or at least I hope so. It took me 90 minutes to get 10 things at the store. Monkey Boy was with me and he was really good so 90 minutes is ridiculous. That my friends, that is how bad my pain is. Saw the doc in the morning and he gave me muscle relaxers and I have Naproxen at home. I'm still in as much pain, if not more, than I was this morning. I'm calling him tomorrow about pain pills. Who the hell expects me to be able to corral my children like this? Who I say? Do they want to borrow mine for a couple hours? I don't mind. I think of it as birth control for some people. So now I sit here in pain and can't go to sleep. Yes, that's what I was looking for.
I haven't blogged in 8 months. We bought a house, still unpacking, school started. You know, life. I felt the need, the urgent need to blog about the Adrian Peterson situation today. I am full of all sorts of feelings and had to write about it. I would love to hear your thoughts on this whole thing. No really, I would. I don't feel I was a douchebag in my writing so all I ask is you not be a douchebag in your response. Thanks. My thoughts on the Adrian Peterson situation (but first, some backstory): I was spanked as a child. I'm pretty sure most of us that grew up in the 80s were. Until the summer between 5th and 6th grade I lived in Charelston, SC and from 6th to 11th grade, North Chicaco, IL. I have seen every form of discipline doled out on a child. I've seen spankings, beatings, hairbrushes smacked into heads, spoons hitting the tops of heads, whips, belts and even switches. I've seen it all. Most of you know that my son is named after a little boy who
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