...being sick stinks. i spent yesterday in bed and still feel a bit like i should be in bed today. yesterday domer looked at me after asking if i could pick him up and my saying i couldn't cause i was sick; he says, 'no daddy sick'. yeah, wish it was that easy...how i wish i could just say something and make it so. that's dom's favorite...maybe if i say no to this or yes to that, then it will be so...'no dommy bed' or 'yes dommy read books' or 'no dommy time out' or 'no daddy work' or 'no mommy go to the store' or 'yes dommy watch tv'. how wonderful it would be to speak something and have it be true...but don't we all know that what is reality is what we live out...how we live speaks to what is. we say this, or say we believe something, but often our lives then deny those very words.
on a random note, football is almost over and mandy made me promise i wouldn't go into my normal post-football depression :) i think its going to be much easier this year because a part of me has already become connected to the Blazers and i'm enjoying the bball season, i love watching these guys play...and this city loves its team, RIP CITY baby...whatever that means...can any of my Portland friends explain it to me?
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congratulations my friend! although, i should probably be congratulating everyone who reads your stuff, because i'm sure you've inspired a lot more people than myself with all that you do and write.
i really like this post thought. i have found it to be very true in my life.
good stuff man, and keep em comin. i'm ready for 100 more.
I can't explain rip city to you - but if you really love the blazers, you definitely need to look up busta bucket!
Keep writing my love, you have inherited the gift of words both spoken and written from your father and your grandfather.
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