The Proposal....Part 2

The account, the night of....

nybunchz says:

you were in a tux?

Almonds says:

yeah

I don't wear bow ties for "just cause"

I changed when we were getting ready for presents

hnybunchz says:

k

Almonds says:

I excused myself to use the restroom

lol

hnybunchz says:

and

Almonds says:

and.....

?

lol

ok....so when she was all WTF, i walked up to her, in front of everyone....

.....pulled the ring out of my pocket, got down on one knee, and said....

hnybunchz says:

everyone didn't know right?

Almonds says:

correct

one sec

hnybunchz says:

k

Almonds says:

..."it would be the greatest gift in the world if you would do me the honor of being my wife"....sorry had to ask her exactly what I said

that is when she got watery eyed

hnybunchz says:

and she said "yes" rite?

lol

Almonds says:

...no....first she got weak kneed, cause she ended up kneeling in down too

hnybunchz says:

what>?

Almonds says:

lol

hnybunchz says:

was she alright?

Almonds says:

then after a few seconds she was like "what kind of a question is that"

yeah, she was fine

hnybunchz says:

what? really? lol

oh good.

Almonds says:

lol....she was like "if you don't already know the answer, I don't know what to do with you"

hnybunchz says:

oh wow...LOL

is that really what she said?

LOL

Almonds says:

yeah

hnybunchz says:

oh...

Almonds says:

she said it quietly.....

hnybunchz says:

LOL

Almonds says:

I think I was the only one who heard it

lol

hnybunchz says:

lol

so she said "yes" for everyone else though rite?

Almonds says:

yeah

hnybunchz says:

oh good

LOL

Almonds says:

I was like "but everyone else doesn't know"

hnybunchz says:

what?

Almonds says:

so she was like, out loud "yes, of course I'll marry you"

hnybunchz says:

ah, i see

The Proposal.....3 years later

My wife and I have a longtime friendly game of oneupmanship going on.  Ever since we were starting out as friends.
She got us tickets for a local play> I fly her halfway across the country to see one of her favorite artists (Billy Joel) in concert. Of course, that was back when we were both making 6 figures a year, and could afford to do thing like that, lol!
She used to attend a LOT of large events for work, to the point where she had a spending allowance for dresses and shit...  I'd go with her sometimes, and ended up acquiring myself a tuxedo (yay!)
She'd always give me crap, cause I was the only guy she knew that loved any excuse to dress up and look sharp. (Hey, can't fight it if you look damn good in a tux!)
Anywho....back to the oneupmanship!
We had known each other a year by the time we started dating in Feb 2009.  And by April, I was buying the ring.  That was right before a little birdie (aka my awesome next door neighbor) let it slip that Wife was planning a surprise party for me.  Using my own people and apartment against me.....clever girl.....
I milked the guilty traitor for all the information she had, and told her not to tell Wife that I knew.

Then I started my scheming!
"Hmm....got this ring already....and I would *definitely* remember the date if it was on my birthday!"

Things went off without a hitch! *success...*fist-pump**

Wife, the ever coordinated event planner, had her schedule in motion, we went out for lunch that day, did some shopping, and were going back to my place for "dinner"

:O "A party?  For me????"  :O  :D

*unsuspecting Wife*

When Wife told me it was about time to open presents (YAY!!!!!....my favorite part, aside from cake!  ....don't judge me!)
I told her I needed to use the latrine right quick, and went off to change.  Roommate and Neighbor were, at this point, both in on it, and Roommate was videotaping "the party"
They kept Wife occupied while I changed (since it takes slightly more than 2 minutes to change into a tux!)

Then some sappy stuff happened, and now we are married....
THE END!

:)

A Good Week

I wanted to take the time to congratulate my soldiers, and the other soldiers in the unit, on a job well done.
They have all earned their combat patches, and today's ceremony was befitting of the event.
I also want to thank the Colonel for taking the time to patch the medics who were covering the ceremony, and could not be in the formation.  It meant a lot to them that he took that time to give a first-time deployer their proud moment, as well as the other medics who were on tasking.

I also appreciate the recognition, by or mission Colonel, in that I was unaware I was being requested, by name, for missions.  It is those moments that make our lives a little better.

