Last Beer At The Save-On.

The Sidekick and I went to The Tragically Hip concert in Victoria last night. The concert was good. (I wasn't converted like he had hoped, but I do admit a grudging acceptance.) I guess I can't laugh and roll my eyes anymore when someone mentions their name.

The concert was the reason for being there, but it was nice to just get out.
I will admit the beer was flowing freely, and I did enjoy myself.

I was able to snag the last 2 beers at the Save-On Centre due to my quick thinking and previously mentioned ninja-like abilities.

The Sidekick and I downed our first two beers while the opening band, The Sadies, were playing. Then we heard about horrendous lineups at the concessions so decided to wait a bit to go. (We were amused by the antics of Drunk Native Guy 2 Rows In Front. He was jumping, leaping and waving his jersey in the air. I'll let the Sidekick post about DNG2RIF; he could sum it up better.)

Soon The Hip came out and we forgot about the beer for a moment. Or at least the Sidekick did. After a while, my bladder wouldn't let me forget about it. I headed to the can and thought about getting more beer. The concert had been going for a bit, so I figured the lines would be short.

They were short. They weren't selling beer anymore.

The Save-On's license for alcohol sales ends at 8:45. My watch said 9:10. They were just trying to serve the last of the people in the line, and had cut off the line by having an old guy hold the end of some police tape while the other end was tied to a post. (High Tech, eh?)

People were getting pissed and trying to sneak under the tape and get in line. There were two or three guys who were just there to deal with those people. I had a better solution: I wouldn't go under the tape - I'd go around the old guy.

I waited for my chance and when some drunk (more drunk than me, anyway) guy started yelling how much of an asshole the Security guys were - I skillfully sneaked around the old guy and took my place in line. I must have been like a ghost, because nobody even batted an eye.

The line moved along and by the time I got to the front it was just me and the 5 people on the other side of the counter. (Now that's customer service!) I ordered my beers, paid and turned around to see the same guy still freaking out that they wouldn't serve him booze.

As I walked passed him to the concert floor I took of the lid and had a sip. I looked him in the eye, smiled and said "God, that's cold beer!"

Then I went back to see the show.

God I'm an asshole sometimes.

I know the Hetro-Life Partner is going to post about the concert and his thoughts on it. I said it was a good concert, and I mean it. The bar afterwards was just insane, and I'm not even going to post about that. (I have not been so drunk since our Summer Staff party, that's all I can say.) My Hangover is testimony enough.

Later.

Scratch That Itch.

I'm off to see The Tragically Hip in Victoria tonight.

The Hetro-Life-Mate has been hounding me to see these guys play for ages. I finally broke down - if not only to end the constant whining.

(Plus the tickets were only 50 bucks.)

He's hoping to have a repeat conversion, (a-la Pearl Jam) but I'm not sure if it will happen or not.

Needless to say, you will either hear about the concert tomorrow, or My Adventures in Victoria.

A fair trade either way.

Later.

Hunter / Killer.

"To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women. " - Conan.

And all shall bow down before me - for I am the Slayer and the one from whom there is no escape. I am the Mighty Hunter, who strikes before he is seen.

Yep, I got my first confirmed kill the other day. Had to wait until now to tell all of you because I wanted to make sure I got credit for it and that I wouldn't have to "share" the Honor with someone else.

The Beast was somewhere in the compressor room at work. It had set off the alarms the previous night, and we knew that it was possibly still in the store. Quick thinking was needed. Action had to be taken, lest the element of surprise slip away from us.

I gathered my tools and crept ninja-like into the area. I was confidant that my graceful movements ensured I was not noticed. I laid out my carefully prepared trap, baited with things impossible for him to resist. I was going to wait and savor the moment of triumph, but I left the area to lull my opponent into a false sense of security. (Better to lure him into the trap.) He would be completely unaware of the fate which awaited him.

He was taken and snared while I was sleeping.
He died like any other who would dare to cross my path.

He will be remembered in the Halls of the Fallen.

Basically what it comes down to is this: There was a rat discovered where I work that had sneaked in from outside. It was setting off the motion sensors at night, triggering our alarms. Not Good.

Being the incredible "Doer" that I am, I got two Rat Traps, baited them, (With Goat Cheese - in case it was a Lactose Intolerant Hippy Rat.) and placed them in the compressor room. Sure enough, the next morning the sucker was dead.

End of Story.
(But it's so much better to tell it the other way.)

"Come to me, Son of Jor-El, kneel before Zod!"

