Addiction is a terrible consequence of imbibing in something you shouldn’t.
Special needs kids are not easy to raise and to remedy some crazy situations my wife and I should drink alcohol, but instead she makes cookies. We don’t need family therapy because we have cookies. When we have a difficult situation we eat more cookies. When there is a total meltdown because something didn’t arrive in time from Amazon, we eat even more cookies. It doesn’t help that it is cold outside and it gets dark early, but warm cookies seem to correct all the world’s troubles. However soon, we need to figure out a way stop this addictive behavior. My suggestion is we drink more, but my wife is a responsible adult. I used to admire her for that quality, but now, I am unsure. Anyway, we soon have to transition away from delicious, mouthwatering, warm, freshly made chocolate oatmeal cookies. I do remind my wife that chocolate is not good for dogs, so she makes plain oatmeal cookies for Cooper, but I eat most of those as well.
Please don’t tell Cooper or my wife.
Jan 1 - 7
I hope everyone had a nice Christmas, unfortunately, mine was very stressful. I worry what people think of me and apparently I worry what dogs think of me even more. So I am the person when I am eating, if a dog is staring at me I feed it. I recently went to a friend’s party and their dog immediately came up to me and just stared at me. Don’t worry, I am very discreet. Anyway, my daughter came over for Christmas and asked us if we would watch their dog, Bear, while they went skiing for a few days. Not a problem except the dog is very allergic to all food except rabbit, so they left me just enough to get by until they got back. So, can you imagine, anytime I am eating anything, Cooper is right there. Well now I can’t feed him because Bear is there is too. So now I have 2 dogs following me around and staring at me constantly. I almost called a therapist.
Dec 25 - 31
It is your lucky day, I am going to sing Jingle Bells for you.
Well you have to imagine me singing it.
Just think of Andrea Bocelli, my voice is very similar. After all, we are both from Italy, well my parents were but I am sure my voice is right there with his.
Ok, here it goes:
Jingle bells, Jingle bells…
Well, you know how it goes.
Oh and I appreciate all of you not mentioning the 300 pounds I have put on this Holiday Season. I promise to try to get back to something close to what I used to be.
Try.
Everyone please have a wonderful Christmas.
From Frank and family
Dec 18 - 24
So today is the day my son had his annual blood test.
Most children or adults with special needs are on some medication. The medication is to help compensate for their damaged brains. That is why you see so many homeless people who appear delusional. Once they are homeless, they lose all access to their meds.
Anyway it is always fun to try to convince my son he has to give up some blood. We have closed the entire lab at Kaiser, where every employee there has come to assist or restrain him so we can get this done.
Well now, I don’t mess around. I just say, “You know those head phones you wanted. Well, you get in and out of this blood test as fast as you can, and you can order them on the way home.”
It worked.
I want to thank all of you for the email we sent out trying to find a missing friend. Hopefully, we will find her soon.