I know I haven't wrote a blog in a while....okay fine, a couple of years. I've just been busy with my two boys. Trevor, who is now 3 (turning 4 in April), and Our 1 year old, Nolan. I never wrote a blog describing my experience in the hospital when Nolan was born because it was AWESOME!! I was able to go home and sleep in my own bed and not an uncomfortable hospital chair that Optimus Primed itself into a bed. I also was able to eat my own food and not hospital food which is usually hit or miss. The only thing that I remember being the same with both boys are my thoughts when I first held them. "Who are you going to resemble more? Your mother or me?" " Are all your fingers and toes there? Phew", and "Man I have years before I have to worry about you going to school."
Our drive is mostly spent in nervous silence. Danielle focusing on the road and myself buried in my thoughts, and wondering why she wouldn't let me wear any of my Star Wars t-shirts. Finally we reach our destination after about a 7 minute drive, which seemed more like 45. We pull into the drive and follow the signs to the back of the building. We find a parking spot rather quickly and then simultaneously ask each other "Is this the right place?" We both know it is. I tell Danielle to wait a little bit until we see some other parents with their kids go inside. It only takes a minute or two before a couple families come walking through the parking lot to head in the building. Danielle and I look at each other, take a deep breath and say "Let's do this." We head down the sidewalk and enter through the doors for our first preschool open house.
It's just Danielle and myself as we left the boys at home with my mom since it was their nap time. Looking back it probably would have been best to bring Trevor along but since we really didn't know what to expect and we just checking things out to see if we would want to enroll him there in the fall. We thought it best he stayed home and napped.
We were greeted by a nice woman who hands us a flier that describes what rooms are what. She tells us to walk around the classrooms and meet the teachers and not to hesitate to ask if we have any questions. We begin our slow awkward walk Down the hall....down the hall right past all the classrooms and to the end of the hall. We look at each other and Danielle asks me "where do we go?" Clearly the awkward anxiousness is written on our faces as we are greeted by another kind woman who asks if she can help us. We tell her that we don't know where we are going and do that nervous awkward laugh we all do. She takes us on super mini tour and asks if our son is currently enrolled. We reply that he's not and that we are feeling things out for the fall. I tell the kind woman that going through putting your first child into a school is kind of overwhelming. She goes on to tell a story about her child being in preschool and how she remembers a song that she learned a brought home about a pussy willow. The kind woman then begins to sing said song. The immature me does my best not to laugh every time she says "pussy". She tells us where the little cafeteria is and we head that direction. I need some water. We are once again greeted by another extremely nice woman. Who asks if we have any questions. We tell we are just checking things out and weren't sure where to start. She says to follow her to look for the head of the preschool. Looks like the water will have to wait.
We make our way back up to where the classrooms are and by the doors that we first entered the building. The nice woman tells the very first nice woman that gave us the pamphlet when we got there, that we are looking for the head of the preschool. (Which we never said we were) but she was so nice we just followed her anyway. So after failing to find the head, the nice woman departs and Danielle and I decide it's time to walk through the classrooms.
We slowly weave in and out of the classrooms, meeting different teachers and asking zero questions because we didn't know what to ask. So we would just listen to what other people would ask. We are in the last classroom about to leave when we here a familiar voice behind us say "This is the couple that was looking for you, Mike and Danielle." We turn around and there's the nice lady that had finally found the head of the preschool and evidently told her about us. The head was also extremely nice. Actually everyone that we talked to was incredibly nice. She answered what questions we could think of to ask and then kindly departed.
We moved on to the final room were a few other nice woman were asking questions and giving out other pamphlets. As we are standing listening to people ask questions, I lock eyes with a guy who is obviously a father and I can sense he is just as "this sucks" as I am. We share a head nod and move on to the cafeteria for a drink of water.