Later.

Scapegoat.

Our society is always looking for someone to pin the blame on. There always has to be a scapegoat, someone to point the finger at, no matter what it is.

The roof of B.C. Place Stadium had to be deflated the other day because of a tear which soon became a Big Ass hole. No one was hurt, and the roof is going to be patched.

Immediately the media was all over it. Not only reporting what was happening, but looking for who's fault it was. Management, Building Personnel, Computers - someone is going to get their ass handed to them.

Funny how Mother Nature's name never came up. (That Bitch)

There are two or three human-error type things that could have caused the trouble they had, but everyone seems to forget the fact that the roof is over twenty-three years old, and has worked great for the other 8395 days.

But someone has to pay, right? The media will continue to probe and dig until someone loses their job. Can't we just admit that a twenty-three year old balloon roof finally popped? And maybe we can say that a roof held up by air is really just a dumb idea?

(If anyone is going to lose their job, it should be the guy who had that plan.)

But lets wait to blame someone until something substantial can actually be proven. Baseless speculation is just retarded. I'm impressed that it was handled so well, no one was hurt, and that they were able to minimize any other damage.

But blaming someone for doing a good job?

It'll never happen.

Later.

Call Me Slick.

I'm a Sweater.

I can't help it, I was born that way.
It's not bad in the Summer or if I'm warm, but when I work out I lose at least a litre in fluids.

I don't really care so much that I sweat, there's nothing wrong with it. But I do have a big problem that has to be rectified as soon as I am able.

You see, when I'm on the Treadmill, Elliptical, Rowing Machine or Bike I use my iPod. The problem is that when I get sweaty, the sweat runs into my ears, and oh-so-gently loosens the snug fit on the earbuds. They don't sit as well, it doesn't sound as good, and eventually they come flying out .

I'm left with two decisions.

1. Get the John McEnroe-like headband to wear while working out. This not only makes me look like a 70's Pornstar/Tennis Pro, but has the added value of having people stop and laugh at the fat guy in the headband. I'd become the center of attention at the gym, and people would flock to witness my chubby sweat get all soaked up. Sounds too good to be true, right?
2. Get some over-the-ear or behind-the-head earphones. They may not make me the center of attention, but I'll get to listen to my music and not worry about taking someones eye out with an errant earbud. I know there are many different types, but I'll take my time and try to decide what's going to work best for me.
3. Staple the currant earbuds to my head. The main drawback I can see to this is that I'd go through a lot of staples taking them out and putting them back in. Oh yeah, and the pain. Lets not forget the pain.

So there are my choices.

I would prefer to sweat a little less, but hey, it shows you I'm working hard. I also work up a bit of a sweat at other times, (if you know what I mean) but nobody's ever complained yet. (Shows I'm putting out the effort.) I don't need headphones for that workout.

The other options look good, but I think I'm going to go with the new headphones. Maybe pick some up when The Sidekick and I go to Victoria.

If not, I think I'll fall back to the headband.
Do you think Blue is my color?

Later.

Porn Stash.

Uncomfortable moment.

I'm working on a friend computer, trying to tidy it up and just doing the simple things that people tend to forget. (Spy-ware check, better antivirus, shit like that.)

As we are running a complete virus scan, one pops up and shows the source file as one that he had downloaded from Limewire or some such shit. His wife then mentions that she recognizes that file and then proceeds to accuse her husband of downloading Porn. She said she had checked it out, wondering what it was, and it was Porn.

Busted.

I don't care if he's got Porn on his computer, it's almost natural for every guy to have some on there. (I'd only worry if it was terabytes of the stuff or some of that really freaky shit.) Wasn't Porn the whole reason the Internet was invented? Maybe for e-mail too, but I'm pretty sure the backbone of the Internet is Porn.

In the end, she wasn't too upset about the stuff being there. My main question was why she felt the need to point out that it was Porn, (It wasn't obvious from the file name.) and why she did it right in front of me. What am I going to do? Tell him not to look at it?

So to all the people out there- if you've got a stash: make sure it's clean, make sure it's stashed, and make sure that there's an "understanding" between you and anyone you may stumble across it. (I reverted to Guy Rules - Don't comment on it, don't look at it, and NEVER bring it up in conversation.)

As long as I never stumble across Gran-dad's stash - I think I'll be okay.

Later.

Super Size Me.

I know I'm three years too late.

I think that by even speaking of a movie that's over six months old I'm breaking some sort of Internet Law. But please forgive me as my reasons for the delay will become apparent.

