No way, Guadalupe. This ain’t geometric and I’m not Chidi Anagonye,

…for you. Can you concede that maybe someone else might not like it?

I’m trying to get my hands on one. There’s a few apps that I still want a smart phone for like email, navigation, Garmin Connect. This would be awesome.

But mark my words, the Clicks Communicator will be a piece of shit.

A diploma from Texas A&M is worth less than the paper it’s printed on.

A good part about parenting is watching them become who they are. You can push them in a direction, you can can guide them, you can try to help them, but you get what you get. They become who they are no matter what, but you get to see it. Every soccer game they win, every game they lose, you watch them adapt, learn, and grow.

The hard part about parenting is watching them in pain or struggling. To them it’s the hardest thing they’ve ever done, and to try to convince them that the pain they are going through will pass is not going to happen. They have to experience it themselves. You cannot hand them your wisdom, they have to earn it.

The very best part about parenting is that even through times where I am a flawed, hate myself, and depressed there is someone there who sees me for the effort I put in and not through my own lens. I may hate me. I may battle myself. I may look in the mirror in disgust, but when they look at me they see everything that I don’t. It keeps me going.

And when you look at your bank account the next day