And, also being able to teach the new medics has been a rewarding experience.  We have some new NG medics, who don't work medical in their civilian jobs, and we have had the pleasure of taking under our wings.  Not only is it nice to have a little more testosterone in the AS, its great that they are ready and eager to learn anything we have to teach.

I want to show my appreciation for making my birthday dinner a Section (and anyone else who wants to attend) event.  It will be one of the last times a majority of us are together, as I leave for a long mission the day after.  Another year older, another year wiser, I hope...

I would also like to thank SSG P for inviting me to help mentor young soldiers, in preparation for the Board.  We now have several medics hoping to attain their Promotable, "P-status" in the next several months.  Having been an NCO, albeit a young one (CPL), I only hope I can give them the knowledge and reassurance they need for a confident presentation.

My Dads

I have been accused of making my family look perfect.  Making my life a "dream".
In reality, I just try to forget the less-than-pleasant experiences that were part of my molding.
Dwelling on the negative things in life accomplish nothing, so why tire myself out reliving things?

My birth father, overall, was a good person.  He had his demons, as anyone does, but he fought them all my life. He struggled daily to stay on top of his disease, and he took a lot of blows in the process.  He was rejected by plenty, for his demons, through no fault of his own.  He caged his demons, with strong medications, that changed who he was, but he accepted that change, and he relearned who he was, and he came to almost thrive in his new being.  He fought, tooth and nail, against prejudice and discrimination, to be a good person, and good citizen.
There were times when he had to chose between feeding himself or medicating himself, and mostly, he chose medicating, except when my hunger was at stake.  At those times, his other side, his darker side, showed through.  And each time that happened, it was a struggle for him to return his control, and go back.  He  didn't need to explain much, I saw enough to kind of figure it out.  But it wasn't until his final months that I finally had a name for his demons.
My father was a Bipolar Schizophrenic.  By the time I came into his world, he had almost 2 decades of war raging within.  He had been diagnosed in college, and subsequently dropped out.  In those days, mental illness made you a social pariah.  His family was of the belief that drugs (not the legal kind) were the answer to his issues.  Several months later he was arrested for almost killing someone.  Paranoid delusions and a drug trip in a bad combination.
He was entered into a program, and subsequently put on medications that would define his life.
Being of above-average intelligence, he knew these medications were the answer, even if he was a completely different person, he was willing to accept that to pacify his mind.
He met my birth mother, a "reformed" thief and pathological liar, in a program years later.
She was a believer in recreational drugs, and thought him odd to never indulge in the play.
She preferred him off his meds, and thought him a boring specimen when medicated.  After several attempts take away his meds, they had a violent argument, and it was about that time that she decided to leave the "damaged goods" (including my brother and I) and go find a better life.
Ironically enough, my biological brother ended up being diagnosed with a Muscular Distrophy (BMD).... as did one of my half siblings, from her second family.  So much for being "perfect"

My dad (my adoptive father) has his share of demons too.  He is an alcoholic.  I am also an alcoholic, but I've learned from it, and can drink responsibly, and also only drink when I'm with my wife or family.
My parents have been in a strained relationship for years.  My dad has started hanging out with folks that also drink, instead of going back home right after work.  His opinion on the matter is having worked all his life, he deserves to enjoy himself.  He is getting older, not able to work like he used to, after a back injury several years ago that almost required emergency surgery.  He has a devastating family history of Alzheimers and Dementia.  He's trying to "enjoy" his time.
He is the son of alcoholics.  His father was a violent alcoholic, his mother an alcoholic to drown out the troubles in her marriage.  My dad isn't a violent alcoholic, though he has had outbursts several times.  He knows its better to take anger out on objects, rather than people, though.
He is what I would call a functioning alcoholic.  He goes to work M-F, sober.  He doesn't drink before noon on weekends either.  We came to an understanding, last time I was home, that he would not drive home after driving, and he has been good about that.  He'll either drive home after work and be picked up, or will walk (about a mile).
He is an adult.  I know I can't control what he does or doesn't do, but I can try.
I know that when I'm home, he drinks less, if at all.  I feel some guilt for not being able to be home, at that.  When I (or my sister/BIL) are home, we are usually working on some project, and he seems to enjoy things, keeping his mind off the drinking.
His drinking is more a substitute for socialization than anything else.
Wife and I have talked about bringing him out to live with us, but until my parents divorce and my mom does what she will do, I feel better knowing that neither of them is living on the farm alone....