Danielle and I sit down and start to talk about everything and about Trevor and it just kind of hits me hard that in the fall he will start his first step into becoming his own person and begin his preparation for heading out into the world, and that's scary for me. I mean, that's my baby. I'm not ready for the world to have him. Except he's not a baby anymore. Four years has gone so fast. He is already becoming his own person. He talks about going to school all the time. He is ready. It's daddy who isn't. That's what made this open house so hard for me. So awkward and anxious. It was the knowing that he isn't a baby anymore. He is a little boy who is growing by the day. Then there's the thoughts of what if Trevor is being bullied or worse he IS the bully? What if he's the weird kid in class? What if he struggles? I mean I know I did through school. My wife was national honor society. That should balance him out, right? All these questions we ask ourselves as parents I'm sure. It's not that I am over protective. It's just a sobering reminder of how fast time goes and how much more I need to cherish my time with my boys.
We stand up and decide it's time to go home. We make our way back up the hall way and out the doors. I breathe a heavy sigh of relief that it was over. On our way home I tell Danielle that I'm glad I'll be working on the day of the next schools open house. That way she has to do that one without me.
Monday, January 23, 2017
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Long Awaited Randomness 2: A Whale of a Problem
I'm not sure why I call these random posts "long awaited" when I really have no proof to show that there are actually people eagerly awaiting my next post. I guess in my mind I'd like to think so. I have dealt with a bit of writers block since my last post and have since just recently gotten the itch to write again. So here goes nothing.
In 1988 my parents brought my brother and I to the now long gone Sea World of Ohio. While the memories of that trip have become vague over the years, one of the few things I remember was how insanely hot it was (I recall my parents saying that they spent a fortune on drinks that day), also there was a huge tank with porpoises in it that you could actually reach in and touch as they swam by, and of course there was the Shamu Show. The thing that stands out the most was just how fascinated I was when we left there. I couldn't wait to go back and see it all again. Unfortunately that never happened or should I say fortunately. Sea World of Ohio closed it's doors in 2000 and up until 2 months ago I was disappointed that it did.
I was streaming Netflix one night when I came across a documentary called Blackfish which I had heard quite a bit about. Seeing as it was about Killer Whales, it peaked my interest. I'll watch anything that has to do with our ocean dwelling mammal friends. What I watched was not just some whale special but something that in a way, changed me. My love for Sea World is gone and in it's place is pure hatred. Hatred for their lies that they told and continue to tell the public, for their unethical treatment of these amazing animals, and for how they continue to conduct themselves even with all of the backlash they have received thanks to Blackfish. It would take me forever to go into what this documentary is all about. Obviously it doesn't paint Sea World in a good light. I encourage anyone who has not yet seen Blackfish yet, to do so. Or at least do some Google research as to what this amazing documentary is all about. Perhaps it will have the same effect on you as it had on me. Perhaps it won't. It has definitely brought out my inner hippie.
Orcas (Killer Whales) belong in the wide open ocean and not held in a small tank only being fed to perform. The same argument could be had for dolphins as well. A Lawmaker in California recently proposed a ban on orcas in captivity. It's definitely a step in the right direction to having these amazing creatures released back into their natural habitat where they belong. All that care can play a part in helping. below is a link to a site that has a petition to sign to the state of California to help further these efforts.
http://action.sumofus.org/a/seaworld-orcas-captivity-california-ban-blackfish/
Thank you for reading and for hopefully signing. Now go watch Blackfish.
In 1988 my parents brought my brother and I to the now long gone Sea World of Ohio. While the memories of that trip have become vague over the years, one of the few things I remember was how insanely hot it was (I recall my parents saying that they spent a fortune on drinks that day), also there was a huge tank with porpoises in it that you could actually reach in and touch as they swam by, and of course there was the Shamu Show. The thing that stands out the most was just how fascinated I was when we left there. I couldn't wait to go back and see it all again. Unfortunately that never happened or should I say fortunately. Sea World of Ohio closed it's doors in 2000 and up until 2 months ago I was disappointed that it did.
I was streaming Netflix one night when I came across a documentary called Blackfish which I had heard quite a bit about. Seeing as it was about Killer Whales, it peaked my interest. I'll watch anything that has to do with our ocean dwelling mammal friends. What I watched was not just some whale special but something that in a way, changed me. My love for Sea World is gone and in it's place is pure hatred. Hatred for their lies that they told and continue to tell the public, for their unethical treatment of these amazing animals, and for how they continue to conduct themselves even with all of the backlash they have received thanks to Blackfish. It would take me forever to go into what this documentary is all about. Obviously it doesn't paint Sea World in a good light. I encourage anyone who has not yet seen Blackfish yet, to do so. Or at least do some Google research as to what this amazing documentary is all about. Perhaps it will have the same effect on you as it had on me. Perhaps it won't. It has definitely brought out my inner hippie.
