ADHD Stew or The Weekend Wrap

My wife has become ever more vigilant of physical examples of my ADHD manifesting itself in an effort to cut down on the distractions presented to my older son. The goal, of course, is to give him more tools to be able to keep himself on task and my occasional ADHD-on-speed techno-awesomeness sometimes disrupts those plans.

Like this weekend where I had my laptop feeding internet football feeds into a picture in picture display on the main tv so I could track two games at once. By the way, Veetle is an outstanding resource for internet video feeds. The randomness is almost as awesome as the chance to catch movies that are still in the theatres (The Expendables and Salt have been on heavy rotation). Veetle is, basically, a video-re-broadcasting site. All of the feeds are set up by end users and the media is streamed from their machine. Whatever they feel like showing is what gets shown. And on Sundays there are always a couple of football feeds to grab.

Some People WANT To Step in Dogshit Apparently

There was a momentary scene over the weekend that's been kind of stuck in my brain since and I thought that maybe tapping it out into a blog post would excise it from my frontal lobe (or where ever persistent memories roost).

Victory and success!

My oldest son had his very first game of soccer ever this weekend. He's playing in a U8 league because he missed the U6 cut off by three days. So yeah, he's playing with boys who are generally quite a bit older and bigger than he is. But its all good, most of the players just chase the ball around and, every once in a while, the ball goes in the net. Fun for almost everyone.

Anyway, my wife, my youngest son and I were watching the soccer game but had noticed that some loser dog owner had walked his dog on the soccer field and then not picked up the sloppy ploppy after his dog crapped. So there was a rather liquidy poop just off the playing field.