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There is a nasty bug going through my college….
With my “compromised” immune system it was no surprise that I caught it…like every other sickness that ever comes by…I wasn’t in the first wave of sick people though.. so yay immune system for at least ATTEMPTING to not get the nasy bug..
I was miserable yesterday. And at 5 am when I had to drop my husband off at work I felt miserable too…
So I decided to take the day off of school…
SHHH! It’s not really skipping or playing hookie if your nose think’s it a fountain right?
It worked out a smidge because my first class was cancelled….. because my instructor was sick… Surprised? Not me!
I did miss a peer edit in my English class… but… I’ve become a bit of an elitist… My papers so far have been well above average (I’m that awesome) .. and every time I’ve had my papers read by my classmates they’ve never really had anything to add.. so what good are they to me? It’s the best time to miss class in my opinion… Math I can figure out myself..
So instead of going to school what did I do with my time???
I cleaned my kitchen.. Other than mop the floor, it is looking sparkly clean.. I’ve come to that point in my life where a clean home brings me happiness <~ A true sign I’m getting old…
I started watching the show Sleepy Hollow:
And continuing on my never ending Bells:
Oh and I started up our woodstove…. FIRE!
My house it nice and toasty 🙂
It’s been a great day off!
Thanks to school and other obligations, we haven’t celebrated fall as much as we used to.
We’ve still been celebrating! And this week especially has been packed with family fun! I think it was made even moreso fun because the Mr. wasn’t supposed to be here to celebrate..
From Pumpkin picking:
To a small party put together by the support group:
My son ended up winning scarest costume… surprised? This kid kept in character the whole time we were there. He would lay in a random spot and the little kids would come up and poke him until suddendly he would jump up and chase them him… He is his father’s son for sure!
Then Ppmpkin carving! But that part of our day was so awesome it deserves it’s own post 🙂
This was my son’s first year in “organized sports”. I put that in parentheses because my son has been active within the martial arts for years, but football was a completely different world.
For one, it’s seasonal. You devote a season to the sport and then like lost little sheep the team scatters to do whatever they were doing before, or revving up for the exciting life of ANOTHER organiazed sport. (various parents have insisted that basketball is the next big thing.)
The norm now, is after an organized sport has come to an end, it is usually wrapped up with some form of dinner/banquet where the gifts are given to the coaches and trophies are handed out…
To every team….
I honestly could care less if my son received a trophy or not. In fact, it’s been sitting on my kitchen window seal collecting dust. My concern lies mostly in the comments section.
We as a society have devalued competitive sports to such an extreme that the only worth left is if you won or not. The majority of comments I saw were this: Trophy=wins. If you didn’t win you didn’t work hard enough. Giving out trophies to kids who don’t earn them is the reason Americans wants everything handed to them…
Here’s my comment from what I posted on the above: (which if you click the article you can read)
How does the average American child spend their time after school? Glued to a tv eating junk food. The kids that particpated in my son’s youth football league this year spent their entire Monday-Friday evenings in August training and then when school started accumulated 10-12 hours [per week] training and participating in games. For my son, who is 8 that is a huge committment that most children his age can’t even grasp. I didn’t put my son into football to win. I put him in football for him to develop the skills that will one day make him a successful leader in his community. The reality is that hard work doesn’t always equate to winning. When my son received his trophy I asked him what he felt this trophy symbolized. He answered that it stood for the all the hard work he had put into his team and that he never gave up even when he really wanted to <~ That is a better lesson to walk away with than any wnning score card could give him. The trophies they give out at the end of the year are meant to symbolize that greater win than just the competitive portion to the sport.
Giving kids trophies is the reason Americans are lazy? Oh, of course it doesn’t mean the person actually commenting.. They can’t be lazy.. It’s everyone else..
I am getting really frustrated with this mentality I’m repeatedy being run over with.. Everyone else is to blame for my troubles.
Trophies are the downfall of our society… REALLY?!
That 6 inch trophy trumps all the values I’ve painstakingly tried to instill in my son. My son is victim to the sway of that little man holding a really shiny football. He will never work hard again in his life. And I’ll never be able to bank on his riches and live in some snazzy old folks home….
Good thing I have another kid who hasn’t been corrupted yet!