I refused to see this movie when it came out. I was no longer an employee of the Arches at that time, but I was still in the "defensive " mode, and argued against it like a Halliburton employee would rail against Fahrenheit 9/11.

After working in Management at McDonald's for so many years, you just get used to fielding criticisms about where you work. People have such a maligned image of the company, and are so ready to ponce on any rumors or innuendo that may come up. (Yet they all still eat there, even after saying how much they hate it.) It's second nature for almost any Manager to discount or discredit half of the bullshit they hear. So when this movie came out, I was picturing it as just another stab at the company that I used to work for. I did want to see it eventually, but just never got around to it.

It was on the CBC just the other night, and I wanted to make a point of watching it. I went into it open minded, yet cautious. I wanted to see if I could filter the information through the layers of expected bullshit and accusations.

I was pleasantly surprised.

The director doesn't attack McDonald's as much as uses them as a familiar backdrop to explain his case. He's saying Americans are getting fat, the kids are getting fat, the health-care system is unable to cope, and the Government refuses to do anything about it. He also points out how eating a diet compromised of fast food is essentially unhealthy. (I can't grasp the fact that there are people out there who don't understand this fact. If you eat high fat, highly refined foods and live a sedentary lifestyle, you are going to get fat. that's the way it works.) As everyone knows, he eats nothing but McDonald's for a month to prove this fact.

Why did he go after McDonald's? Because it's the biggest kid on the block. If he would have done the same thing with Arby's I don't think as many people would have paid attention. He does specify that McDonald's targets kids in their advertising, but so do all the other fast food places. It's a business model. If the kids want to eat there, Mom and Dad will follow.

In the end I have to agree with almost everything that was pointed out in the movie. He's not bashing the companies for serving a product, he's suggesting that people take personal responsibility for what goes into their bodies and what goes into their kids bodies as well. (The section on School lunches was an eye-opener. I think when the Boys get to that level I'll watch what's on the menu at school.)

I know urging people to see a three year-old movie is a little bit retarded, but I'll do it anyway.
If you are working or have worked for the Arches, I think you'll even like it.

Later.

Split Shift.

"I'm not even supposed to be here today!" - Dante (Hicks, that is.)

That's not quite true.

I was supposed to be off at 6pm tonight, but a co-worker of mine was not feeling well. Being the charitable son-of-a-bitch that I am, I offered to finish off his shift for him. So I cut my early shift short (just over halfway through) and came back later to lock up.

The only thing wrong with a split shift is coming back. After being away from work for a couple-three hours, it's a challenge to get back into the "work vibe" again.. I dragged my ass to the door, I'll tell you that. I even cursed my charitable inclinations just a bit.

But pulling off a split shift has it's benefits - I look like a hero, and I'm reimbursed in the best currency of all - favors. Having somebody owe you one is a great thing indeed.

So I sucked it up and persevered. (Not really that hard - it's a slow night and I'm about to go on days off.) I made it through and it's done.

Plus it gave me an excuse to use my third favorite Clerks Quote. Right behind "Chicks with Dicks" and "My Mom's been fucking a dead guy for thirty years - I call him Dad."

Later.

...Is What I Need Now.

Never has a musical lyric been more relevant.

For those who aren't sure what I'm talking about, here is a definition.

It's January 1st, and like everyone else before me, I'm making some resolutions for the coming year. I've said in the past that resolutions are a bunch of shit, and although what I'm doing now flies in the face of that, I'll ask your forgiveness. What I said before was that you shouldn't have to wait until January 1st to make a resolution. If you want to make a change in your life you should do it right away. I'm making this statement on New Years Day because that's the only day anyone pays any attention to shit like this.

My resolutions for the year are as follows:

• Lose 20-25 pounds - I'm already on my way on this one, which is why I'm doing it first. I'm not going crash diet, either. I'm going to the gym and eating better. I'd like to be at my goal weight before my birthday, which gives me plenty of time.
• Teach The Boy how to swim and skate - I'm going to need help, because I'm not the greatest teacher when it comes to these. They both came really naturally to me when I was younger, so I have a hard time showing him what to do. I'll put him in the programs, but I'd like to be his introduction to them. Skating is already done, we are working on it, but getting my lard ass up to the pool will be a challenge.
• Save More - I'm not just talkin' my personal stash. I'd like to save some cash towards something. We save set amounts each month into the kids college funds, but nothing in case of emergency or just for that big purchase down the road. (coughbigscreentvcough) I'd like to have some cash saved to do some renovations on the homestead (Hardwood floors) as well as the aforementioned big purchase.
• Get Out More - I do go outside, but that's not what I'm talking about. I'd like to get out more in the social sense. It's tough with kids and a budget, but you can't spend all your time in the house or just going to the same spots over and over.

