Thanksgiving week...I want to throw up!

Well, going into Thanksgiving week I was pretty happy. The boys were to come over and spend a few hours with everyone to include their grandparents. It was supposed to be a good time. Then they were supposed to go over to their mother's about 330pm. That's not how it went down. Let me explain. I got a call from my ex on Friday and didn't see it. I figured it was about child support, NBD. I happened to see my phone and it was her. I pick it up, say hello and hear her crying. I ask "what's wrong?" She goes on to tell me that she got a 3-day eviction notice. Lovely. I immediately think about my youngest son and him be HOMELESS! I eventually bring it up to my wife as we are driving somewhere later that day. She almost immediately suggested that they should move in with us. She did that purely based upon the love she has for me and how I feel about the boys. I love that woman! So, I go into 'fix the exes situation' mode. I call her and tell her my wife's sollution to her problem. She immediately says NO! I expected that. After many hours of cajoling and our youngest threatening to never see her again if she goes to a shelter, she finally agrees. She has no other option.

I take two extra days of vacation to move her out and clean their apt. She stays at work while we do the dirty work. The only positive here is that I pulled all of the boys stuff and boxed it up to give them in the future. She wanted it all thrown away! Her attitude was complete SHIT. I don't blame her. We get that done on Tuesday. Wednesday the boys and I go to Gamers so my youngest can sell his PS2 console and games to get money for his mom. Later that afternoon they go to the laundry mat. I get a call from my youngest that they need a ride. His older bro had left them to go with a friend. I get there and their mom is TRIPPIN' THE FUCK OUT! She has been drinking her JD and is upset that she has been left behind by her oldest son. After an hour and a 1/2 I finally get them home and had folded all the clothes. We get in the house and my youngest pulls me into the back bedroom and says "I have to tell you something". My ex and current wife were trying to have a serious discussion that the former was ignoring. My youngest tells me that my oldest had been caught stealing wii remotes at Walmart and was in jail. It was everything I could do to keep the top of my head on. I told him 'ok' and that I would take care of it. I go into the living room and break up the girls party by telling them the news I just got, to their horror. We all immediately drive down to the jail to see if we can see him to no avail. The Officer says he is doing fine. My wife and I go back to the jail to get his keys.

I got a phone call from him at 1:18am on 11.24.09. He was very apologetic of course. I didn't get all worked up and chew his butt. He knew what he did and why he was there. The next morning his mom made all kinds of calls to everyone she knew that might be able to help. She got the CO. Sheriff. He made a phone call to the judge and explained the situation. He was let go on a signature bond and brought home Thanksgiving morning. He's one lucky young man. He's not out of the woods yet though. If this ends up a felony he probably won't be able to teach like he wants to. Grandma and Grandpa showed up about 130pm. Grandpa didn't want to come in as he doesn't care for the boys mother. I had to convince him into coming in. Dinner wasn't bad except for the mashed potatoes, which weren't mashed very well ha!

Colleen is regretting her decision to have the ex over. She has tried to explain how she feels in 10 different ways thinking that I DIDN'T GET IT. I got it and gave her a bit of her own medicine. I asked her how HER ex felt when she moved in a BOYFRIEND when HE was STILL living there. She got the point and said it was below the belt. That wasn't my intent...but I got my point across with her. We unfortunately went to bed upset with one another. I think we are still a bit raw (like my peter at the moment ha). We will get through it........somehow.

GPAC FOOTBALL OFFENSIVE PLAYER OF THE WEEK

GPAC Football Week #10 Honors
The Great Plains Athletic Conference (GPAC) and Hauff Mid-America Sports are proud to announce the following football players-of-the-week for games played on Saturday, November 7, 2009. Hauff Mid-America Sports is the presenting sponsor of the 2009-2010 GPAC Players-of-the-Week and Players and Coaches-of-the-Year awards program.