Orcas (Killer Whales) belong in the wide open ocean and not held in a small tank only being fed to perform. The same argument could be had for dolphins as well. A Lawmaker in California recently proposed a ban on orcas in captivity. It's definitely a step in the right direction to having these amazing creatures released back into their natural habitat where they belong. All that care can play a part in helping. below is a link to a site that has a petition to sign to the state of California to help further these efforts.
http://action.sumofus.org/a/seaworld-orcas-captivity-california-ban-blackfish/
Thank you for reading and for hopefully signing. Now go watch Blackfish.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
1st Blog of 2014
Hello and Happy Holidays!..............okay so I am a little late for that. Well I hope you all had an amazing holiday season. I know I did, and it was only made that much more merrier having Trevor around this year. He had a great first Christmas even though he was still unable to open his own presents, He found the wrapping paper was more fun then whatever me or his mom had just opened. I hope this is a trend that continues as he gets older because wrapping paper is easier on the wallet than Legos are. When he's 16 his Christmas list better just say "A shit load of wrapping paper" and that's it. Now that I think about it maybe it's better if he wants expensive toys instead of some wrapping paper. I'd hate for him to end up on that show 'My Strange Addiction" .
Since we are almost a month into the new year I should ask how your New Years resolutions are holding up. If you said "good" well then that's excellent. If you said "not so good" then welcome to the club. Alot of us make these promises every year at this time to do things to better ourselves. Things like lose weight, stop smoking, get a new job, stop tweeting out photos of your penis, and every year most of us fail. I've made the same resolution every for the last 10 years to never go grocery shopping ever again and every year I fail. If you've read previous posts then you know how I feel about grocery shopping.
I've also have been wanting to shed some pounds and get healthier but every year it's the same result. Why do we wait till the beginning of the year to make these promises to better ourselves. The fact is we should be looking to better ourselves everyday, every week. Sure it may be tough to make those changes and we may slip up but there is no reason to put it off for the first of the year. I know all about procrastination. Hell I love procrastination! I'm fucking great at it, just ask my wife. My son will be my motivation to make the changes I need to make. Find yours and never stop trying to become a better you.
Through my connections that I have, I was able to get my hands on some pretty popular peoples New Years resolutions from 2013, and I'd like to share them with you. Enjoy!!
The Cleveland Browns: 1. Hire Head Coach
2. Continue long standing tradition of disappointing our loyal fan base
3. Trade our star running back and sign an over the hill replacement
4. Fire Head Coach
Miley Cyrus: 1. Ruin "Twerking" for everybody
2. Give fellatio to a sledge hammer in a music video. (See "Wrecking Ball".....better yet don't)
Justin Bieber: 1. Continue to make extremely crappy music
2. Egg neighbors house
3. Make people hate me even more than they already do
Robin Thicke: 1. Make the biggest song of the year and be sure that radio over plays it.
2. Dress like Beetlejuice for VMA performance.
Since we are almost a month into the new year I should ask how your New Years resolutions are holding up. If you said "good" well then that's excellent. If you said "not so good" then welcome to the club. Alot of us make these promises every year at this time to do things to better ourselves. Things like lose weight, stop smoking, get a new job, stop tweeting out photos of your penis, and every year most of us fail. I've made the same resolution every for the last 10 years to never go grocery shopping ever again and every year I fail. If you've read previous posts then you know how I feel about grocery shopping.
I've also have been wanting to shed some pounds and get healthier but every year it's the same result. Why do we wait till the beginning of the year to make these promises to better ourselves. The fact is we should be looking to better ourselves everyday, every week. Sure it may be tough to make those changes and we may slip up but there is no reason to put it off for the first of the year. I know all about procrastination. Hell I love procrastination! I'm fucking great at it, just ask my wife. My son will be my motivation to make the changes I need to make. Find yours and never stop trying to become a better you.