That's it. I was kinda general on a couple of them, but I know the details, and that is what is important. They are more guidelines to work towards, and I'll try to keep checking them.

I think I'll make some selfish resolutions too. The other ones were for things that I'm trying to do to better myself. These are the things that I'm going to work my damnedest not to change.

• Keep my sense of humor - I'm still going to be a crude, funny, witty pervert. Nothing can change that.
  
• Blog - I haven't missed a post in God knows how long, and it's a streak I'd like to continue. (I will try to improve the quality, however. I'll admit, some of these posts are weak-ass shit.)
• Touch myself - When you look this good, how can you not?

Oh, these will be easy.

Later.

Goodbye 2006.

Here lies 2006.

Cut down in it's prime, '06 was only 365 days old when it passed - called up to heaven, or down to hell depending on your viewpoint.

For the world at large, 2006 was no real change from the years before it. Nothing really exciting came down the pipe. The wars still raged in Afghanistan and Iraq, the price of fuel continued to climb, and people still went about their lives much as they do every year. I think there were maybe four people in the world who expressed disbelief that Lance Bass was gay, and two of them didn't even know who he was.

I'm horrible at doing a year end wrap up.

I have trouble trying to remember what happened in January. If you ask me what the most important events of the year were, I'd start listing stuff from November, just because outside of stuff that directly impacts me, I have no sense of time. Ask me what I was doing in the middle of May or the end of March and I'll tell you. (Chance of error +/- 24%) Ask me when s major event happened overseas and I'm clueless. If you want to know what the world deemed most important, go read a newspaper, I gots nothin' for ya.

Looking back, 2006 was not a bad year.
I'm still alive, I've got my health, everyone is okay, what more could I ask for?
If I win a million, 2007 will be a better year. (Trying a bit of advance wishing.)
I'll let you know how it turns out.

Tomorrow I'm going to post my resolutions.
(Yes - I know I said resolutions were a crock of shit last year, but I've changed my mind.)
We'll look back next year and see how I've done.

Be safe, everyone.

Later.

Subliminal Message.

The fucking Radio was driving me nuts today.

Maybe it's because of the holiday, but they had the same songs on a loop, and it played about 3 times during my shift today. I only noticed because most of the songs were about Masturbation.

I'm not just dreaming this shit up either folks. There were some very specific songs in there about the art of self pleasure.

They played the shit over and over again.

If they played "She Bop" by Cyndi Lauper one more time I would have snapped. I get it. She's touching her clit.
I also heard "I Touch Myself" by The Divinyls, "U + Ur Hand" by Pink, and I think I heard "Rattlesnake Shake" by Fleetwood Mac - although I'm not 100% on that last one. I was hoping for "Little Red Corvette" by Prince, but I don't think they knew that one.

I think the DJ is trying to tell us that he's very lonely in the booth. I'm glad to see that he was going with a theme though, and that he was sticking to it. (That is a horrible pun I know, but I just couldn't help it.)

I'm glad to say that next to annoying me, it didn't really affect me at all.

Except my palms got all sweaty and I kept looking longingly at the Papaya.

Thank God that my shift soon ended and I was able to escape the radio's maddening hold on my libido.

I hope they change the tape tomorrow.

But then again, maybe not.....

Later.

Storage Problem.

There is so much crap in my house that I do not know what to do with it.

With Christmas and The Boys Birthdays all in less than a week, the sheer amount of wrapping paper and still-boxed presents is overwhelming. As I go through my Domestic Chores today, I find it all a bit maddening. (The wrapping paper is all gone, but everything is still in it's just-opened state.)

I like a neat, orderly home. My obsessive compulsive nature demands it. I'm not a neat freak/germaphobe, but I like to have everything in it's place. This transition with all the new items received at Christmas leaves me a bit out of sorts.

You see, all my shit is put away. Everything I got is exactly where it is supposed to be. It's all the kids stuff that throws me off. We now have to go through the old toys, remove what is not being used, and slowly introduce the new toys. (In case you are wondering, there were presents from last Christmas and Easter that were just introduced in September. Toy rotation is like laundry, it never ends.)