Hauff Mid-America Sports/GPAC Football Players-of-the-WeekOffense - Anthony Dunn, Quarterback - Doane. Doane quarterback Anthony Dunn is this week's GPAC/Hauff Mid-America Sports Offensive Player-of-the-Week. Dunn, a sophomore from Papillion, Nebraska, completed 73% of his passes on Saturday (24-33) as the Tigers defeated Nebraska Wesleyan 38-17. For the day he passed for 274 yards and three touchdowns. The win by Doane over Nebraska Wesleyan was their first since 2002 and gives them the series lead at 45-44-6 in the 95 year old rivalry. Doane will close the 2009 season at Dana next Saturday at 1PM.

WHAT A SUCK ASS WEEKEND!

All last week I was geared up to watch my youngest son Alex play cross-town rival Papillion on Friday night and then make the drive to Platte City, MO to watch the oldest quarterback his team to a victory against Avila College. I certainly got to watch them both play but wasn't happy with the outcomes of either.

The Titans got blown out 38-7. How did Alex play? He made a few plays here and there @ MLB and made a few good blocks at FB but was tired and standing straight up and down most of the time and played slow. We then found out after the game that he has had an injury to a nerve in his foot for 2 weeks now. PLVS stunk up the place in my book. They don't have a viable QB nor do they have a RB. The 2 big fellas at DE didn't do jack and when they were both put at FB and RB respectively, they did jack. I certainly don't think their coach is very good after watching him for nearly 6 years. Whatever...my oldest may end up working for him someday. I kinda hope not. I hope he takes the other job offered over the summer...at least THAT school puts a WINNER on the field! Speaking of my oldest...

Anthony's game was a defensive struggle that ended in a 9-6 loss. Doane was picked to win by a couple of td's by football pundits, largely based on his arm. The drove the ball down the field most every drive but just couldn't finish and score. Anthony had 3 int's and a fumble all by himself. One of those his coach took responsibility for. The fumble the defender put his hat right on the ball. Better on the ball than in the small of his back. The receivers aren't aggressive at all. There were balls that should've been caught. He DID have 31 yards rushing in the game though! That is definitely a PB for him lol. It was nice to see him tuck and run when he needed to. The 1st half he played fairly well moving them with ease down the field, but they just couldn't finish what they started. Let's hope that against Hastings they can do better. I think Hastings is ranked at # 23 or something. I think they proved they could run a bit...but will that translate into a passing game? Avila employed a cover 3 defense which means they have 3 guys deep playing the pass and 1 guy left underneath to blitz. They did blitz quite a bit...good luck next week son's o' mine.

I love you both and wish you the best this coming week!

On top of that...I got upset with my new bride for no good reason. I'm sorry Colleen. I feel HORRIBLE that I got on you in Platte City. I suck as a husband. Thank the Good Lord that you love me like you do because I certainly didn't treat you like I should've this past w/e. Love you baby!

100 YEARS

Well...went to Chicago again for the 2nd time this year. That makes it 2 times to both Chicago and the West Coast. We had to go for Colleen's grandma's 100th birthday celebration. Not a bad trip. I did a drawing of her grandma when she was 18. It was a big hit with everyone to include her grandma. Colleen, Judy and myself got a bit tipsy on Saturday night after the festivities and had about a 4 hour conversation about their family, politics, religion and yes sex. I wasn't comfortable with the sex talk, especially when her Uncle John came home. Oh well. Connor was acting up horribly. I guess he thought because we were out of Omaha and around extended family that he didn't have to listen to me. Ok, done for now. New marriage going well...