Through my connections that I have, I was able to get my hands on some pretty popular peoples New Years resolutions from 2013, and I'd like to share them with you. Enjoy!!
The Cleveland Browns: 1. Hire Head Coach
2. Continue long standing tradition of disappointing our loyal fan base
3. Trade our star running back and sign an over the hill replacement
4. Fire Head Coach
Miley Cyrus: 1. Ruin "Twerking" for everybody
2. Give fellatio to a sledge hammer in a music video. (See "Wrecking Ball".....better yet don't)
Justin Bieber: 1. Continue to make extremely crappy music
2. Egg neighbors house
3. Make people hate me even more than they already do
Robin Thicke: 1. Make the biggest song of the year and be sure that radio over plays it.
2. Dress like Beetlejuice for VMA performance.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Unthankful
This time of year we all think of the things that we are thankful for. Things like our health, family,and friends. I, like all of you, am thankful for all those things as well, obviously but I'd like to take some time to "flip the script" as all the kids say and talk about some things that I'm not thankful for. Maybe you will feel the same way about these things as well.
I'm not thankful for auto correct. While at times it does come in handy to correct some misspelled words, it's when there is a curse word that a pretty obvious situation arises and if you curse a lot like me, well then you can understand the problem. Since most of us text each other now, instead of call, it would be nice to reply to a text without a swear word being changed to a different word that completely ruins the text. In some cases the person attempting to text the swear will notice once the text is sent that a word was auto corrected and changed and that person will attempt to resend the swear word thinking they misspelled it only to have the same result. That leads to a tangent of auto corrected swears that leads to a phone being thrown out a window. here's an example.
Jeff: Hey Man, Did you see that Cavs Game last night?
Me: Yeah! They played like horse shin
Jeff: lol horse shin?
Me: shin!
Me: SHIT!!!
Me: Ducking auto correct man!!
Me: DUCKING!!
Me: FUCKING!! FUCKING!! FUCKING!!
Jeff: lol lol
Me: Duck you!
I am not thankful for grocery stores. Ok maybe not so much grocery stores but the people who go to them and are totally oblivious to everyone else there. You know the kind of people I'm talking about. they leave their cart in the middle of the aisle while they walk all the way down to the other end to look at what kind of fucking mayo they want to buy. They see you coming but god forbid they give up on the hunt for the perfect mayo, to come move their cart. There are also the people who walk behind you and you can feel the front of their cart right on your ass. Listen, I get it, you don't want to be here and neither do I but this isn't Super Market Sweep. Chill the Fuck out. Then there are the people who walk super slow and not because they are old or are trying to find a certain thing , but because they are on their phone yapping away. Of course you end up behind this person throughout the whole store, even if you pass them up. Some how they manage to get in front of you again. Is your conversation so important that it can't wait till you are sitting in your car? I've said it before, grocery shopping makes me hate humanity. Do I want to go grocery shopping? I'd rather be naked covered in fucking fire ants..................unless we go to Target.
I'm not thankful for Cable, yep cable tv. When my wife and I moved into our new home last January. One thing we decided to do was to cut the cord on cable and use the internet. You can practically watch anything on line. So we had our internet installed and I signed up for Netflix and Hulu Plus. I'ts been awesome. Hulu Plus has just about everything that aired the night before. So I can still watch the new episode of Family Guy but just have to wait a day. Which is fine by me. It beats paying those unbelievably high cable bills. I pay about $16 a month on Hulu and Netflix. Can't beat it. The one down side to not having cable though, is sporting events. Like NFL and NBA games and so on. However a few months back the NFL met with Google (who owns You Tube) about bringing NFL Sunday Ticket to You Tube. The NFLs deal with Direct TV expires in 2015. Seems the NFL is catching on to the growing trend of cutting the cord. I doubt that I will ever again have cable tv. If anyone is considering doing what we did, I strongly recommend it. It's nice to have that extra money around. fuck cable.
I am however thankful for you, my readers. However many of you are left. Thanks for taking the time out to read my poorly typed words. I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and have a great Holiday season.
