Whoops

Kristie just informed me that one of the video links was to something like crazy pet porn. Whoops. That was not my intention at all. I guess one even featured Ron Jeremy. I don't know what he was doing, but I hope no harm came to any animals involved. I cannot check any of the videos at school - our web blocker system prohibits us from accessing Youtube, which is where the videos come from - and Yahoovideos too.

I hope things have been corrected.


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If I hear one more drunken party story about prom, I'm going to lose it. I can't believe how brash kids are. It's almost like I’m making things inconvenient for them by trying to get class started. I guess if some of them are finally coherent from Saturday nights party, then they'd like to find out what happened yesterday, but they don't have to do it in my class, dammit!

Now I'm no prude. I was no angel in high school. But I sure didn't brag about it with a teach just a few feet away.

One student even mentioned how they all arrived at one student's house and his/her father wanted to get a picture of the kids all dressed up for prom. So he got a ladder out and was dangling off of it - with a beer in his hand! What kind of message is being sent?

No, again, I'm no teetotaler, but this is insane.

This hit close to home just last night. Kristie's ex husband was supposed to get the kids yesterday afternoon. So when we got back to town after a first communion in East Grand Forks, Casey and Koko went over to their dad's. A few hours later, Koko calls wondering where her Dad is.

Kristie tries his cell phone and she finds him . . . at a bar! From the noise and clatter, she was able to surmise that he didn't think he was going to be getting the kids today and that he had to work at 4 am - yet he was drunk off his ass at the time she was talking to him. He was obviously lying and just wanted to get drunk rather than have the kids.

So the kids have to come home - knowing their father chose to go to the bar rather than spend the day with his kids. And his job is one where he is only guaranteed four days off a month - and he chooses to spend a free afternoon at the bar.

This is really ironic, for as we were heading to EGF for the first communion, Kristie said, "Now if I was him, I'd take the kids to see their grandparents this afternoon and then go visit all of their cousins. But instead he'll probably play video games with Casey until three in the morning again." (And that's another story waiting to be told).

I guess we all make choices. It just is sad when our kids suffer because of those choices. I used to think I had the most boring father in the world because all he did when he was home was spend time with us. He never went to the Spot (a bar in my hometown) like some of my friends' dads did. He never went to the lake and got drunk, as some of my friends' dads did. He didn't tear around the neighborhood is his vehicle, as some of my friends' dads did. So I thought I had it rough. I never had any cool stories to tell about Dad getting drunk after catching a monster walleye or beating someone up in the bar.

But in hindsight - both my friends and I know how luck I really was.