Toys... I hate them, all of them... OK so that is a lie. I love toys and stuff but I like it to be put away more.
Lack of space... With having kids there is no sanctuary for my wife or I. I can't get dressed in the morning with out some one barging in. I can go to the bathroom without some one wandering in... I can't take a shower with out a 20 month old baging on the glass door. I really want my space back...
Patience... I have very little of it and my eldest has less than me. It's almost comical but when I am on my last nerve of the day he'll get a blast from me.
Kids shows... I hate them I hate that they repeat after only 4 hours. I lothe them they suck... there is no Looney Tunes it's all fricken ninja anime crap...
Lack of time... the weekend is just too frikken short... when is my time dammit...
OK so I am tired and cranky and well maybe I am a bit bitchy but these things do piss me off...
Monday, March 26, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Seems like I am king of the fooked up dreams...
OK so another weird dream from the man who has no dreams...
OK so I am some kind of boat maker, like custom crap right. Well OCC, yes Orange Country Choppers gets a hold of me and asks me to collaborate with Pauly to make a amphibious chopper. Like it's just totally unreal right? So anyway they are down at my shop where I make my boats and I have a prominent pro female angler in the shop (no idea who she was I don't even fish myself) so she brings her fishing boat in and it is all hacked up to hell and she says some psycho attacked her with two huge knives by the boat launch. Yeah I know the sensible thing would be to call the police right? It's a dream shaddap. So Pauly and I head out to the boat launch to get the security tapes and we check it and sure enough there is some weirdo sitting at the side of the road by the boat launch with his hands behind his back like he is hiding something. So we go to head up this path through a forest with security tapes in hand, you know cause we wouldn't want to take a freaking car or anything. So the forest is like wicked dark really heavy growth type deal and there is some gate at the top of the hill and it open and we are walking towards it. Well we hear a rustle in the bushes and Pauly pulls out this big assed gun, you now cause he's a crazy American and all. Turns out it is this really cute girl so Pauly starts mackin' on her, I'm all dude we gotta go and shit. Well doesn't he take a freakin knife in the chest from the psycho that was hiding right beside us nearly the whole time. Well cutie freaks out, I never get a real good look at psycho man cause he bolts and I am left with nothing to defend myself except the knife in Pauly's chest which I pull out. Then I calm freaked out chickie down and we are going to continue up the path but now the gate is closed and there is this little kid behind it, so both freaked out chickie and I are yelling at him to open the gate and run to the police station...
I woke up with quite a start to this one... freaked me out a little...
OK so I am some kind of boat maker, like custom crap right. Well OCC, yes Orange Country Choppers gets a hold of me and asks me to collaborate with Pauly to make a amphibious chopper. Like it's just totally unreal right? So anyway they are down at my shop where I make my boats and I have a prominent pro female angler in the shop (no idea who she was I don't even fish myself) so she brings her fishing boat in and it is all hacked up to hell and she says some psycho attacked her with two huge knives by the boat launch. Yeah I know the sensible thing would be to call the police right? It's a dream shaddap. So Pauly and I head out to the boat launch to get the security tapes and we check it and sure enough there is some weirdo sitting at the side of the road by the boat launch with his hands behind his back like he is hiding something. So we go to head up this path through a forest with security tapes in hand, you know cause we wouldn't want to take a freaking car or anything. So the forest is like wicked dark really heavy growth type deal and there is some gate at the top of the hill and it open and we are walking towards it. Well we hear a rustle in the bushes and Pauly pulls out this big assed gun, you now cause he's a crazy American and all. Turns out it is this really cute girl so Pauly starts mackin' on her, I'm all dude we gotta go and shit. Well doesn't he take a freakin knife in the chest from the psycho that was hiding right beside us nearly the whole time. Well cutie freaks out, I never get a real good look at psycho man cause he bolts and I am left with nothing to defend myself except the knife in Pauly's chest which I pull out. Then I calm freaked out chickie down and we are going to continue up the path but now the gate is closed and there is this little kid behind it, so both freaked out chickie and I are yelling at him to open the gate and run to the police station...