I'm not thankful for auto correct. While at times it does come in handy to correct some misspelled words, it's when there is a curse word that a pretty obvious situation arises and if you curse a lot like me, well then you can understand the problem. Since most of us text each other now, instead of call, it would be nice to reply to a text without a swear word being changed to a different word that completely ruins the text. In some cases the person attempting to text the swear will notice once the text is sent that a word was auto corrected and changed and that person will attempt to resend the swear word thinking they misspelled it only to have the same result. That leads to a tangent of auto corrected swears that leads to a phone being thrown out a window. here's an example.
Jeff: Hey Man, Did you see that Cavs Game last night?
Me: Yeah! They played like horse shin
Jeff: lol horse shin?
Me: shin!
Me: SHIT!!!
Me: Ducking auto correct man!!
Me: DUCKING!!
Me: FUCKING!! FUCKING!! FUCKING!!
Jeff: lol lol
Me: Duck you!
I am not thankful for grocery stores. Ok maybe not so much grocery stores but the people who go to them and are totally oblivious to everyone else there. You know the kind of people I'm talking about. they leave their cart in the middle of the aisle while they walk all the way down to the other end to look at what kind of fucking mayo they want to buy. They see you coming but god forbid they give up on the hunt for the perfect mayo, to come move their cart. There are also the people who walk behind you and you can feel the front of their cart right on your ass. Listen, I get it, you don't want to be here and neither do I but this isn't Super Market Sweep. Chill the Fuck out. Then there are the people who walk super slow and not because they are old or are trying to find a certain thing , but because they are on their phone yapping away. Of course you end up behind this person throughout the whole store, even if you pass them up. Some how they manage to get in front of you again. Is your conversation so important that it can't wait till you are sitting in your car? I've said it before, grocery shopping makes me hate humanity. Do I want to go grocery shopping? I'd rather be naked covered in fucking fire ants..................unless we go to Target.
I'm not thankful for Cable, yep cable tv. When my wife and I moved into our new home last January. One thing we decided to do was to cut the cord on cable and use the internet. You can practically watch anything on line. So we had our internet installed and I signed up for Netflix and Hulu Plus. I'ts been awesome. Hulu Plus has just about everything that aired the night before. So I can still watch the new episode of Family Guy but just have to wait a day. Which is fine by me. It beats paying those unbelievably high cable bills. I pay about $16 a month on Hulu and Netflix. Can't beat it. The one down side to not having cable though, is sporting events. Like NFL and NBA games and so on. However a few months back the NFL met with Google (who owns You Tube) about bringing NFL Sunday Ticket to You Tube. The NFLs deal with Direct TV expires in 2015. Seems the NFL is catching on to the growing trend of cutting the cord. I doubt that I will ever again have cable tv. If anyone is considering doing what we did, I strongly recommend it. It's nice to have that extra money around. fuck cable.
I am however thankful for you, my readers. However many of you are left. Thanks for taking the time out to read my poorly typed words. I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and have a great Holiday season.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Happy Whoreloween
Halloween is believed to have originated in the early middle ages as a Catholic vigil observed on the eve of All Saints Day, November 1. It has also been said to originate even further back in time to a pagan festival of ancient Ireland known as Samhain. I wonder what all those people would say if they could see what Halloween has become today.
I love Halloween. It symbolizes the start of my favorite time of year, the Holidays. However as I've grown up, there are things I've noticed since I've stopped trick or treating and started passing out candy. Maybe it's just the sign of the times or what parents allow but I'm sure you've all seen the things that some of these girls wear while out trick or treating. I wonder how some of them could be allowed to leave the house like that. Why does every female costume have to be "sexy" now. From Ninja Turtles to Sponge Bob, From Red Riding Hood to Little Bo Peep. Every costume has to have a sexy twist. I've even seen toddler costumes for girls that were even a little wrong. A few weeks ago Walmart had to pull a costume for little girls that parents thought were a little too risque. There are times when I'm not sure whether to give them candy or throw dollar bills at them. I know that may sound wrong but I'm sure you've seen this alarming trend too. Sure I don't mind seeing the costumes on at an adult Halloween party or at a strip club but on a 13-17 year old girl is totally different. My daughter would be going out as the most unsexy scarecrow you've ever seen. The world is too full of sickos and pervs for me to allow my make believe daughter to parade around town half naked like a piece of meat, ripe for a kidnapping.
