Summer is over and the first week of school is in the books, so that can only mean one thing: I’m back to blogging! Now I know all of you have heard me spin this tale quite a few times in the recent past, like here, and here, and here, okay maybe “a few” is an understatement. But let’s be honest, you guys know that I’m like the hobo of the blog world, I float in and out, so maybe we shouldn’t focus on broken promises and lost truths; instead, we should turn our attention to the hear and now, and merely bask in the glory of another excellent blog post while we can.
Posted by Keith | Posted in School Projects, Ty | Posted on 26-03-2012
Yeah, you read that right, it’s if I had $100, not a million dollars, not even a thousand dollars, but a mere one hundred dollars; I guess I’m what some would call a small dreamer. Seriously though, I don’t sit around spending my free time dreaming about that elusive $100 bill, but I have been recently wondering what I would do with the money thanks to an assignment that Ty was given at school last week. His answer was so hilarious, that it made me wonder of all the possibilities that an extra one hundred dollars could unlock. Seeing as how I’m an adult now, those possibilities were pretty limited; but for a 7 year old, apparently $100 equates to “the sky’s the limit”
Posted by Keith | Posted in Advice, School Projects, Ty | Posted on 20-02-2012
And now for the thrilling conclusion of our breath taking sage: Stressed, Tested, & Bested! A bit much? No way, I know that you guys have been dreaming of this moment all weekend, dying to find out what took place during that dreaded phone call on that cold, dreary night. Okay, so I guess the night wasn’t cold and dreary, but you know what I’m getting at. So without further ado, let’s get into it. Let’s find out what exactly this kid could have done that warranted a phone call that essentially ended his existence in the modern social world.
Posted by Keith | Posted in Advice, School Projects, Ty | Posted on 17-02-2012
I write this post with a heavy heart and a tear in my eye; a tear that just fell onto my iPad, crap. Now I write this post with a heavy heart and a pissed off attitude; because that tear could have really screwed up my iPad! Yesterday’s events have extremely saddened me and I’m at my wits in. Ty’s behavior issues at school are well documented here at DFB, you guys offered support, offered advice, and Fefe and I both appreciate it. However, none of it has worked apparently, despite the fact that we have been diligent in all of our efforts. Last weekend I sent out the following tweet:
Today, I wish I hadn’t! To understand why, we must travel back in time approximately 3 weeks. Back in time to a phone call that went like
Posted by Keith | Posted in Advice, Holidays, School Projects, Tre, Ty | Posted on 14-12-2011
If you missed part one of this troubled tale, head on over and read it so you’ll have some context for the funny part 2 of this post!
As if the shame of enacting the Santa ClausE wasn’t weighing heavily enough on my conscious, Tre decided to jump in and be my assistant authority figure. My assistant seemed to take much more pleasure in the naughty list punishment than I did however. Typically, I don’t let the kids get involved in repercussions of each others disciplinary actions, but when Tre decided to ensure that Ty knew exactly what was looming over his head, I let it go.
Posted by Keith | Posted in Advice, School Projects, Ty | Posted on 13-12-2011
“He’s making a list, he’s checking it twice, he’s gonna find out who’s naughty or nice. SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN”
To most, those words may sound like a harmless line from a children’s Christmas song, but to others, especially those who have not been on their best behavior, those words can haunt dreams and ruin lives. Unfortunately, we have one of the “others” in our household this year. Ty is currently feeling the wrath of Santa’s greatest ability: the ability to single handedly transform a child’s behavior with 3 magic words, “The Naughty List”.
Posted by Keith | Posted in Activities, School Projects, Ty | Posted on 12-05-2011
There’s still no update on the situation that we’re currently dealing with. Again, I do want to thank all of my readers for the prayers, support, and kind words. When I know something, I’ll be sure to let you know as well.
In the spirit of optimism, I’m writing a positive post about Ty. Writing is therapeutic for me, and I could use as much therapy as possible right now. So today, I’m giving you guys an update on our good friend Flat Stanley. You remember, the little guy that came to visit me for vacation; many of you were generous enough to offer suggestions on activities that we could do during his time in Minneapolis. I wasn’t able to get to everything that was offered up, because of everything that was going on, but I do think Flat Stanley enjoyed his trip.
So without further ado, I’ll let Flat Stanley explain his trip, just as he explained it to Ty’s class. I think he got a little carried away and thought he was writing for the readers of DFB instead of a bunch of kindergartners. At least no one will criticize Flat Stanley about dumbing down for his audience (looking at you, Jay-Z)
So I started this blog post while I was in the process of drinking some fine, fine 5 times distilled vodka (read: bottom shelf) and watching my Lakers in the NBA playoffs. Needless to say as the game went on, the drinks became fewer and the actual blogging diminished considerably. Somehow in between the time of the final whistle in that game and what is now 1am, I forgot about my half finished blog post all together. I guess that’s what happens when your team loses, you sit around with you buddies, drink even more, and talk about how you could have done so much better had you been on the court. At that point, alcohol as taken over all logical thinking and you are no longer speaking rational comments. With that said, today’s post is about Flat Stanley: a real boy who was flattened by a bulletin board. You see, see how that works, I drunk my sorrows of my team losing away and now I’m discussing a boy who was flattened by a bulletin board, smh.