Do Parents Have a Life?

Why do parents get involved in their child's tiffs? Kids will be kids-- as long as blood is not drawn-- let them work out their own problems. We have all been there. Kids will be mad at each other one day and best buddies the next (especially girls). I really don't understand. Of all the years you could live over, why are you picking the teens?? Did you not have enough punishment the first time around? Or were you the one picked on so you have to re-live those years as an adult and pick on a kid--calling names, my spacing from your childs page (isn't there a mother in Texas on trial for that). Just totally stupid unadult behavior.

How do you expect your child to grow and learn when you are fighting the battle for them. These are the learning years. Your child will grow to be socially inept if you don't let them handle their own issues. Kids are immature, that's why they need parents.

So stop living vicariously through your child and let them live their life. You screwed up your own, don't screw up theirs as well.

The Game has Passed

Well, what can I say, my Panthers blew it. Yes, I will remain a die hard Panther fan. I even wore a Panthers sweatshirt today. I wasn't embarassed to wear it. That's my team, the one I pull for in a good season as well as a bad. I'm not going to put my team out on the corner any more then I would kick a friendship to the street over a disagreement. Jake had a terrible game. He has always been hit or miss, on or off, hot or cold, whatever. But to the best of my recollection how many other new franchised teams have ever been led to a superbowl, not to mention three---- yes count them---- three playoffs in the last six years. Now I don't pretend to follow all the teams, but out of the four that were franchised in '95, I believe the answer to that is ZERO. Did I mention that Jake led us to those three playoffs and the Superbowl? No, we didn't win, but we were there.



I am just as dissapointed as the other Panther fans at the outcome of Saturday nights game, but there is always next year. For now--I'll just wait---and hope we make it to another Superbowl, maybe next year, maybe not, but my loyalty will not change just because we didn't get there now.

Waiting on the Game

One of the things I love best about fall and winter is football. I've always loved to watch. It's always been a bummer with my female friends because most don't care to watch the game. Then I became friends with Ann. She loves the game as much as I do, so for the past six or seven years, we have bantered back and forth over Payton (whom she adores even to the point of having dreams about him and his brother Eli fighting over her), Tom (who had to sit on our sidelines this year literally), Jake who leads my team, and all the other players.



We do not agree on any team from college to pro. She will like one team and I will like another. I would pick a team opposite Ann just to keep the banter going. I have so much fun talking with her about football.



Ann called me Saturday night when her beloved Payton was playing. Now don't get me wrong, I like Payton as well, but I also pull for the team, not just the quarter back, which I'm not sure she does because she likes the hunks. However, when her Payton lost Saturday night and blew any chances of a Superbowl appearance in Tampa, Ann wanted to know if I was attending the Carolina Panthers playoff game this Saturday night. When I told her I was, she told me to "bite her". Jealousy????????? Surely not because Carolina still stands a chance to go to Tampa and all her other teams are out of the running. All except Eli. So I guarantee that if Carolina wins Saturday and Eli (because the Giants aren't a team without Eli) wins Sunday, then Ann will pull for Eli just because I'm pulling for Carolina.



Doesn't matter, I loved Ann when her and Rob and the whole crew lived in NC, and I love them all just as much even though she moved to the center of ---well----no where. That's right, she left me three years ago to move to the center of no where, but I guess my adoration for her family will follow her out there. She is a rock to me and the leader of my team even though she doesn't know it.



You're always the captain of my personal Superbowl team and I miss you terribly.