I wasn't kidding about sexy Sponge Bob
Again I love Halloween and also love throwing on a costume to pass out candy because the looks on some of the kids faces is priceless and after all, Halloween is about the kids. I've been Darth Vader, a werewolf, gorilla, and even a gorilla wearing a banana costume. Sure I may be a little old to throw on a costume but I like to get in the spirit of the holiday. This brings me to my next issue with the modern trick or treater. At some point, we all reach the age where we hang up our trick or treating buckets and do other things on All hallows eve but it seems the age at which this is supposed to happen has been pushed back a bit. I used to say "You are never too old for free candy." But guess what? I now have a weight problem so that saying has back fired. You may not ever be too old for free candy but once you stop even attempting to dress up to trick or treat then it's time to just stop all together. Sweat pants and a hooded sweatshirt seem to be the most popular costume for older male trick or treaters. I'm talking like High School juniors and possibly some seniors. I'm pretty sure I stopped going when I was a freshman out of fear that I would be seen by older class mates and have my reputation ruined, because back then I apparently had a reputation in my own mind and that reputation was that I was somehow cool. Listen, if you decide while you are visiting a possible college to attend that you are going to go trick or treating then at least put on some kind of fucking costume or mask because if not then I'll just consider you going as a douche bag and if you decide to still go out as douche bag man, say fucking "trick or treat" and "thank you" because I may decide not to give you candy.........ok I probably will out of fear that you will vandalize my house while I'm sleeping.
I remember how excited I would get as 6:00 pm would get closer then it would finally get here and my mom, brother and I would head out. My brother and I would run fro house to house which my mom didn't seem to mind. She just wanted us to be done as quick as possible because chances were that she was miserable, probably because the weather was either cold or rainy and some years, both. She powered through those years and when we got old enough to go without her, I'm sure she was relieved. Thanks mom, for toughing it out through rain,sleet, and cold all those years. That is what parents are for. What parents are not for is to hold your cigarette while you go up to house for candy and then hand it back to you once you are done. This seriously happened! The girl was probably 14-15, just puffing away until she got to our house and handed it to her mom and once she was done, she got it back and moved on to the next house. The only candy I should have her was Nicorette gum. Seriously What the fuck is going on! Mom to daughter: "Honey, your slutty costume looks great! Don't forget your pillow case and your smokes!"
Who am I to judge. Parents will do what parents will do and allow their kid dress however but at some point Halloween has to get back to being about the kids. I'm not talking about 10 month olds who can't even eat candy yet that get pushed around in strollers while the parents hit payday in the candy dept. Sure your kid is cute in their costume but I know that that Reese cup is going to be eaten by you and not your kid. I must be getting old because I needed to vent on a blog about this holiday but I feel like we adults have made it more about us then about the kids. Thanks for reading and hopefully I'm not alone in these thoughts that I have. Now if you excuse me, I have to go figure out which sexy Ninja Turtle I'm gonna be.
Again I love Halloween and also love throwing on a costume to pass out candy because the looks on some of the kids faces is priceless and after all, Halloween is about the kids. I've been Darth Vader, a werewolf, gorilla, and even a gorilla wearing a banana costume. Sure I may be a little old to throw on a costume but I like to get in the spirit of the holiday. This brings me to my next issue with the modern trick or treater. At some point, we all reach the age where we hang up our trick or treating buckets and do other things on All hallows eve but it seems the age at which this is supposed to happen has been pushed back a bit. I used to say "You are never too old for free candy." But guess what? I now have a weight problem so that saying has back fired. You may not ever be too old for free candy but once you stop even attempting to dress up to trick or treat then it's time to just stop all together. Sweat pants and a hooded sweatshirt seem to be the most popular costume for older male trick or treaters. I'm talking like High School juniors and possibly some seniors. I'm pretty sure I stopped going when I was a freshman out of fear that I would be seen by older class mates and have my reputation ruined, because back then I apparently had a reputation in my own mind and that reputation was that I was somehow cool. Listen, if you decide while you are visiting a possible college to attend that you are going to go trick or treating then at least put on some kind of fucking costume or mask because if not then I'll just consider you going as a douche bag and if you decide to still go out as douche bag man, say fucking "trick or treat" and "thank you" because I may decide not to give you candy.........ok I probably will out of fear that you will vandalize my house while I'm sleeping.