I woke up with quite a start to this one... freaked me out a little...
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Toys these days, really cool, but they SUCK!
OK one cool thing about having boys is I, as a father, get to "test" the merchandise out. Nothing better than hanging with your son in the toy store. Exclamations of "Dood, check this out!" permeate the air. I am sooooo not like other dads all stick up their ass wearing the black socks with their neatly pressed Dockers scarfing on their Starbucks frappacino half cafe double latte grande mocha latte cappuccino (OK in all honesty I don't know if that drink exists, but it wouldn't surprise me if it does...). Anyway on to my immature behaviour :D My son calls me Dad for the most part and it is a title I wear with pride... most days... unless I am getting checked out by some hotties at the mall then it kinda sucks because I am married with kids but it's still nice to get checked out. And those of you who know me, I do know when I am getting checked out, women are funny when they are checking out a guy. Actually the whole "courting" thing makes me laugh but that is a nother blog. OK back to toys... so anyway when me and the boy are out (he's 5 1/2) checking out the latest wares of Tonka or Hot Wheels he calls me "dood". I like it, it makes me feel like we are more than just father and son... like we are friends which I do hope to cultivate over the next years and well on into his adulthood. So anyway the reason for the trip to the toy store was two fold :D I want a toy too I want a Wii :D and the boy saw some schwag in the flyer that piqued his interest. He had eyes for the Lightning Storm McQueen car and some Tonka stuff and some Transformers (yea baby). I had Transformers as a kid so it was cool to see him take an interest in them... So we check out some Transformers and I talk to him and say well lets check out the Tonka stuff too, you need to make an informed decision of what you want. He couldn't afford the Lightning Storm McQueen soo that was out before we hit the store which he was cool with... oh yeah if you are wondering what I mean by he couldn't afford it, he has a job, he collects the garbage in the house and gets 2 bucks for it 1 of which he has to save and the other he gets to spend how ever he wishes... So he has saved his allowance for like seems like forever, and he's ready to get some schwag for his sweat now. He was all stoked about the Tonka trucks and yeah they are cool and all but I guess the shine sort of wore off them while he was in the store, he just wasn't stoked about them when he saw them. So off we go back to the Transformer display. He saw the motorcycle one and that was a must get and we got some mini ones and a drag racer one. So we we are checking them out and I am "dood check out this one" and he's like "dood this is a wicked one eh?" and on and on it goes. The wife and youngest are looking at us like we are from another planet... well you know what she has a vagina what does she know of Transformers and the youngest is just too damn young to get it. Anyway as we are checking them out I asked him if he wanted bad guys or good guys, ya know Decepticons and Autobots. Well the look on his face, it was priceless, he now had to choose based on good and evil alignments. Well he went with a full Autobot alignment.
So we get checked out and head home. He gets rooked because it's bed time so he can't play, I tell him I'll have them all set up for him for tomorrow, yeah I am a good dad like that. So as I am "transforming" them I see that every piece of them is made of plastic. I am thinking back to when I had Transformers I know they were metal sure they had some plastic parts but the majority of them was di-cast. I found it really disappointing, like it can't cost that much more to make them in di-cast, can it? So I mention it to the woman in our lives and she recalls her brother having di-cast Transformers too... so my suspicions are confirmed. So come on Hasbro get your collective asses in gear and get some good high quality toys out there stop with the cheap assed plastic shit, make some good father and son quality toys and stop yanking your pud.
So we get checked out and head home. He gets rooked because it's bed time so he can't play, I tell him I'll have them all set up for him for tomorrow, yeah I am a good dad like that. So as I am "transforming" them I see that every piece of them is made of plastic. I am thinking back to when I had Transformers I know they were metal sure they had some plastic parts but the majority of them was di-cast. I found it really disappointing, like it can't cost that much more to make them in di-cast, can it? So I mention it to the woman in our lives and she recalls her brother having di-cast Transformers too... so my suspicions are confirmed. So come on Hasbro get your collective asses in gear and get some good high quality toys out there stop with the cheap assed plastic shit, make some good father and son quality toys and stop yanking your pud.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
No more chips and dip just before bed...