I've busted my ass and finally have most of the house in shape. My solution? Chuck almost everything into the garage so it's out of the way, and then work on it from there. If I had to look at that disorganization on a daily basis, someone was going to get hurt.

But it's almost over now.

The stress is slowly starting to fade as the clutter dissipates. If only there was a way I could fully relax.... Has anyone seen my Cumchuckers?

Later.

Spike of Doom.

Maybe it's me.

Maybe I'm getting old and weak.

I received some DVDs and Games for Christmas, and I've noticed that they are notoriously difficult to get out of the case. (Did I say difficult? I meant fucking impossible.) It's like the guy at the factory who puts the DVDs in the cases was related to Vlad the Impaler.

I have to twist and turn and practically snap the DVD in half to get it out of the case the first time. Once I've popped it's case cherry, it seems to slide easily on it's spike. (Yes, like almost everything else in life, DVD's have a cherry. Hawt.) It's just getting it out the first time that is so frustrating and troublesome.

I haven't yet, but the first time I end up snapping a disc because of one of those spikes, someone is going to pay. I have a feeling it will only happen on a really nice DVD that I've wanted for a long time and had a difficult time in obtaining. (It won't happen to Pretty Woman, it'll happen to a signed copy of Evening with Kevin Smith 2: Evening Harder.)

Unfortunately if they do fix this problem we could end up with a lot of loose DVDs in cases, rattling around, getting all scratchy and useless. That's not a good alternative.

The best solution I could come up with involved cardboard and a lot of Duct Tape. (As you can tell I used up all my good ideas on the previous post.) I think I'll have to leave this problem in the hands of the professionals. The Movie Industry - they haven't failed me yet. (Oh wait....)

Until then, I'll practice my technique on the Sidekick's DVDs - just in case.

Later.

Greatest Idea Ever.

I'm not feeling well.

My nose itches, my heads stuffy, my throat is sore and I'm starting to hallucinate from the NyQuil.

As I was blowing my nose with a Kleenex (with lotion) I had an epiphany, a vision, a sure fire commercial hit.

Tissues made specifically for Masturbation.

They would have to be a little thicker than normal tissues (what with the projected volume they would have to clean up) and the absorbency should be increased if at all possible. You could have them with Lotion, Regular, or Anti-Viral in case you tug one off while out in the bushes or if you think there is a chance that you've given yourself V.D.

The box wouldn't be all flowers and puppies either. It would either be made to resemble stainless steel or have actual pornographic scenes on the box. It would be weighted so you could remove a tissue with one hand and not have the box tag along for the ride. Heck, forget the box, I bet these things would sell wonderfully in a pocket pack - (You know, like the tissues your Mom keeps in her purse?)

I even had a name in mind: Cumchuckers.

These things would sell themselves with the right marketing. Put samples in with skanky porno mags or a free box to every guy under eighteen who buys a computer with an Internet connection. (You have to put the product in the hands of the people who are likely to use it most.)

As soon as the NyQuil wears off I just might apply for a patent.

Later.

Get Out Of My House.

I mean it.

Over the past few days it seems like there have been a thousand people trooping in and out of my house.

With both of the boys having Birthdays within four days of each other and Christmas happening in between, it's been a parade of visitors.

The tiring part is cleaning up after everyone leaves. Would it be rude of me to ask them to take a piece of garbage with them when they go? What with all the gift wrap and boxes, my garbageman is going to have an aneurysm when he sees what is waiting for him on trash day. I should tip him or something, but I think the garbage guys around here make more than I do already.

But now all the visiting is done, the holiday season is winding down and the only people who are going to come to my house now are people that I want to come over.

And the Jehovah's.
But I've got traps for them.
(Chick Tracts and Bourbon.)

Later.

A Good Haul.

Santa was good to me.

Thinking back, I'm amazed that I received some of the gifts that I did. I haven't been giving out hints and I'm not really lusting after any particular gift. (That's a lie - I've been lusting, but the stuff I want isn't likely to just appear under my tree.)

My Brother gave me my Kevin Smith fix, with a Mooby Shirt and complete Clerks graphic novel. (I can hear the Sidekick salivating.) I also got Clerks 2 on DVD. Going to watch that as soon as I'm done writing this. I think I now own almost all of the View Askewniverse. (The Brother got An Evening With Kevin Smith 2 : Evening Harder - I'm a bit jealous.)