I remember how excited I would get as 6:00 pm would get closer then it would finally get here and my mom, brother and I would head out. My brother and I would run fro house to house which my mom didn't seem to mind. She just wanted us to be done as quick as possible because chances were that she was miserable, probably because the weather was either cold or rainy and some years, both. She powered through those years and when we got old enough to go without her, I'm sure she was relieved. Thanks mom, for toughing it out through rain,sleet, and cold all those years. That is what parents are for. What parents are not for is to hold your cigarette while you go up to house for candy and then hand it back to you once you are done. This seriously happened! The girl was probably 14-15, just puffing away until she got to our house and handed it to her mom and once she was done, she got it back and moved on to the next house. The only candy I should have her was Nicorette gum. Seriously What the fuck is going on! Mom to daughter: "Honey, your slutty costume looks great! Don't forget your pillow case and your smokes!"
Who am I to judge. Parents will do what parents will do and allow their kid dress however but at some point Halloween has to get back to being about the kids. I'm not talking about 10 month olds who can't even eat candy yet that get pushed around in strollers while the parents hit payday in the candy dept. Sure your kid is cute in their costume but I know that that Reese cup is going to be eaten by you and not your kid. I must be getting old because I needed to vent on a blog about this holiday but I feel like we adults have made it more about us then about the kids. Thanks for reading and hopefully I'm not alone in these thoughts that I have. Now if you excuse me, I have to go figure out which sexy Ninja Turtle I'm gonna be.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Long Awaited Randomness
Sorry it's been so long. Did you miss me? No? Well I'm back and what have I been up to besides being a sub par first time father you might ask? This time of year I invest most of my free time to my fantasy football team and league I run. You might be saying to yourself "what a dork" but believe me when I say that fantasy football is awesome. I recommend it to anyone who loves football and hasn't tried it. It makes the season a lot more fun when you got something else going on besides the Browns losing.
I've always put a lot of effort and research into my fantasy football team. So far that has paid off. Not to toot my own horn. Although with the addition of Trevor, it has been a little harder to keep up with things that I'd like to do but it's like that for a lot of things when you are a parent. It's amazing to really see just how big fantasy football has become. Even females have started getting in on the fun. My league has had a few female owners the last few years. Depending on how into it you get, it can be a daily chore of checking the waiver wire, injuries, trades, and setting line ups or you could be the kind of owner that does none of that and just logs into the website on Sunday morning, sets their line up and just goes about their day. I'm the daily grind kind of owner and as much as I love this blog, I love my league and my team. Sorry I'm not faithful blog :(.
I have started watching Sons of Anarchy on Netflix. Which has turned out to be a really good show. I have just finished the 3rd season I think and the main story of that season was the main character trying to get his infant son back who had been kidnapped at the end of season 2. Now through my life I have watched a million movies and shows where something happens to a characters child and never really gave it any thought and just hoped that the character got revenge or their child back. This time was different and it's obvious that this is another thing that parenthood changes because as soon as that child was taken I immediately teared up and the first thing I thought about was Trevor. What if that was him? I couldn't help it. I turned right into a little bitch. So this is what is going to happen from now on when any form of entertainment has a plot that relates to something happening to a kid? I'm going to turn into a mess? Well that is just great. What's next, Am I gonna knit a quilt if I dare watch Martha Stewart? She knits stuff right? Anyway the main character eventually gets his son back and all is right with the world. I guess it makes the show even better when you can relate to what the characters are going through. Guess I gotta keep tissues handy from now on since I'm gonna have all these tear jerking moments. I lost my man card didn't I? Oh well I gonna run anyway, Martha is on!!