OK so I am not one to remember dreams at all... ever.
So I wake up early this morning from a really weird dream, like really weird. I went over to a friends place to visit them. He had a bunch of people over playing XBox 360 and another one of my friends was hanging in his room watching TV, so I went in to talk with him about life the universe and what have you. Well a few minutes roll by and I am engrossed in the movie he is watching so I stay there for a bit and he bails for one reason or another. Then this asian hottie wheels into his room and sits down on the bed beside me, I go to get up and she plants a kiss on me and pushes me back down on the bed. I see of all people and online friend looking through the door at us. I finally pushed her, the girl kissing me, off of me. I looks down and I see I am missing a sock and my shirt is untucked. So anyway I find my sock under the bed how it got there is a mystery tuck in my shirt and I head out to where everyone is. Well My Godmother lays into me about infidelity and crap like that well that jsut pisses me off and I yell at her about talking about what she doesn't know. I pretty much get all pissed off with everyone there because they all think I am some cheating prick. So I bail and head home with the intention of telling Dianna what happened.
Geez and people wonder why I don't go anywhere without my wife...
Anyone want to analyze that?
So I wake up early this morning from a really weird dream, like really weird. I went over to a friends place to visit them. He had a bunch of people over playing XBox 360 and another one of my friends was hanging in his room watching TV, so I went in to talk with him about life the universe and what have you. Well a few minutes roll by and I am engrossed in the movie he is watching so I stay there for a bit and he bails for one reason or another. Then this asian hottie wheels into his room and sits down on the bed beside me, I go to get up and she plants a kiss on me and pushes me back down on the bed. I see of all people and online friend looking through the door at us. I finally pushed her, the girl kissing me, off of me. I looks down and I see I am missing a sock and my shirt is untucked. So anyway I find my sock under the bed how it got there is a mystery tuck in my shirt and I head out to where everyone is. Well My Godmother lays into me about infidelity and crap like that well that jsut pisses me off and I yell at her about talking about what she doesn't know. I pretty much get all pissed off with everyone there because they all think I am some cheating prick. So I bail and head home with the intention of telling Dianna what happened.
Geez and people wonder why I don't go anywhere without my wife...
Anyone want to analyze that?
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Is the grass greener?
Late night discussions with friends always end up sparking some kind of thoughts in me. I am very happy in my marriage and I am usually very proactive with any issues that may arise within it. I am very open with my thoughts and feelings with my wife and I am very open with all the goings on of my online life with her. She's not a 'net junkie like I am but I share pretty much everything with her. She knows who my online friends are and will often sit beside me and read while I engage in a chat with one or more of my friends.
Anyway a discussion with one friend lead to the topic of the "newness" of a relationship, you know the giddiness of finding the special someone. The anticipation of their phone call. The way the sound of their voice makes your heart soar with delight. That ever so crucial first kiss, I don't mean the kiss goodnight on a first date, that first spontaneous kiss that shoots fireworks through your mind, the kiss that all but debilitates your ability to stand upright.
It's funny we go through the whole dating rituals and what have you to find the perfect mate and we, well at least I, have the thoughts of missing "the chase". Don't take my thoughts the wrong way I love my wife and I love my home life and wouldn't want to change that. It's just that sometimes, and I am sure it happens to plenty of people, that you miss the fire, passion and lust of a new relationship. I mean you see the same person naked day in and day out. You see them at their worst and as time goes on it seems like their worst is the best they get. I guess it all comes down to comfort levels and as you live together longer and longer the comfort levels get greater and greater and you show your spouse more and more of the "living at home" you. I know I am guilty of it and so is my wife.
Then thinking further down the road I am left with thoughts of "what ifs". What if my marriage did fail would I even bother to find another mate? Would they be just a girlfriend or would marriage come into play again? Would I be inclined to even let someone in my life again? Would they be willing to even come in with all the idiosyncrasies I have developed over the years? Would they be as accepting as my wife is now? Would they tolerate my external relationships? Would they be as trusting?