Which leads me to ask what my awesome readers think on the whole trophy controversy??
This is the lovely view into my yard from where I’m sitting. Anyone that knows me, knows I hate leaves.. but I can’t help but think this year’s foliage is gorgeous. We are right at the peak where the colors are perfect…
At least the leaves are now hiding the fact that hubby hasn’t mowed the lawn in weeks. 😉
Almost a year ago our neighbors rented out their house. For the most part people in our area keep to themselves. If I didn’t have to see some of my neighbors at the bus stop we probably wouldn’t interact at all. And it’s not because we’re not all neighborly people, it’s just the lay out of our properties.
Since these tenants have moved in, their dog has driven me crazy. They leave him on a run line that is a few feet away from the road. The dog barks up until 3 in the morning sometimes. Without fans to drown it out, no one was getting any sleep. My husband especially couldn’t handle it, as they moved in while he was deployed. He has little patience with it…
Well in the middle of summer, the dog got out… and bounded into my house… This is not a small dog by any means. It is a pit bill boxer mix. So to see a huge large dog bound into my house was a sight… To see said dog bound onto my youngest child freaked everyone in the house… My son was able to “save” his sister while I grabbed the dog.. The dog was extrememly friendly and curious, but he scard the wits out of my youngest. I was able to get the dog outside, but other than hold on, that was it. The owner came over.. I tried to introduce myself.. but it was a haughty mumble of “thanks for getting my dog” and that was seriously all I’ve interacted with him at all since this weekend…
The second time the dog came on my property it was pouring rain. The people weren’t even home. I felt awful just putting the dog on the line to be rained on, but he couldn’t stay on my property. My daughter was crying just at the sight of him.
….. few months go by..
Thursday night, around 12 my husband and I were woken up. The dog …. was barkng right near our garage. My husband and I went outside and the dog had cornered my 18 year old cat. My husband, who HATES the dog was livid. We heard the girlfriend calling for the dog, but the second she heard us outside she ran into her house. ???? My husband grabbed the dog and brought it over. She pretended she didn’t know what was going on. Gave my husband hassle for knocking on their door… Um seriously? Apparently as my husband was walking away she said she was about to pay him for getting the dog.. My husband told her he didn’t want her money, but he wanted her to take better care of her dog.
So my husband came home, told me what happened and i was livid. We agreed that if the dog came on our property again we would call animal control because they don’t give a damn. She didn’t say it directly, but we’re assuming she’s been letting the dog loose because the barking is now keeping their newborn up…
The following night (Friday night) we get woken up again.. Only this time the dog is trying to jump on my mom’s car to get our other cat. The dog follows me in to the house and I did as we said we would.. Only animal control was not answering so I called the police. I informed them the dog was really nice, but the last time we brought it over the night before the neighbor was really hostile so we didn’t feel comfortable giving the dog back ourself. So the dispatcher sent a police man to take the dog over… Well when the police came almost an hour later a few things happened
One…. my husband bonded with the damn dog.
Two… the sweet adorable dog became a beast guardian dog from hell. I could barely hold onto him as he tried to attack the police officer.. And in my head, I’m replaying the image of the police man shooting the dog that tried to bite him… I’m in near tears holding onto this dog with all I can because I’m afraid either the police man is going to kill him.. or get bit..
So the police officer said he would go to the neighbor and have him get the dog. … I asked my husband to exchange the dog because he’s by far stronger than me. I went inside and the neigbbor came.. expressed how aggrivated he was that we called the police and how we’re “supposed to be neighbors”
Well… that angered me.. but it’s one jab that was probably said in irritation about the situation…. Who gives a damn? The dog is home and I can sleep…
Five minutes later there’s a knock at the door
Neighbor guy came back…
Tony started to get up…but I told him no…. This is my turn…
I open the door… Smile on my face and ask how I can help him..
He asked to talk to my husband.
I shook my head and said no… he got me.. So how can I help?
He said, I don’t want to start any trouble.. I just want to talk to your husband..
No sir.. maybe you didn’t hear me the first time… you got me (still smiling if you’re curious. At this point I was hotel Faithie, the conflict resolution specialist). I told him it was me he wanted talk to, as I was the one that called the cops.
He raised his eyebrow… ooooo so you’re that called the cops..