The Philosophy of God

Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son ?

Student : Yes, sir.

Professor: So, you believe in GOD ?

Student : Absolutely, sir.

Professor : Is GOD good ?

Student : Sure.

Professor: Is GOD all powerful ?

Student : Yes.

Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?

(Student was silent.)

Professor: You can’t answer, can you ? Let’s start again, young fella. Is GOD good?

Student : Yes.

Professor: Is satan good ?

Student : No.

Professor: Where does satan come from ?

Student : From … GOD …

Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?

Student : Yes.

Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?

Student : Yes.

Professor: So who created evil ?

(Student did not answer.)

Professor: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?

Student : Yes, sir.

Professor: So, who created them ?

(Student had no answer.)

Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son, have you ever seen GOD?

Student : No, sir.

Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?

Student : No , sir.

Professor: Have you ever felt your GOD, tasted your GOD, smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any sensory perception of GOD for that matter?

Student : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.

Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?

Student : Yes.

Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?

Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.

Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem Science has.

Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?

Professor: Yes.

Student : And is there such a thing as cold?

Professor: Yes.

Student : No, sir. There isn’t.

(The lecture theater became very quiet with this turn of events.)

Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.

(There was pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)

Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?

Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?

Student : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, well you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?

Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man ?

Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.

Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how?

Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good GOD and a bad GOD. You are viewing the concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.

Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?

Professor: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.

Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?

(The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going.)

Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor. Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?

(The class was in uproar.)

Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?

(The class broke out into laughter. )

Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?

(The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable.)

Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.

Student : That is it sir … Exactly ! The link between man & GOD is FAITH. That is all that keeps things alive and moving.

P.S.

I believe you have enjoyed the conversation. And if so, you’ll probably want your friends / colleagues to enjoy the same, won’t you?

The "What if"s

I asked this question:
 

LEGIT QUESTION: if you could change one thing in your life, without anything else changing, what would it be?

   

It didn't actually come out of nowhere, like most of my questions.....

I got a FB message, and friend request from someone today.

Someone who I haven't seen in about 10 years, 4 months, and 16 days.

When Shanna became pregnant, we ended up in a group for young parents.  Most of them were also students at our school.  This girl, Kristen, was due about the same time as us, so she and Shanna ended up getting close.

Within one month of each other, two baby girls were born.  That would have sealed the fate of BFFs, had events unfolded differently.

Because I am a facebook stalker, after I accepted her friend request, we started chatting, and I went snooping through pictures (YES, I even do it with those of you who haven't made your profiles into Ft Knox)

I guess my curiosity was moving faster than my mind, because I clicked on her mobile uploads, and was bombarded with pictures of a 10 year old little girl.

Alyssa is 5' flat, with long brunette hair.  Shes an Honor Roll 4th grader, who doesn't like English class, but excels in math.  She is into competitive jazz dancing (?) and has enjoyed parts in several school plays.

She is outgoing, creative, funny, and smart.  She plays soccer, and hangs out at the park with her friends.

She loves the Jonas Brothers (tolerable) and Justin Beiber (not so much)

She thinks the beach is the greatest place in the world.

Shes loves decorating the sidewalk with colorful chalk designs, and wants to be a designer when she grows up.

Got me thinking (more in depth than usually) how Victoria would be today, had things turned out differently.

As a toddler

At school

Spending spring break at the beach

Her 10th Birthday

Stuff that I would do...

Friends for halloween

Her and her little sister

Photos shared with permission

Its hard to know/imagine what She would be like today.  Would she like the same things Alyssa likes?

Would she be like me?  Would she be like her mother?

What did he ever do to you?

I seem to be constantly saying this to people.
I'm not one to say I rely on Karma, but I am not one to test forces of nature to prove existence/nonexistence to my detriment.
I am a believer in not hurting others who have not brought it upon themselves.
I have taken a life before, but I sure as hell earned the need, with two bullet wounds as permanent reminders.

Being in a war zone, I think my sense of life-preservation is warranted.  Don't need to tip the balance of "luck" to the other team.
I get crap from the guys I work with, for my believes, I've explained them, and they, on some level, understand it, but its the going out of my way that they don't always "get", or appreciate.