So although my lawn has some weeds and isn't as green as some, it's still soft enough for me to lie on and bask in the glow of the love of my wife. I just need to remember to fertilize it regularly and maybe teach her to do the same...
Anyway a discussion with one friend lead to the topic of the "newness" of a relationship, you know the giddiness of finding the special someone. The anticipation of their phone call. The way the sound of their voice makes your heart soar with delight. That ever so crucial first kiss, I don't mean the kiss goodnight on a first date, that first spontaneous kiss that shoots fireworks through your mind, the kiss that all but debilitates your ability to stand upright.
It's funny we go through the whole dating rituals and what have you to find the perfect mate and we, well at least I, have the thoughts of missing "the chase". Don't take my thoughts the wrong way I love my wife and I love my home life and wouldn't want to change that. It's just that sometimes, and I am sure it happens to plenty of people, that you miss the fire, passion and lust of a new relationship. I mean you see the same person naked day in and day out. You see them at their worst and as time goes on it seems like their worst is the best they get. I guess it all comes down to comfort levels and as you live together longer and longer the comfort levels get greater and greater and you show your spouse more and more of the "living at home" you. I know I am guilty of it and so is my wife.
Then thinking further down the road I am left with thoughts of "what ifs". What if my marriage did fail would I even bother to find another mate? Would they be just a girlfriend or would marriage come into play again? Would I be inclined to even let someone in my life again? Would they be willing to even come in with all the idiosyncrasies I have developed over the years? Would they be as accepting as my wife is now? Would they tolerate my external relationships? Would they be as trusting?
So although my lawn has some weeds and isn't as green as some, it's still soft enough for me to lie on and bask in the glow of the love of my wife. I just need to remember to fertilize it regularly and maybe teach her to do the same...
Monday, March 05, 2007
Vomit....
Such a lovely word...
It really is...
My poor little guy is suffering bad. He's got some kind of stomache bug and it's been with him for nearly 2 days now. He was sick all day Sunday and just listless. He threw up twice, which means Dianna and I had to clean it up twice. It breaks my heart to see him lie on a couch for an entire day when I know that is not how he is. He perked up about 7pm yesterday when he saw the youngest and me playing, so he joined in the fun. He hasn't been sleeping well either, he gets up really early and will climb in to bed with me and will attempt to snuggle for about 30 minutes or so then wants to watch TV.
So today rolls around and he feels OK and eats an OK breakfast by his standards. So off to school we go. Well we stopped for lunch and all he'll touch is the pop. No appetite... So he seemed OK no puking or anything so that's a plus over yesterday. Anyway we took off from the office early and he's taking a nap on the couch right now, so I know he isn't feeling well. Took his temp and he's running a low grade fever 100 which is pretty high for him because normal temperature for him is about 96-97.
Anyway I'll let him sleep and see how he is in about an hour or so.
It really is...
My poor little guy is suffering bad. He's got some kind of stomache bug and it's been with him for nearly 2 days now. He was sick all day Sunday and just listless. He threw up twice, which means Dianna and I had to clean it up twice. It breaks my heart to see him lie on a couch for an entire day when I know that is not how he is. He perked up about 7pm yesterday when he saw the youngest and me playing, so he joined in the fun. He hasn't been sleeping well either, he gets up really early and will climb in to bed with me and will attempt to snuggle for about 30 minutes or so then wants to watch TV.
So today rolls around and he feels OK and eats an OK breakfast by his standards. So off to school we go. Well we stopped for lunch and all he'll touch is the pop. No appetite... So he seemed OK no puking or anything so that's a plus over yesterday. Anyway we took off from the office early and he's taking a nap on the couch right now, so I know he isn't feeling well. Took his temp and he's running a low grade fever 100 which is pretty high for him because normal temperature for him is about 96-97.
Anyway I'll let him sleep and see how he is in about an hour or so.
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