Episode 3: Family Cook Off/Selling Candy
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
I don’t cook. I won’t cook. I can’t cook. I can “warm up” like no other, but I can’t
cook. I don’t even try to cook. I left the cooking class because it’s not for me.
It’s too much to put into something with too little return on the product. For me
to get into cooking, I’d need a bigger reward at the end. I don’t have much patience
when it comes to a lot of things in life.
In my closet, I honestly have no idea how many pairs of shoes you’d find. I don’t
take inventory, and give a bunch away every year. At the end of the year, I clean
the whole thing out: clothes, shoes… everything.
It’s important to me that my kids are very competitive. They know they don’t have
to be the best, but they have to give their best. So, I want that for them. They have
to try their best. My kids get upset if they lose at anything, even amongst themselves,
but especially when they’re competing in sporting events. I remember Bucky--he’s 14
now-- but when he was seven years old, he played in his first football game and they
lost. And he cried all the way home, in the tub, all night, all the way to school
the next day. But then he turned around and he said to me, “Daddy, you know what?
You’re right. I don’t need to act like this, because you didn’t cry when you lost
all those games when you were with the Cowboys.” And I looked at him and I said, “you’re
right, son”. And once he got out of the car, I laughed my butt off, because we got
our butts kicked that year.
