First Post

With the encouragement of my sister Stacy and my inner most conservative erupting to the caldera of my skull, I must start a blog. I've come to the conclusion that what my first grade teacher said has finally come to be the truth. Mrs. Caswell: "Now class, if you write down what you do and think everyday it will help you sort out your feelings and will help you make better life desicions." Jason: "Hey Chad, give some of that red construction paper...it makes the best fuckin spit balls!" I'm what you may call one of the kids that had to learn the hard way. I grew up the middle child of a single dad who was a construction supervisor for a petrochemical contractor. You may be saying to yourself right now...damn you had it bad! You're fuckin right I did. BUT! it made me the person I am today and I can't really complain about that.
From day one of my first football practice, I was taught not to never settle for second best. My dad took me out in the yard because I had been knocked down by another kid on the team my first day. He had me run and hit him and each time he pushed me to the ground really hard. After the third time I figured out Dad, and more importantly, Life will just keep knocking you down until you're fed up and decide "Ok mother fucker, you want it? then I'll bring it." My outlook on life now is to give, entirely, everything that you can to better yourself and your family. I hope to instill in my two sons, Dillon and Mason, these same values without the traumatic side affects of my own childhood. It's a fine balance of discipline, love, knowledge and guidance.
I'm ten beers into this post so I shall sign off. I'll write moooree wen I gitt back to home........