Smile still on me face… Yes indeedy? Want to hear WHY?!
(Insert Beast Mode Faithie.. the one that takes crap from no one… with a minor in argument skills learned from my recent college argument courses)
Your dog four times has been on my property.. and in three of those instances put either my kids or my pets in jeopardy. They are on MY property, and is MY repsonsbility to ensure their safety. We tried previous times being nice about this and each time you put us in a position when it was clear that “neighborly negotiations” are failing. So yes, I called the police to stress the seriousness that I found the situation and the safetly of all the pets involved including his.
So then he explained it’s my husband’s fault that his girlfriend became hostile.. he claimed that my husband yelled at her with the baby on her hip or some bull like that.. My husband is many things… but he is not yeller… (at this point Sensei Faith came out…. I DON”T WANT EXCUSES I WANT RESULTS!) I smacked that excuse down… by a: making it clear my husbabd is not a yeller.. he says things in a jerkish manner and can rub you the wrong way… but he doesn’t yell. Then I pointed out that since neither of us was there, and heard drastically different scenarios we can’t count it… even assuming my husband did yell.. he’s in EVERY position to be pissed off. Your dog tried of off my 18 year mostly blind and deaf cat…
Then he tried to go on and make me pity him? He doesn’t even want the dog…. Sensei Faithie response: Good.. you don’t take care of the dog properly. He’s not barking out there all hours of the night because he’s defending his turf or likes the sound of his bark. He’s barking because he’s in need of social interaction and the attention a high energy dog needs. You are taking piss poor care of the dog and don’t deserve him. (by this point my husband came down and was listening to me ream into the guy.) He mentioned how he loved the dog and would take it (Beast Mode Faithie denied that request)
Then he tried saying.. well dogs will be dogs… (Sensei Faith returns) Are you serious?! Did you really just tell me that bull line and expect me to be like… oooooo well ok then.. valid point.. NOOO! BAD DOG OWNER! You are responsble for that dog and ensuring his safety, well being and proper training. He is a WICKEDLY SMART DOG. In the hour I had him he knew exactly what I expected of him and he accomodated to make me happy. (except for with the police man… that was a surprise!) His lack of obedience is on the owner, not the dog. I won’t accept anything other than “I will invest more time into the dog’s training to ensure not only its safety but of my neighbors since being neighborly is high on his list and all”….
Then he went to the fact that he didn’t appreciate the police being called.. Being the only black man in our neigborhood he feels I singled him out and that the cops will be singling him out. (Sensei Faith pauses… did he really just pull the race card?! School English 101 Faithie pats Sensei Faith on the back and informs her that we spent a whole week “swallowing the guilt of the race card” as my professor called it.. so we are now immune to the guilt that card is supposed to convey) I pointed out that the only thing that probably singled him out, was how aggressive the dog was to ONLY the police man… Boxers are notoriously protective of their masters… So how many altercations has this dog seen with him and the police to automatically assume that police are a threat?! That’s not from being black.. that’s from doing stuff you shouldn’t be doing…Don’t you bloody dare to pull the race card with me..
Then we played what I call the carosel argument. (Hotel Faithie dealt with this a lot at the hotel) It’s when people in an argument see that they are losing the argument.. and have no new material to draw from…so they repeat their argument over and over again… In turn I give the same answers because at this point it’s just a game of patience… I’ve yet to lose a carosel argument…. I can keep repeating myself for hours if need be…
Obviousy.. he isn’t going to own up to being wrong in this situation at all.. And I don’t think he was fully prepared to deal with the awesome that is Faith….
But! In the past two nights his dog has been put inside at a respectful hour, ie no barking until 3 am.. and I haven’t had any visits…
So even if he doesn’t agree to the responsibility… he at least knows I am a force to be reckoned with..
And that for now is enough for me 🙂
Sometimes I wonder if my Kyoshi is going senile.. He’s not an old man, by any means… but sometimes he says things that make me wonder if his brain is still functioning at full capactiy…..
This weekend is our “Power Weekend” Or the weekend you are tested on all the curriculum/physcial assessment and 99% ability to endure the craziness that pops out of our Shihan’s head… It’s a great weekend as an underbelt to watch the future black belts in our community give their all.
