Golf, Wrestling, and Warriors

So I WAS going to use this blog to talk about my brand new slightly-used golf club set that I scored off of Craig's List and how I went out golfing last week and despite being a terrible (we're talking Charles Barkley terrrble) golfer still had a good time. I WAS going to mention how bad I slice the ball and how only one good put made it all worthwhile.
I WAS ALSO going to use this blog to talk about the emotional toll it was to watch my boy wrestle yesterday in a tournament. I WAS going to mention how sad it is to see big kids cry after losing and putting their all in 1 to 2 minutes of excruciating pain, and how despite all this my boy just had a good time (he was sure tired). I WAS ALSO going to mention how sad/funny it was to see screaming parents and coaches. There was the coach that would repeatedly yell "SQUEEZE" at the top of his lungs at his wrestlers, and the "Woohoo" Mom that was so loud out there. I never wrestled as a kid but word up to all those who wrestle and leave it all out there on the mat.
Oh, I WAS ALSO going to discuss in the blog how fun it was to finally for the first time in my life see Saturday's Warriors. I know what you're thinking, really? First time? Why now? Well it was on and despite not ever seeing it I do know almost every word to ever song (thank you older brothers and sis). I'll save my critique of the show and leave it at that. No need to jump on something created over 20 years ago. Let's just say, "Things were different then."
No. This blog is not about golf or wrestling or cheesy roadshow-esque movies. This blog is about giving Thanks. Thanks for all the wonderful gifts and blessings I have. It was all summed up tonight as I lay with my baby trying to calm him down and I felt his heartbeat. Although it sounds like a washing machine, it beats great and he is happy and healthy. Every beat is a miracle. That's a lot of miracles. Multiply that by a few times and I've got quite the miracles right here at home.
Happy Thanksgiving week everyone.

Typical Fall Sunday

As is becoming a sad tradition in the Goodman household Cameron was sick and I had to stay home with him. For some the signs of changing seasons is turning back your clocks, for others it's the changing of the leaves. For us, it's Cameron's colds brought on by his compressed bronchi, an unfortunate result of his heart issues. So for the past two years we have kept him at home each Sunday to recover or avoid being sick. It's about that time of the year where we have to shut him down for the season, just as he was beginning to adjust well to other kids his age. Maybe he can be a little healthier this year, we shall see.

But things weren't all gloomy this late October season. We've had a blast going from movie theaters to farms to Trunk-or-Treats to good times with friends and family. After going with the family to see High School Musical 3 I am anxious to get my testosterone going again in late November with Quantum of Solace and Transporter 3.

As the weather cools down so does my traveling. There is just one more trip to Sunny San Diego in a week or so. I hear we may get a bit of snow around here so it'll be nice to see the sun one last time.
Don't forget to vote everyone..and for you 1 in 7 people that are still undecided, what's taking so long? You have less than two days.