Earlier this week I was mopping the treatment room, when I accidentally hit a moth with the mop, and it got stuck on the wet floor.  It wasn't broken or dying, it was just stuck.    Two people told me to just kill it (not bug fans).  "Why?"  If anything, it was my fault it was in its current state.

I grabbed some paper, and walked on the wet floors to collect him.  I gently scooped him up, and brought him outside, finding him a spot where he wouldn't get trampled or squashed as he dried out.

A few weeks ago, we were in the supply tent, doing inventory.
This little beetle-looking bug kept freaking crawling at my AO.  I accidentally hit him with one of the tourniquets I was pouring out, before I noticed he was there.  I think I broke off one of his legs. :(
I'm not a fan of bugs, in the least bit, but I got him on my notebook, and found a spot outside to set him free.

Getting ready for deployment, we were getting rid of a bunch of expired meds, a lot of vials.
I found a Daddy Long-Leg in the box, and took him out so he wouldn't get squished as we moved stuff around.
I put him under the desk, thinking he'd be safe.
He crawled back out, just as SPC EK dropped one of the vials off the desk.
DLL didn't get hit by the vial, but he took shrapnel, and died about 10 seconds later.  I felt really bad.... I should have taken him outside, or to the back room.


I am a big believer in not harming those who haven't harmed you (black widows, wolfe spiders and such are all excluded from the humane-treatment clause).  I am a big believer in not letting others (humans, animals, bugs) suffer.  Yes, I grew up on a farm, and hunted.  Still do on occasion.  But if I shoot an animal, I go for the quick and least painful shot.  I do my best to not create suffering.
And I hope by doing so, I will be rewarded a painless death, in the distant future, of course.


Folks question my handling of the subject.  Yes, it does usually take time out of my time to save something....
but those creatures have never done me harm, why would I do them harm for innocent coexistence in the same space?  It is not their fault I am bigger than they are, and stronger than they are.

 With great strength comes great responsibility



Not abusing that power against defenseless creatures is part of the deal.  And that is what separates the devils and saints of the world.
We as a population already have a superiority complex, and no one really needs me to feed into it as most others already do.
I will take my humanity and swim against the current.  It may not be the easy way, but it is the moral thing to do.


And as I tell those who question me: "Would you rather have someone who values life treat you, or someone who doesn't flinch at taking a life?"
Because all life, big or small, is important to respect, and honor.

The Secret World of Miscarriages.

I've talked about the loss of my daughter, when she was almost 6mo of age, but I haven't done more than touched on the losses my wife and I have experienced.  Its a much rawer subject.  Our last miscarriage was just last summer.  The final loss in a series of 5, and the last chapter in a story that almost destroyed my wife and me.

Our first loss was at 10wk 5d.  We didn't even know Wife was pregnant until she was losing the baby, as she was breastfeeding the twins, and had yet to get her cycle back.
There were a lot of "What if"s surrounding that loss.  A lot of questioning about what she/we could have done differently if we had known, and whether that could have changed the outcome.  We were far from being prepared for another child, as the twins would have barely been 14mo by the time the baby would have been born, but we would have handled it.  We got barely a moment to think of what could have been.
That baby would have just turned one, a month or two ago.
The first loss hit us especially hard, and it took 3mo before we even breached the subject of another kid again.  We'd both gotten the itch, but the wounds were still very fresh.  We decided to try again.

With our second miscarriage, we were caught completely off-guard.  Statistics say 1 in 4.  We saw the little sac, and we had all our eggs in one basket.  I think every parent, at this blissful stage, has their child's life planned out/visualized before they even make it out of the office, and we weren't any different.
Because of the fallout of the first miscarriage, we decided to wait until 12wks to announce our expecting.... We never got that far....
Two of our losses, considered "chemical pregnancies", followed right after.  And even with the different label, it didn't change a damn thing.  The pain, depression, heartache, and self-doubt were just as real.
The last loss was the straw that almost broke the camel's back.
We were going to the commissary, and it was raining.  Wife dropped me and the kids off up front and went to park.  She got hit by a speeding car, totaling the van, and ending up with her in the hospital with a fractured wrist, cuts and bruises, and a concussion.  They did blood tests when she was admitted, and her HCG levels where present.  The next day, they were about the same, but the spotting had started.
They said that it had nothing to do with the car accident, that it was just a coincidence.

They did a bunch of tests, and we finally figured out the problem (related to the first miscarriage) and they fixed it.

