I wasn't going to go. I had planned to let Brian follow Bryce to WKU. Allowing them to have all the fun of moving all of his crap into his dorm. My thinking was that this isn't last year. I don't need to fawn all over him. I already have a year under my belt and this...

At this stage in the game, we should have an empty home. We should be basking in the afterglow of raising children. Don't interpret this as a plea for pity. I love having Bailey at home. Only those people who happen to have an adult child with a disability will...

I am finally seeing an evolution of a relationship between my two boys. If you have been reading my blog for a while, I wrote about a bit of a discord between Bailey and Bryce last year. It wasn't on Bailey's end, but rather his brother. Standing in his shoes, I get...

On Sunday, Bryce goes back to school. I know, I can't believe it either. But, football camp starts and WKU needs their student athletic trainer back. Which means that his bedroom will no longer look like a storage unit and the dishwasher won't need to be run more than...

I have to admit that my family provides some of the best material. This morning, I was hardly through my cup of liquid gold, when my spouse tries to enlighten me on his way of thinking. My brain is a tad fuzzy in the morning. Comprehension is hit or miss. It is...

Sometimes, I am completely baffled at how some individuals function in the outside world. Recently, our community has been inundated with car break-ins. While this has always been an issue, the difference is that a good amount of the cars violated have had guns in...

It is interesting to me that sometimes outside forces can influence my mood, if I allow it. It really shouldn't be a surprise. If I have learned anything in the vast time I have been in existence, I am the only one in control of my mood. It just takes me a moment to...

This happens to me all the time. The self-deprecating voices that urge me to sabotage successes. The voices that preach that I am not good enough or worthy. Those voices are complete and utter assholes urging me to rationalize and justify my actions. Those bitches are...

Yesterday morning, Brian and I were participating in a little communication game called, "What hell are you talking about?". It is something that happens periodically when our communication skills rival a foreign language film with no subtitles. His second shift job...

This may surprise you, but I dislike confrontation. However, there are moments that warrant my participation, I just have to remember to choose my words carefully. I also have to presume positive intent for everyone. Hard pill to swallow when the issue at hand has an...