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Homework: Help or Hinder

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Homework: Help or Hinder.
Note: The family that I use in this blog is purely fictional. 
You want your kids, as they grow, mature (i.e gain the capability for self sufficiently and eventually move out of the house), to have the resources available to succeed in school and in life. When they are in trouble, you want them to come to you. If there is a subject they don't understand, you want them to advocate for themselves and getting the resources they need to move forward. That's how it is in life.

Also, kids know this. They know that their parents are always looking out for them and sometimes will take that to their advantage.

It was one of those nights when you turn out the lights ... wait a minute, that's from an AC/DC song, so I can't use that!

Take two!

It's around seven o'clock and I pull into the driveway at the house. As I collect my stuff, I look at my house and see my son at the dining room table, reading a large book, elbows on the table, and eating …

The Art of Driving

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The Art of Driving
Note: The situation in this blog post is not real. The people are not real. So .. let the good times roll!

There are some moments, as a parent, that is life-defining. The look in their eyes as they separate from your hand, walking through the door of their elementary school, as they experience their first day of Kindergarten. The cool wind, bright full moon, and an empty pillow sack in your child's hands as you stand behind them saying 'thank you' to the owner of the house as your kids receive candy. The first day you take them to a major league baseball game as your Father took you many, many decades before. Every life has these life-defining moments as you realize the small child who once relied on you for everything has wings and knows how to use them. For every parent, that day comes but happens at a different event. Mine happened on the day I took my kid over to the "Department of Motor Vehicles", sat there for a few hours, and my daughte…

Getting Your Dryer's Licence

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Getting Your Dryer's Licence
Note: This blog is completely made from 100% recycled BS.

It is Saturday. Well, mid-morning to be exact. I was in the kitchen making a ham sandwich, looking at the clock, and noticing that it is around twelve.

The SmartAss speaker says, "It's high noon! You gave a duel on your calendar. Get your forty-five! It's shooting time!"

"What the hell do you mean?", I reply

"Sorry!", SmartAss replies, "People haven't added duels to their calendar's in about a hundred years. Carry on!"

Then, the lightbulb went off over my head, where are the kids!

I head upstairs and knock on my son's door.

My son opens the door and says, "What's going on?"

I look around my son's room. Clothes cover the entire floor, the bed, the dresser, and everywhere else you can imagine.

"Son!", I look around and say, "What the heck is this!"

My son's reply, "What?"

"Look aro…

The Pursuit of Excellence

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The Pursuit of Excellence
Note: The bog is filled with people and events that simply did not happen.
It's another late night at the office. After spending hours pouring over papers, inspecting pie charts, and making coffee: I finally finish the slides, close the office, set the alarm, and then take off for home.
Traffic is much lighter than usual and the yellow lights eminating from sulfur bulbs contained in the streetlights light my way to the highway and eventually home. I walk through the front door and see my son playing so esort of video game system, chatting with his friends. My wife is in the kitchen. 
I walk to the kitchen and say, "How was your day?"
She smiles and replies, "I got a call from our son's Math teacher."
"That good."
"No. He hasn't turned on his last five assignments!"
"Why?"
"That's what you're going to ask him."
She walks out of the room and goes upstairs.
I walk up to my Son and say, "…

A Day in the Life of a Teen

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A Day in the Life of a Teen
Many days, I am on the road at the time when the most amount of people are trying to either get to work or come home. I usually don't get a chance to have normal dinnertime as I sit in the car moving from place to place. By not being there during group meals, I feel that I am missing something. Three is a concept called the "opportunity cost" where if you spend more of your time doing X there is less time for you to do Y. Thus, whatever activity "Y" it would suffer because you don't spend also of your time on it. So, you're always in a sense of keeping everything moving so both activities have enough time applied with it to keep making progress. Thus, it is the life of a working parent to continually ensure both X and Y get as much time as possible to keep the whole world spinning.

I head upstairs and check in with the kids. I ask, "How are you doing?" before heading off to grab some food and watch TV. Usually, the…

The Day I Arrived On-Time for Church

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The Day I Arrived On-Time for Church
Note: This blog was handcrafted by the author. No animals were hurt during the crafting of this blog.
Listen, I got to tell you, on Sundays: I like to sleep in. Monday through Friday, I get up early, do my work, come home, them go to bed. Saturday, I get the errands done. This cycle continues day after day, month after month, and hour after hour. The world is constantly turning and I am in the middle making it work.
Sundays are a day of rest. But, even though that fact is known, there are still activities that need to be done. Laundry, food shopping for the week, walking the dog: all activities which need to be done. Also,  There is a church. So we get the activities done 3 to, at move forward to church. On this Sunday, things seem to be different. True, the kids are fighting in the back, my wife is on the phone - texting her friends, and traffic is lighter. I don't think anything of it as we're on the road to church.
We pull into the parking l…

The Perfect Day

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The Perfect Day
Note: The people that I use in this blog are not real. Seriously. The content of these stories are made up and in no way resemble the family that I live with.

There are some moments in life which draw you in. An event which you memorize and replay over and over again. A moment in time which is suspended within the synapses of the hippocampus, triggered by a sound, a touch, or even a smell. Once you experience that trigger, a smile forms on your face. Sometimes when you hear a snippet of conversation in the office, listening to the radio on the way home, seeing a father teaching his son how to ride a bike: these small fragments always resonate as a smile. One of those moments to me is the first time my wife made a pot roast in the slow cooker.

It was a few years ago. My wife an I were living in a small apartment. The time was late in the month of September and I was coming home after a dreadful day at work. I turned off of the express ramp, drove down a treelined resid…