Even still, the feelings: depression, rage, guilt, complete sorrow; that are experienced with a miscarriage don't just go away because an answer has been found.  You reanalyze EVERYTHING.  You question every action, asking yourself (and God) "why?", and wondering if that action contributed to your loss.
Was it the tea/coffee?
Was it the exercise?
Was it the sex?
Was it the boxes you carried?
Was it picking up your kid?
Was it the stress at work?
Should I have gotten more sleep?
Stayed off my feet?
Was it that glass of wine before I knew?
Was it that second hand smoke?
What did I do to deserve this?


And the worse part is never knowing the cause, in most cases.



Each of the 5 babies, possibilities, we lost had a possible future.  Each one of them had the possibility to be our take-home baby.  Any of them could have been born healthy, beautiful.....the younger sibling to our twins, born into a loving home, with parents who would have cherished every moment.  Each one had a possible future: school teacher, lawyer, doctor, athlete, SAHM/SAHD, soldier/sailor/marine, minister, cop, nurse, accountant, writer, computer programmer.  They could have been anything, and we would have been proud of them no matter what.  Each of those babies had the possibility to love the world, and those in it.  They had the possibilities to have families of their own some day.  The possibilities to be quirky and weird, funny and creative, smart and crazy.
And those possibilities were snuffed out, in the early dawn of their promising lives...


Never being to hold your child (early losses), and being able to say goodbye, properly.

Those friends/family members/strangers who don't understand that the loss of a child, at ANY STAGE OF LIFE, is the loss of a child.  Its a loss.  And losses need to be grieved, in their own time, without any useless and hurtful opinions from third party people who have been fortunate enough to never lose a child.



If you have ever gotten that "+" or "||" and never gotten to see your child's heartbeat...
If you have ever seen your child's heartbeat, and never gotten to hold that child...
If you've ever given birth, and never got to hear your child gasp its first breath....
If you've ever given birth, and never got to bring that child home...
If you've ever brought your child home, but will never get to see it grow up...
and...
If you may never get the opportunity to have a child of your own blood, in your arms, healthy and happy....



.... This was written for you, in hopes that those who've never been in your shoes reflect on that, and hug their kids a little tighter tonight.

Easter

Today has been a good day here in Afghanistan *knocks on wood*
Mild weather, good missions, and everyone is relatively uninjured (just some cuts, bruises, and missing fingernails).
I got back late last night, and went to work on my eggs.  I spent a lot of the time also chatting with Wife, and it was nice to have that opportunity, since our schedules usually conflict this past month, and we've only been getting short phone calls and mini skype sessions.
Decorated all my eggs (will post some pictures) and had some quiet time with Wife, since my roommate is out of town.  We talked about my mission last night, and how we were literally 100m from the base of the mountains visible from KAF.  They pointed out an area nearby which is notorious for being where rockets are fired at KAF from.  It was an amazing view of the mountains, and of the land stretching across the horizon, lit up by lights in the dark hour.
Also talked about the judgement that was passed on my soldiers, and how fortunate we all are.
We talked about the kids: Teenager is busy with her Varsity Soccer team, and finishing up her senior projects.  She and Wife leave on the 10th (shes on spring break) for her college orientation from the 10th-14th.  Then they are going to meet up with some of Wife's college buddies up in DC, for the 14th through the 15th, which Wife is looking forward to, and Teenager is looking forward to seeing my cousins up there.
Twins will be hanging with Nana and their uncles for the week, which they are excited about.  BIL1 is light on his teaching schedule, and BIL2 is on spring break as well.
Morning is just starting for you folks back in the US.
Wife got the twins up, out of bed, and dressed in time for church.  In fact, she even had time to take a couple of pics with the Easter baskets my parents sent.
Teenager had a late night last night, and so she decided not to go to church, but promised to wake up and help BIL2 hide all the Easter eggs.  The twins have 5 friends coming over after church (their deployment play group) to help them hunt down all the eggs.  BIL1 and Nana are making Easter brunch for the parents (3 moms, 2 dads are accompanying the kiddos), so that everyone can enjoy a nice "family" Easter.