DRINKING AND MY BOYS

Well...I have to put this down to mark it in time I guess. I have found out in the last 2 weeks that BOTH of my sons have had a drink. My oldest (19) got drunk the summer after his Senior year the night before a State baseball game. The entire team went to someones house and they all got drunk. He drank a couple of other times also. My youngest (17) said he has drank a couple of times NOT getting drunk. I am pretty disappointed in them. My oldest is in college. Could I expect that he NOT do it when it goes on around him like a hurricane all the time? I knew he would at some time experiment. I am REALLY shocked at my youngest doing it. Heck, they both would come home in past years and talk about what they saw at parties and such. I don't drink very often if at all. I have to be in the right mood to do it. I just can't sit down and have a beer and watch a football game. It's not me. Now, their mom...that's a different story. She likes to drink the hard stuff, vodka and Jack Daniels. I have been over to the boys house and have seen bottles of liquor out in the open on a consistant basis. I think she self medicates to a certain degree. Can I ultimately blame it on me? Probably. I AM disappointed though. I don't know that the boys have ever seen me drunk or could at least remember a time when they saw me that way. Their mom on the other hand is a different story. She had an episode a couple years ago when she just freaked out and was yelling and screaming and just acting all together crazy. She kicked our 17 year old out a couple times that evening. She also blew up my phone with her rantings. On a positive note in regards to her, she FINALLY got her drivers license at 45 years of age. She said she HAD one in her early 20's just before I met her. I never physically saw the thing. Who cares. * sidenote: she failed it the 1st time she took it. Didn't even make it out of the parking lot and had failed. LOL

I TOOK THE PLUNGE...AGAIN!

Well...I did it. I took the plunge again. I found a great girl and after nearly a year and a half...I made her an honest woman. Like the song says that I'm listening to right now...love isn't always on time, but it was in this case. I'm happy which isn't something I could say for many years. She is the best of all the women I have had relationships with. Let me take a bit of time to relate the story of our nuptuals. I asked her father for her hand in marriage. He agreed. So, I asked her to marry me on our 1 year anniversary 2.28.09. We were at a restaraunt called Anthony's. As we were heading out the door that evening she asked me "did you remember EVERYTHING?", letting me know that she was EXPECTING me to ask her. We got to the restaraunt and had dinner and as the band started playing I tried to let her down gently, telling her that tonight was not the night. She got a pained look on her face but then smiled and said ok. We proceeded to have a nice time as I knew I had the ring in my pocket the whole time. Finally the time was right to pop the question. I pulled out the ring and proposed. She got the biggest smile on her face and said "YES!" The she screamed "I'M ENGAGED, I'M ENGAGED!" The table full of women sitting next to us had been watching and congratulated her and someone gave me a big kiss on the cheek. She was VERY happy to say the least. Let's fast forward a few months. My mom mentioned that they were going to California in July and suggested that we come along and get married in Las Vegas. Now, we hadn't set a date at that point, so going to Las Vegas became a possible reality. Dad iced the deal when he offered to pay for our meals and hotel rooms. How can you pass THAT up? We agreed. We put a budget together and had a goal of taking as much $ as possible. As luck would have it we ended up to close to our goal in $. That was with some help from God, believe me. We were on the verge of not even being able to go and He took care of things and put some people in our way to help take care of things. God is great! Now, I had mapped out our trip getting us just a couple of hours from Las Vegas before stopping for some much needed sleep. Dad had in his mind stopping at Grand Junction, CO which is just over half way. That would leave 500 miles and at LEAST 8-9 hours of driving. I tried to gently persuade him to go a bit further but he would'nt budge. So, we leave about 630pm from Epply Airfield parking and head west. We get into Grand Junction about 6am Colorado time and get a room. We all head to our rooms for some sleep. Waking up early afternoon we headed to the local mall as I had forgot my tie and mom had forgot her bell bottom jeans that Dad had wanted her to wear in the dryer at home. While they were looking for jeans Dad and I drove down the street to wash the bugs off the car. As he pulled into the auto wash he hit the guide and put a nice gash in the front right rim. Would you believe that he didnt notice it the whole time we were with them? Anyway, we go to dinner and go to bed later. We got up the next morning and Dad suggests breakfast. Colleen and I look at eachother KNOWING that it's 8-9 hours to Vegas and not saying anything. About 1/2 way through breakfast (it was about 9am) he asked the waitress how far it was to Vegas. She tells him it's about 9 hours. His jaw drops. Under NORMAL circumstances it would'nt be a big deal. Here's the RUB. We had to get there (Vegas) in time to go to the courthouse and get our licence, get back to the hotel and get ready, then get to the Little White Wedding Chapel all before the show (that mom paid for) at 830pm. Well...we didn't make it of course. We got to Vegas about 330pm and got checked in by around 4pm. Colleen and I had to take a taxi downtown to get our license. It was $50 round trip. Then Colleen had some lady come in and do her hair. The 1st incarnation was her hair all curly and not what I THOUGHT she was going to get done. They asked me if I liked it. I stated that I thought it was going to be up. It got fixed. I ended up ironing my shirt, pants and jacket as well as Dad and Mom's shirts. My USMC training paid off eh? We finally go downstairs and found a taxi/van to take us to the chapel. The driver wasn't sure where it was grrrrr! We get there about 805pm! The show at the Excalibur was supposed to start in 25 minutes. I was stressing. Colleen put on her dress only to find out that they didn't offer a steamer of any kind there. She was on the verge of tears as her dress was somewhat wrinkled. I tried to calm her down. It didn't work. Mom ended up paying the cost of the wedding also. I was very surprised at this. I paid the $50 for the taxi earlier as well as the $100 for the updo for Colleens hair. So, I was appreciative that she paid for that. We finally got in to the chapel and the pastor was very kind. He asked Colleen if she was nervous and she said yes. He asked her NOT to lock her knees and then lowered his tone and spoke calmly to her and she seemed to calm down a bit. Dad walked Colleen down the isle and I walked Mom down to the front also. They were renewing their vows. We had a short but emotional ceremony and slid the rings on each others fingers, kissed passionately and we were married! Whew! It was stressful but ended well. We spent the night at the Excalibur, had a great meal (at $32 a plate) and some passionate dot, dot, dot and then went out into the Las Vegas night to take a few pictures. The next morning we got up and drove up the coast of California to visit my Grandma and Aunt Lori. It was way more relaxing at this point. We flew out of Oakland, CA back to Omaha as man and wife to live out our days. No FAILING this time!