I received a lot of other great gifts (too many to list here) and I'm going to enjoy them all. My main shock is that this is the first year that I didn't get any Future Shop gift cards. My Boxing Day shopping extravaganza is woefully underfunded. (What with Tristan's birthday tomorrow I wouldn't have had much time anyway.) I think I might skip it and stay in town, maybe something here will catch my eye.

I've got a small stash burning a hole in my pocket, I'm not sure what I'll do.

I'm off to watch Rosario Dawson dance on the roof of a Fictional Fast Food Franchise.
HAWT.

Later.

'Twas The Night Before Christmas...

And I'm at my house.

Had a drink at Work,
I'm feeling a bit soused.

The Gifts are not wrapped,
There's no tape or tags,

I'll do it the easy way,
And just use Gift Bags.

The kids just went down,
They are sleeping like logs.

I just sneaked in here,
To type and to Blog.

A House full of people
Await me Tomorrow.

I hope I don't kill someone,
Much to their sorrow.

Have a great day
To all who read this,

I'm drinking at Noon,
And I'm gonna get pissed.


Merry Christmas Everyone.

Later.

There Are No Stupid Questions...

Oh, wait...

There's TONS of stupid questions, and I got asked most of them today.

I don't mind answering someones question if it's something that they don't actually know or are confused about. But it drives me batshit crazy when I'm answering peoples retarded questions just because they are to lazy to look or to stupid to see the painfully obvious.

While I'm telling you the knowledge that you need to know, Is it too much to ask that you appear to be absorbing at least some of what I'm saying? That vacant look that you assumed right after asking me you question doesn't instill me with confidence that you are understanding what I'm communicating.

And if I do answer your question, at least have the common courtesy to say thank you. I'm not asking for much. I don't want you to drop to your knees and blow me, I just want a thank you - or at least tell me that you understood what I was explaining to you. Turning around and walking away after I've given you directions to something doesn't warm my heart as much as you may think. (Oh the Shock!)

The biggest possible insult that you can give me? Right after I tell you something, I hear you ask the same question to someone else. If what I told you wasn't clear enough, say so. You're welcome to go get a second answer, but I know that they are going to tell you the same shit that I just told you. If you didn't hear what you wanted, let me know. But going and asking someone else? That just makes you look like an idiot and makes me look like a horrible communicator. (There is no way I'm a horrible communicator lady, I have a Blog on the Internet - that's nothing but communication!)

I know that tomorrow will be another day full of inane queries.
But I think I'm ready. I'm going to try and convince people I'm a deaf/mute and hope they all just go away.

Later.

I'm Done!

I finished off my Christmas Shopping today.

Thank Fucking God that's over with.

I hate trying to find stuff for people.
I usually work best under a pressure situation - no time to think if it's the wrong or right gift. Just go with your first instinct and regret it later. (Luckily my buyer's remorse only works when I'm shopping for myself - not for others.)

I had no idea what to get anyone at all. I just went with the flow and I think I did alright.

I haven't been giving out any hints on what I want this year. Everything that I want is shiny and expensive or possibly illegal (and let's not forget immoral too, while we are at it.) so I haven't been laying out any groundwork. It'll be interesting to see what Santa brings me.

But like I said, I'm done.

Now if I can just find someone to wrap it all.....

Later.

1460 Days.

Today is The Boy's 4th Birthday.

Five Years ago today I can't recall what I was doing. I could have been working, home, drunk, sober, who knows. (Take your pick, it could have been any two of the four.)

Four Years ago today I was looking at a tiny wrapped up bundle, wondering how so much can change so fast.

The Boy and I have a wonderful relationship. I'm his mentor, his disciplinarian, and his friend. We have a great time together, and I enjoy every minute I have with him.

He woke me up today at 3:30am just to see if it was his Birthday yet.

He wasn't feeling well and actually got sick a couple of times today. (Upset Stomach.) I asked him if he wanted to cancel his party and we could do it later, but he said no and toughed it out. We canceled with some of the other kids who were coming just because we don't want them to get sick as well. He maintained a cheerful attitude throughout and was a great host and center of attention while everyone was here.
I'm very proud of him.

Best Moment of the Night: He puts down his new shiny toy (Fisher Price Digital Camera - Yeah, I'm that great of a Dad) and asks me to come cuddle with him because he thinks his tummy might be hurting again.

2nd Best Moment of the Night: He stops eating his cake, looks at me and says "Thanks Daddy, This is the best Birthday ever."

I have to do this all over again for the Number 2 Son's 1st Birthday in 5 days. (Two kids in December? Yeah - I only get laid in March, and only every 3 years.)

Later.