At work, we were cleaning for most of the day.  I brought a 3lb bag of Hershey/Reeces Easter candy.  I made eggs with our unit patch for the Commander and SGM, made a Passover egg for our Jewish NCO, and brought in the rest of the eggs for everyone.  Also brought in a cinnamon streussel cake from my mission, and one of my soldiers brought in a chocolate cappuccino cake (what evilness....tainting chocolate!!!)
When were were done with patient care, we finally sat, relaxed, and enjoyed our treats!  It was nice, as our section is finally mending the wounds that had torn us apart.  We ended up all leaving the office like 2 hours late.
My soldier just asked if we all wanted to go to dinner, so I'm going to wrap it up.  The stress is finally starting to lift, and it is nice to all be able to hang out together and eat meals together again.  This is what deployment is about.  With being away from our families, it is amazing when we are able to pull together as a surrogate family, and make the holidays a great experience for each other, even when we can't be with our families.
Hope you all are enjoying the day with family and/or friends.  It is important to celebrate the relationships you've cultivated, and the people you get to spend time with!

Why I think hyperactivity is on the rise

To start: I know that some kids are genuine (metabolic/neurologic/etc) energizer bunnies.

I just think the rise of "ADHD" and "ADD" kids is the result of a country where obesity and laziness are practically encouraged, while sports and afterschool programs suffer budget cuts, and from the stupidity of a Win-oriented society.

Parents are unwilling/unable to make time in their "busy" schedules to let their kids run free/learn some teamwork 2 times a week, and every saturday morning, for an hour.  Kids are cooped up indoors, sitting around playing video games (or pretending to do homework) for hours each night, with no positive energy release!  Of course they are going to appear hyperactive as a monkey on speed!!!
I am ADHD....yeah, goes with my Aspergers.
I played soccer, ran track, and swam competitively during my childhood.
I wasn't the best at track, or swimming, but it was okay, because the focus was fun, not winning!
During the summer, I woke up at 8am every morning and went to swim practice, and had swim meets twice a week.  And when my parents couldn't drive me, we had the other parents in the carpool to do it! (I lived several miles from my community pool....let alone another community's pool).
Me and my BFF, Rocket, and my sister would ride our bikes to swim practice every day, do an hour and a half of that, and then either dick around for an hour and a half (during morning adult swim) and spend the rest of the day at the pool......or we'd get home (to my house) and help in the garden, or go off playing in the woods.

My ADHD was a lot more manageable back then.
During the school year (I was away at school after 9) I'd play soccer on the school team, and run cross country/track.  We still had recess, after which we would return to class winded, and energy controlled.
I was outside at least an hour a day, sometimes 4-5 hours, and we were always running around and expending energy.

Kids are balls of energy, you don't harness that, and YES, you will be screwed!

I used to coach and referee youth soccer (6 and 7yos).  My final season, 7 out of the 10 kids on my team were diagnosed "ADHD".
Only one of them truly (IMHO) had ADHD.  I kept practices fun and kept them moving, and they were engaged.  The one kid, I could have him chase the ball the entire hour, and he'd still be all over the place, babbling on, picking flowers, bringing up random info, etc.  Several parents even admitted they had noticed a HUGE change in their kid's hyperactivity with 2 1-hour practices a week, and a 1-hour game on Saturday mornings.  They said that their kids were a lot more manageable on weekends that started out with a soccer game.
And best of all: even though we lost all but one game that season (no one officially kept score), everyone had fun, and grew from the experience.  They learned some patience, teamwork, social skills (even the set of twins that had been glued at the hip to start would socialize without each other), and the importance of good sportsmanship.
I kicked one of the dads off the sideline once, because he yelled at his 6yo to "get up, and suck it up" after he'd been pegged in the stomach by the ball (team didn't have subs, and game had 30sec left).  I let them enjoy being kids, and I enjoyed the lack of profanity and hostility (present in the older age groups)

My mission

My masterpiece!!!

...If only I'd had one more small package

Art

He has a little weenie between his legs...heehee

dirt

During our class I download

my bed the first night

He has one of those animal pillow things....

We were literally RIGHT ON the airfield...oops

Time to get up....forreals!

kinda mean....

The light at the end of the tunnel: CHOW! :D  BEN AND JERRY's

AND PLUMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

Fixing up a soldier

two birdies!

My favorite MEDEVAC picture!

working on pissing off the A-A guys walking by

The dust hit us about 8 seconds later....ptt-toohy!