JULY 4TH WEEK

Well...it was an interesting week in the Dunn household. Why you ask? We had 2 more Dunn's in the fold, my younger bro Nick and his 6 year old son and my nephew Hunter. They came in the previous Saturday. I hadn't met Hunter so I was really looking forward to them coming. They finally came outside at the airport as I pulled up. I saw Nick and looked for Hunter. He walked by the car with his bag in tow and peered inside the car looking specifically for me. Our eyes met and we both smiled. I was elated! I got out to help them put their bags inside the car and Nick was already teared up. We gave eachother a long brotherly hug. I was a bit surprised at how he looked though. He had a couple days growth, all of it being nearly white. He was balding more so than I had remembered and his face was a bit puffy I thought. He just didn't look healthy. I gave Hunter a hug and we were on our way. We ended up going to NC the next day to see Mom and Dad. When we got there Colleen and I purposely hung outside to give Nick, Mom and Dad a bit of privacy as they got acquainted again. Colleen took Mom to Wally World and bought what seemed like the store! I wasn't real happy about it, but Mom offered. It was interesting being around a 6 year old again. Hunter seemed to be very sure about himself. He's a cute little guy also. He liked to wrestle and use me as a punching bag. The week went as it did with Nick and Hunter going to NC on Tuesday afternoon. They came back Thursday morning. We were supposed to go to the zoo on Friday but it rained. We all went to see the new Transformers movie which was pretty good. Saturday came and we again went to NC in hopes of watching the fireworks.

A LOT GOING ON...

Well...a lot going on these days. I have a submission in a t-shirt design contest that is garnering a lot of votes. I...well Colleen set up a business email address for any kind of art I do for people from tats to portraits. Mom is going to get some sort of settlement and we possibly are going with them to California with a stop off in Reno or Las Vegas to get married. I guess my main reason for coming on here is to vent a bit...well sort of. Colleen and I kind of got into it yesterday. I continue to get railed on by her and my parents about Jackie and her asking me for money in regards to the boys. I had to get firm with her and tell her that I could "leave" or "LEAVE". I didn't want to "LEAVE" of course but I felt I had to give her an 'out'. If she couldn't put up with Jackie's SHIT, then at least she had the opportunity to "LEAVE". That upset her greatly which made me sad of course. What did I expect her to do...