless I’ve encountered are so jovial, so willing to talk. We may be worries about a cavity and won’t leave the house because of it while they have no teeth at all and are out on the street dancing, playing instruments, and yes, begging. I really do have a heart for the homeless. Here is the video to the song my class is doing. I’m not sure all the players are homeless, you’ll have to refer to “Playing for Change” if you’re curious. This is such a great song!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Blogger With a Cause.”

Ever since I was a wee lad, I had a soft spot in my heart for homeless people. I’ve seen people provide charity for them of many kids like publishing their music as in “Playing for Change” and taking photos of them to auction off for their worthy cause. I guess I feel so much for them because they look so dirty and unhealthy. All people should have a reasonable chance at a healthy life and I’d definitely use more of my resources for them if my blog ever made more money. My class is performing a song from India called “Chanda Mama” at our annual International Week festivities at my school. The kids love the song. It was recorded by homeless people all over the world and is chiefly sung by Indian homeless people.

Going to soup kitchens and feeding the homeless is another thing I’d like to do. I have done it before and it is extremely eye-opening and gratifying. The homeless I’ve encountered are so jovial, so willing to talk. We may be worries about a cavity and won’t leave the house because of it while they have no teeth at all and are out on the street dancing, playing instruments, and yes, begging. I really do have a heart for the homeless. Here is the video to the song my class is doing. I’m not sure all the players are homeless, you’ll have to refer to “Playing for Change” if you’re curious. This is such a great song!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Blogger With a Cause.”

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I’m jealous of you man in the sun of Mexico. You dance with your wife and family and toil in the fields all day. You enjoy the fruits and vegetables of your land and are content with a small 3 cylinder Geo Metro that gets you around the fields and to the feed market. You make tacos in the field for your wife and fellow workers and you are tired at night, and you sleep well. You have no trappings of wealth and your idea of pornography is watching your wife at the well fetching water. She takes a sip while holding her hair back over her neck. Internet is beer with friends as lighted lanterns spotlight laughter at a fiesta. There is no talk of a border or politics because you have learned to be content as you are. You nake 8-10 thousand dollars a year and your children are all healthy, as are you.

When outlandish brothers talk of a better life in America, you find their talk foreign, as foregin as French. You listen to all things and are not hurried about meeting your next deadline or even running to Starbucks. There isn’t one near you. You pour the hottest peppers on salsa on your tacos as you survey the scene of your farm before you. You are proud of the latest harvest. There is a lull in every action as you contemplate the beginning routine of your next enterprise, but you don’t know what enterprise means. You house 2 generations of family above you and one below. Your house is humble but at the end of the day, everyone has learned one day more about love and family and no one is anxious. For these things, and for your dance in silence, I am jealous of you.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Monster.”

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I’m jealous of you man in the sun of Mexico. You dance with your wife and family and toil in the fields all day. You enjoy the fruits and vegetables of your land and are content with a small 3 cylinder Geo Metro that gets you around the fields and to the feed market. You make tacos in the field for your wife and fellow workers and you are tired at night, and you sleep well. You have no trappings of wealth and your idea of pornography is watching your wife at the well fetching water. She takes a sip while holding her hair back over her neck. Internet is beer with friends as lighted lanterns spotlight laughter at a fiesta. There is no talk of a border or politics because you have learned to be content as you are. You nake 8-10 thousand dollars a year and your children are all healthy, as are you.

When outlandish brothers talk of a better life in America, you find their talk foreign, as foregin as French. You listen to all things and are not hurried about meeting your next deadline or even running to Starbucks. There isn’t one near you. You pour the hottest peppers on salsa on your tacos as you survey the scene of your farm before you. You are proud of the latest harvest. There is a lull in every action as you contemplate the beginning routine of your next enterprise, but you don’t know what enterprise means. You house 2 generations of family above you and one below. Your house is humble but at the end of the day, everyone has learned one day more about love and family and no one is anxious. For these things, and for your dance in silence, I am jealous of you.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Monster.”

If some people dress business formal, others must must dress pleasure informal, that would be my category. I’m lucky to be a teacher because we can be as formal as we want or more on the relaxed side in a given week. I teach 10 year olds so sometimes I get down and roll in the mud so-to-speak on the playground, during PE, and other daily routine events that can get dirty. For that reason, I usually dress fairly casual at work. I don’t have too many preferences but I have learned cotton fits me best. A 50/50 knit shirt is itchy so I will usually buy the 100% cotton. When I do shop, which isn’t often and usually every Summer, I like Old Navy, Kohl’s, Marshall’s, Ross, and those stores that have good bargains made of cotton in a quality way. I like Dockers and Levis or other brands similar to those. I’m not huge on name-brands per se but I have found in my 45 years that cheaper doesn’t mean better. I’ve had the cheap stuff fall apart on me after less than a year. In the Winter months, I’ve come to enjoy a good cotton v-neck sweater with a white T underneath. That’s probably my favorite Winter outfit. I wear Skechers or Doc Martens as m shoes and occasionally I’ll wear my running shoes to work or out for a casual date etc. My wife buys most all my clothes these days and I like that. I’m somewhat colorblind so I appreciate her healthy globes :)

I think my clothing says a lot about me. I make a fashion statement by just being casual and teaching. I am passionate about my job and the clothes are just the accessory to that. I think when you are into what you do, clothes are an afterthought. I doubt people will remember what I wore when I taught or blogged or played guitar because I am just being passionate about something. It reminds me of that scene in Forrest Gump when he is running and all the hip magazines are out there doing stories on his shoes and his running clothes. He’s just RUNNING. People may even start to mimic him because he doesn’t care about his clothes. I hate people who are self-conscious. I shaved my head around age 30 to dispense with the trepidation of losing my hair. I’ve shaved it now for over 15 years, I think it looks nice, and it frees me up to teach and follow my passions. No matter the clothes, people flock to passion like moths to a lightbulb. Relaxation is also important to me. I say if clothes make you stressed, they’re not for you.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Clothes (May) Make the (Wo)man.”