Archive for February, 2006



24
Feb

Reason number 8,053,274 that my wife rules

Never underestimate a good sense of humor.

Last night, for no particular reason, I was sitting in the la-z-boy, holding the baby and watching the women’s gold medal curling match between Sweden and Switzerland.

Well, I wasn’t holding the baby for no reason. I was watching women’s curling for no reason. I was holding the baby because she was fussy for a few minutes.

Anyway, I’m watching, and if you’ve seen it, you know that once the stone-pushing player lets go of the stone, either that person or the person at the other end of the shuffleboard court starts yelling and screaming “SWEEP!” or “SWEEP LEFT!!” or “SWEEP RIGHT!!” or “FASTER!!” or “SLOWER!!!” or “MAN, YOU’VE GOT A GREAT RACK!!”

Alright, I made the last one up. But the rest is true and it’s entertaining.

Unless you’re watching the Swedes and the Swiss. Because I don’t speak German or Swedish, so I have no idea what they’re yelling about at all.

After about 15 minutes of this, my wife walks into the den like she’s coming to check on the baby, and proceeds to scream “BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!”

Then she said “They were shouting nonsense, so I figured I should too.” She then laughed and headed for the kitchen.

You need that kind of funny in your life. Or at least I do…

24
Feb

You know what they say about the best laid plans

After last weekend’s wood floor snow angel effort and booty calls to our possibly ex-friend Andy, i had decided to take a month or two off from drinking.

Not really because of that, mind you. More for the simple fact that I’m convinced I could drop ten pounds in two months by doing what I’m doing now and simply not drinking. The simple math bears that out, although I’m not about to reveal that delicate equation here for you, my faceless readers.

Anyway, I was going along having a great time not drinking, even forgoing the usual after work, pre-dinner cold beer with the across the street in-laws.

But then I realized something.

Today is Heather’s birthday.

That may not matter to you, but I don’t want to be a stick in the mud for her birthday. Also, her peer pressure tactics are very convincing. She even thought of a better idea: quitting drinking in March.

“But not March 1st,” she said. “That’s uncle Todd’s birthday. So maybe you should just plan on quitting the Monday AFTER the weekend following his birthday.”

See? It’s logic like that that leaves lesser men homeless and living in a refrigerator box. But I can handle it. I’ll just plan on not having any more replays of Friday night. The local businessmen and their families simply don’t need that during tax season…

Happy Friday everybody!!

24
Feb

I forgot to update you

Our last two nights have resulted in miniature ninja visits to my side of the bed, complete with horror stories about “bad dweams” or some red spots in her eyes. (You try explaining why you can see light thru your eyelids because they’re filled with a thin layer of blood).

Wednesday night, this occurred around 3am. Last night, my visit was around 11:30 or so. I was so completely out of it and asleep that I failed to get the exact time.

On the upside, Sophia ate around 8pm and didn’t awaken until two something for a refill.

Good stuff…

23
Feb

Like Journey used to say

Yesterday was a good day…

After a week of wrangling, hand wringing, swearing, barking at the moon, migraine headaches, poor sleep, and a general crabbiness right beneath the surface, we finally won our battle of car payment chicken.

The best part was when the HSD (head sales dick for those of you that haven’t back-read yet) handed the wife and I each a business card (his obviously) and then headed out to talk with “The Cliche.”

The wife then held the card down in the general direction of urchin 2.0’s poop chute and said “here baby…crap on this, would ya?”

And the second after she said that, Sophia was making fists, turning red in the face and making that “it’s really time to grunt one out” face. She dropped a beauty, and we actually discussed and searched openly for the perfect place to hid said turd catcher in this dude’s office so it wouldn’t be found for a few hours or days.

We then (obviously) won and went home with our new, old, new car, much to the delight of the wife. She was also delighted that we didn’t have to explain to 2.0 why we didn’t have on-board movie viewing capabilities anymore. Hooray.

When we got home, it was a little late to think about starting dinner, so we (at least Lauren and I) got our favorite dinners in a hurry:

She got re-heated spaghetti using Heather’s famous and delicious butter noodle recipe.
(By the way, it’s spaghetti in a bowl with a chunk of butter heated about 45 seconds to hot and then slather with parmesian cheese. I liken it to white trash Alfredo sauce. And you might say that’s too much butter for a child not yet four years old, but considering she ate so much butter earlier that day that it was all in her hair, I think she’ll be okay).

I got Stouffer’s Creamed Chipped Beef over toasted white bread. YUMMY!!! My mom lives near (or near enough to shop at) the Stouffer outlet in North Cackalackee, and they brought us a case of it. A CASE!! She also brought two cases of some lean cuisines that were about six bucks a case. How great is that?!?!

Molly got creamed chipped beef too, but didn’t feel like it, so she heated some noodles and threw on some jarred Alfredo and sun dried tomato sauce. Yummy too. Of course, Lauren ate all of hers and wanted some of mommy’s so she ate that too. What an appetite that child has for pasta.

Then it was upstairs for 1.0’s bath and bed, and then a feeding for 2.0 (which has been a challenge recently). I got her to eat five ounces and then she was asleep on our bed while I finished my workout (4.01 miles in 68 minutes), and when I came out, Sophia was asleep in her crib. Not a first, but it was hoped that it was to be the first night she slept the entire night in her crib.

She slept until the 3am feeding which I took. No muss, no fuss, five ounces in 15 minutes and back to sleep until 6:30am for a quick feed of three ounces and back to sleep immediately. It seems that whatever has been bothering her recently may have passed. HOORAY!!

(and don’t be all judgemental asking “hey, isn’t she three months old? Why is she still sleeping in your room?” The fact is that it makes no difference until they’re about five months old. She sleeps in a bassinette thingy and not with us, so it’s pretty much the same. We didn’t do that out of some wierd “I want her near me” vibe, but simply because it was easier during our recoveries and then at night all the way around).

Hell. Judge us. I don’t care. We’ll raise our lump how we see fit.

Have a good Thursday everyone!!

23
Feb

Ah, what a little misdirected anger can do to a person

A few weeks ago I posted a photo of some waste of DNA that had the words Fuck You ornately tattooed over his right and left eye respectively. His mugshot is terribly entertaining, and I asked what you thought his parents thought of him.

Today’s photo is even better, because this one was done the old-fashioned prison way: with a Bic pen insert and a hot needle. It also is somewhat different because I’m pretty sure this is adult version of the pie-faced banjo boy from the movie deliverance.

If you ever thought about getting a face or forehead tattoo, remember that what you think when you see this is what everyone will think of you when they look at you:

I like how he’s a tic cross-eyed. Maybe that happened from trying to look at his own tattoo so much without the help of a mirror. Or maybe his daddy and his maternal grandfather are the same person. Either way, this is the poster child for stupidity and for what you get in life when you make bad decisions.

Shalom everybody…




 

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