Happy Meal

Before I picked up my daughter from her moms house, I decided to go to the McDonald’s drive through and get her some nuggets and fries. My daughter is 16 months old and like any kid her age, is very picky.

Anyways I figured I’d just get myself the nuggets and fries and give her a few of mine. As I’m looking at the menu, I see they still have the happy meals. I say “still” because I know the fun police is trying to stop anything that may lead to obesity because of a toy in a bag. Stupid I know.

So i grab the happy meal and start to think of all the times my parents bought me and my sister one. If I had to lift a finger on one hand as to how many times, I’d still be making a fist. I honestly can not remember us ever getting happy meals. That’s besides the point i guess.

So I get my daughter, strap her in her car seat and we start our way back to my apartment. I look in the rear view mirror and see her little face staring out of the window. I reach in my bag and grab a fry to give to her. I reach back and i can see her little hand move up to grab it.

It’s like watching a fighter jet refuel while still in the air. The pilot must be thinking “steady…steady..”. Well that’s how it felt. I’m trying to make sure her little hand has a hold of this golden fry. With a little bit of movement, we have success.

Back to the happy meal. So we get home and i put her in her high chair, grab her the chocolate milk, the nuggets and the fries. She goes straight for the fries, which I don’t blame her…it was a good batch today. But then I pulled out the toy. The look on her face was as if she witnessed King Arthur pull Excalibur from the stone. Her face lit up with a smile and she started clapping. I pulled the Minions toy out of the plastic and handed it to her. Sure, I could have waited to give it to her, but why?

For those that don’t know me, I have always wanted kids. I didn’t get blessed with one until I was 39, so it was kind of a late start. As my friends are getting excited for their kids high school or even college graduation, I am getting excited about a happy meal.

Will she remember this happy meal? Of course not. And to be honest, I probably wont either. But right now at this moment in time, a small box with golden arches and a toy put a smile on both of our faces.

10/4/2014

Today was a chill day.  My wife had some kind of homecoming deal at her school (Western Illinois), so i just stayed home and played NHL 15.  The only serious decision i had to make was whether I was going to go to Mariachis (local mexican restaurant) for lunch.  Well, like a dumbass I settled for Rudy’s Tacos.  Rudy’s is to mexican food what Olive Garden is to italian food.  It is what it is.

So after forcing myself to eat Rudy’s, which taste a lot better at 3am when you’re drunk, I decided to head over to Starbucks.  When i arrived, I was fairly excited to see that only two cars were in the parking lot.  I headed in to see only one person at a table reading a newspaper.  My thought, sweeeet..full wifi for me.  But of course the wifi gods were around the corning laughing at me, because as soon as i sat down, about 7 people came in with there fkn laptops or tablets.  The only thing I could do was try to open a page and watch the little hourglass spin around..and around..and around.

You know what really just irritates me?  When it is freaking cold outside and people come out bundled up, while their kids are in shorts or sandals with no jacket. You ignorant shits, make sure your kids are clothed and warm before yourself.

The school that I work at is a therapeutic school, with kids that are autistic and or have behavioral issues. The ages range from 6 to 16.  When we first opened, I joked about playing Gangsta’s Paradise by Coolio as I walk down the hallways.  Anyways, these kids are a product of their environment.  I use that term lightly, because you can always change your way of thinking.  These kids have not only their family name against them,but also the system.  When you are 14 years old, you shouldn’t be tasked with having to raise your two little brothers and be expected to put food on the table.  This kids mother broke his jaw which he had to have wired shut, along with taking his SSI money and using it for drugs.  He is a sophomore that reads at a 3rd grade level, and his math skills are the same.  Unfortunately, this is not an isolated  problem with just one kid. This is happening to children across the United States.  I want to have some hope and think he will be able to overcome and be successful, but I think he might be too far in the system.  Again, I don’t blame these kids, I blame our government. Look at what the Department of Defense spent in FY2014, $501.73 billion..now look where else that could have went and we still could have had 355 billion left over.

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On a totally different subject, I wish Slipknot would go back to their IOWA days and bring back the metal that earned them fans..or maggots I should say.  Alright folks, I’m out.

Ps…. Spoiler Alert, Paul Walker dies in the 7th film.