I have started watching Sons of Anarchy on Netflix. Which has turned out to be a really good show. I have just finished the 3rd season I think and the main story of that season was the main character trying to get his infant son back who had been kidnapped at the end of season 2. Now through my life I have watched a million movies and shows where something happens to a characters child and never really gave it any thought and just hoped that the character got revenge or their child back. This time was different and it's obvious that this is another thing that parenthood changes because as soon as that child was taken I immediately teared up and the first thing I thought about was Trevor. What if that was him? I couldn't help it. I turned right into a little bitch. So this is what is going to happen from now on when any form of entertainment has a plot that relates to something happening to a kid? I'm going to turn into a mess? Well that is just great. What's next, Am I gonna knit a quilt if I dare watch Martha Stewart? She knits stuff right? Anyway the main character eventually gets his son back and all is right with the world. I guess it makes the show even better when you can relate to what the characters are going through. Guess I gotta keep tissues handy from now on since I'm gonna have all these tear jerking moments. I lost my man card didn't I? Oh well I gonna run anyway, Martha is on!!
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
It's All Good in the Parenthood Part 4
Our final day at the hospital finally arrives. Trevor is healthy and is ready to head home as is Danielle. However before we check out, I have to go down to the car with the "car seat specialist" so she can make sure our car seat is properly installed before we can leave with the baby. My wife and mother in law had installed the seat one day while I was at work so I didn't really have the joy of installing it myself. Let's be honest, installing these seats is a pain in the ass. You're leaning in your hot car, sweating, trying to get the straps secure while reading the horrible fucking directions and the whole time you have the pressure of if you aren't installing it correctly, your baby could die. Yeah it's no fun. The seat was installed correctly except for one thing. We have a carrier that snaps into the base of the car seat. The specialist informs me to have the handle of the carrier up so it can act as a roll bar in case of an accident. Well that's certainly good to know. Let's hope I never have to test that theory out.
We also have to wait for what seems like 10 different doctors to stop by our room before we can leave. We wait for the pediatrician, the anesthesiologist because Danielles leg is still numb from the epidural, the vagina doctor, Dr. Oz, Dr. Phil, Dr. Huxtable, and so on and so forth. Finally after the final doctor leaves, we are cleared for take off. Which is good because it was a beautiful spring day and the sun was shining into our room and heating it up like an oven. To make matters worse, the AC wasn't ready to be turned on yet. Yeah it's time to go home.
I take our belongings down to the car. A few minutes later I pull the car up to pick up my wife and baby who have been brought down in a wheel chair by a nurse. My wife decides to drive and I sit in the back with Trevor and he sleeps the whole way home. As we pull out of the hospital, I don't think I've ever been so happy to go home. All in all though with exception of the horrible sleep I got, our experience at the hospital was pretty good. The nurses were very helpful and were always there if we needed anything or had any questions. Pretty much anytime Trevor would cry, a nurse would come in and check to make sure everything was okay. That's a really good thing up until you get home and then you are on your own.
We get home and it's exciting. Everyone who hasn't seen the baby makes their way over to see our new addition. At the time I was happy to have everyone over to show him off but afterwards I regretted it. We had just gotten home and probably should have just rested and had company over the following day. Oh well, live and learn. Once everyone leaves Trevor decides it's time to scream. Danielle tries to feed him but he won't latch on. He just keeps crying. We take turns asking each other what he may want or what we should do. It was horrible. It was a rude awakening that this was it. You're parents now and there is no nurse to bail you out. Eventually he finally calms down and order is restored. That was a rough night and thankfully there hasn't been one as bad since.
It's hard to believe that it has been almost 5 months since Trevor was born. Time was flying before he was here and now it seems to be going even faster. I'm not sure when he stopped looking like a newborn but now when I see one all I can think is "wow I remember Trevor being that small". Now he is smiling and laughing and even just rolled over for the first time about 2 weeks ago. Before I know it he will be heading off to college(hopefully) and writing his own sub par blog.
That's the last time he will smile while wearing a Browns jersey.
Parenting is going to be and has been an adventure. I look forward to seeing how Trevor turns out in life and hope that my wife and I do all we can to make him a decent human being who is loving and caring because the world is seems to be lacking those kinds of people nowadays. There isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't make me laugh or smile, and whenever I am stressed or having a shitty day I can pull out my phone and look a a picture of his smiling face and all is right with the world. For him, I'd sleep on a fucking chair bed any day.
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