I brought my kids to the dojo for their classes yesterday afternoon, after kind of ditching my morning thai session. School has been crazy, this weekend will be even crazier and I just needed the morning and day to get myself ready for all that is upcoming on my plate. So I was feeling a little guilty and ready for the “So, Faith! Where you?!” interrogation I get when I miss my classes. <~ And honestly.. They’ve been really great about school and my son’s football session. I’m making it there like once a week… I’m supposed to be going at LEAST 3…
I’m usually one of the first parents there, which makes for some great Kyoshi bonding time. He loves to talk, and I love to listen so we make a great pair! I asked him how the black belt candidates were fairning and if they were ready for power weekend… He told me he had sat down that morning and was figuring out who would be in the next cycle of students that would start their candidate training in December. I knew my friend J would be on the list and I wanted to hear him say it.. so I asked who was on the list…
And he smiled and was like “Oh, like you don’t know.”
I winked and answered, “Oh I know Kyoshi! I just want to know who ELSE is on the list.”
“Well other than yourself, J and <insert some of the kids….>”
“Wait what?!” I seriously looked down at my waist as if I could SEE my green/brown belt around it. “I’m not even a brown belt!”
He rolled his eyes, because obviously it was ME he thought I was wanting him to mention on the list and not J. Or he was rolling his eyes because, “You’re getting you’re brown belt at the end of this month.”
Wait?! WHAT?! How does time fly like that! I swear I had JUST got this new belt…. It wasn’t computing in my head that I am THAT close to getting my black belt… no no…..NO
By then, other parents had come in, breaking up my special Faithie/Kyoshi time.. Which is a shame because I was internally (and even mildly so right now) FREAKING OUT!
Being a black belt candidate is a huge responsibility that I’m not even sure I’m ready for.. It’s weekly 7:30 am Saturday sessions that not even my Sensei ever gets up for. It’s taking on a more leadership position in the dojo and helping out with the younger students… Being spotlighted for every little demonstration… being WATCHED by like everyone… I don’t think I could “scam” out of any classes due to other obligations….
As my son’s class was going on I spoke with my Sensei. I love her, but we haven’t really bonded.. She is a great instructor, and a wonderful and amazing strong feminine role model for my daughter, but her heart is at another dojo. (My original Sensei left to open up his own place, and she was taken from another dojo to take his place) I went to her to help calm me down.. I asked her if Kyoshi was serious… She shrugged, said the math was correct and that I didn’t have to be a candidate if I didn’t want to…
I think now to my original Sensei… If I had gone to him in.. in five minutes he would have not only sold me on my worth as a black belt candidate, he would have inspired me to be the best black belt candidate..
I didn’t mean for this to reflect my inner dojo conflict, but it kind of found its way out now….
I have been struggling since I started school with this…
See it’s that original Sensei who inspired me to go back to school. To challenge myself both off and on the mats. And now that’s he is gone…my dojo doesn’t have that SPARK that ignites everything around my life a wildfire.
And I wonder if I over scheduled myself, and let things over lap my martial arts schedule because I don’t want to actually BE on those mats anymore…. It’s easier to just ignore and scam my obligation to my dojo than it is to break Kyoshi’s heart and leave like my original Sensei did.. because I can see how much it did when a handful of students did leave….
I’m so damned conflicted! I want my children to have that passion and spark again… to be under my original Sensei who taught more than just the martial arts… but he up and left when my husband was deployed and he promised to be my rock if I needed him.. and it turns out that it was a great lesson because I learned to rely on myself and see that I have that value and worth…. Yet I am still SO ANGRY and I’ve never shared that with him….I am such a proud person.. I could never let him know how much he hurt me as a student…. How could I train under someone who just abandoned his students like that?
And I would never be a black belt under his school…. Their muay thai program doesn’t do the belt system.. Which honestly, I prefer as it’s more in theme with tradtional muay thai. But I want to declare to the world I’m a freaking black belt lol.. And they don’t have Krav Maga and that’s my current passion.. even my husband does it on occasion… My son loves his current dojo…. he will be getting his blue belt when I recieve my brown… He’s not willing to lose that rank to join the original Senseis. My daughter doesn’t really care…
I dunno… This was a lot more than I was expecting to get out about the whole post….