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Thursday, January 28, 2010
I haven’t blogged in a very long time; don’t find the time for it, nothing really good to blog about bla bla bla. Well I was inspired to blog by my wife; thru facebook even thought she doesn’t know it. Facebook is becoming a bigger part of people’s lives I believe; personally I am tired of it. I don’t want to know what everyone is doing every second of the day, and same thing about people knowing about me. What happened to the days of just giving a phone call, or a simple text message?
Well I am ranting now, and yes I will most likely post a link to this post on my facebook page.
The comedy of things is my wife belongs a group of facebook called the CIRCLE OF MOMS. Thru it she asked people to become fans of my Little Monster. To me she sent something else that goes.
You have a Little Monster’s dad request.
The Food Supply sent a request using Circle of Moms:
Please confirm below that you are Little Monster’s dad. Thanks, Food Supply.
How should I know if he’s mine, I have not asked for a DNA test, My wife cant confirm that I am the dad. Oh no, what should I do? Does facebook do DNA testing? My name is on the father section of the birth certificate. I suppose I should confirm that I am the dad just to make things official.
Well I am ranting now, and yes I will most likely post a link to this post on my facebook page.
The comedy of things is my wife belongs a group of facebook called the CIRCLE OF MOMS. Thru it she asked people to become fans of my Little Monster. To me she sent something else that goes.
You have a Little Monster’s dad request.
The Food Supply sent a request using Circle of Moms:
Please confirm below that you are Little Monster’s dad. Thanks, Food Supply.
How should I know if he’s mine, I have not asked for a DNA test, My wife cant confirm that I am the dad. Oh no, what should I do? Does facebook do DNA testing? My name is on the father section of the birth certificate. I suppose I should confirm that I am the dad just to make things official.
Monday, November 23, 2009
The Fix
Black Friday is just around the corner, it’s my favorite shopping day of the year. It makes me feel empowered walking down to the register having people eye my cart with contempt. “Yeah I beat you to it”; it’s my competitive side.
Well the hot deal this year is supposed to be a 32” LCD from Target. I like to go to the store to see if I “really” want the T.V. or not. Just because it’s cheap doesn’t mean I should fork over the mullah. Today after going out to eat with my wife I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk inside the Target, it was chilly out and we could do some spending (take another look at the T.V.).
We were in front of the televisions and my wife says “Nick let’s hold out and buy a 52” instead. Most guys would go wow, I mean my wife actually said lets get a bigger television instead of saying get a smaller one or we already have one. There’s nothing wrong with a 52” television except for the part where we never hook them up. No cable, no satellite not even an antenna, nope all we hook up to them is a DVD player and turn it on about 1-2 times a month.
I suppose we’ll see what happens with the television. The best part though was when we were leaving the store. My wife has not had gum since she was pregnant. Something to do with the artificial sugars being bad for a baby while in the womb. She’s a gum addict, and she came running to the counter as I was paying and pretty much knocked over a few people trying to get there before I swiped the debit card.
It was a box of gum and she was excited to be getting gum again. The little Monster was out of his seat though and my wife placed the gum and a pacifier on it. I picked it up to make room so that she could place him on it. After he’s all buckled in and we’re outside she begins looking for the gum. I deny having it, and so she begins to look under the little Monster thinking that she sat him on it. We are out doors its 40 degrees and she’s standing still in the middle of the road looking for gum under our child.
I point out that she’s blocking traffic just standing there, and she proceeds with a slow walk. Never getting her hands from between the little Monster’s butt and the seat. Feeling around looking for the gum. Finally she gives up and just gets in the car. I take the shopping cart to its proper place and pop a piece of gum in my mouth.
Once in the car my wife starts ranting about not having her gum and how much she wants it. A few minutes later she says “I can even smell it, I smell mint I want some gum now”. I cant help it I begin laughing. I give her the box of gum, seeing her eat it; it’s like watching a drug addict get his latest and much needed fix.
Well the hot deal this year is supposed to be a 32” LCD from Target. I like to go to the store to see if I “really” want the T.V. or not. Just because it’s cheap doesn’t mean I should fork over the mullah. Today after going out to eat with my wife I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk inside the Target, it was chilly out and we could do some spending (take another look at the T.V.).
We were in front of the televisions and my wife says “Nick let’s hold out and buy a 52” instead. Most guys would go wow, I mean my wife actually said lets get a bigger television instead of saying get a smaller one or we already have one. There’s nothing wrong with a 52” television except for the part where we never hook them up. No cable, no satellite not even an antenna, nope all we hook up to them is a DVD player and turn it on about 1-2 times a month.
I suppose we’ll see what happens with the television. The best part though was when we were leaving the store. My wife has not had gum since she was pregnant. Something to do with the artificial sugars being bad for a baby while in the womb. She’s a gum addict, and she came running to the counter as I was paying and pretty much knocked over a few people trying to get there before I swiped the debit card.
It was a box of gum and she was excited to be getting gum again. The little Monster was out of his seat though and my wife placed the gum and a pacifier on it. I picked it up to make room so that she could place him on it. After he’s all buckled in and we’re outside she begins looking for the gum. I deny having it, and so she begins to look under the little Monster thinking that she sat him on it. We are out doors its 40 degrees and she’s standing still in the middle of the road looking for gum under our child.
I point out that she’s blocking traffic just standing there, and she proceeds with a slow walk. Never getting her hands from between the little Monster’s butt and the seat. Feeling around looking for the gum. Finally she gives up and just gets in the car. I take the shopping cart to its proper place and pop a piece of gum in my mouth.
Once in the car my wife starts ranting about not having her gum and how much she wants it. A few minutes later she says “I can even smell it, I smell mint I want some gum now”. I cant help it I begin laughing. I give her the box of gum, seeing her eat it; it’s like watching a drug addict get his latest and much needed fix.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Monopoly
The Little Monster has taken every seat in the house. He has taken ownership of the jumper, swing set and the papasan. Yes those are all the seats in the house until yesterday. My wife finally got fed up with us not having any furniture. We sold and gave away most of our furniture when we moved from Nebraska to California.
We have been going to lots of furniture store’s that have been overpriced for quality workmanship and to stores that are underpriced with horrible furniture that seems as if it will fall apart after six months or so. Yesterday we went to a new furniture store that is owned by my parent’s neighbors. She took us thru out the store and told us which items to stay away from because they come from China and will not last. Finally we found the perfect balance.
Ouch the price tag was a bit hefty, not out of our range just more then we wanted to spend. Not to worry, she’s my parent’s neighbor and sure enough the hefty price tag vanished and came down drastically. That was the first time I did not have to negotiate a price, she just said this is the lowest point with me making a little profit.
When negotiating prices there has to be a balance between profit and what I’m willing to pay. No one wants to operate a business that loses money just because the product is being sold to a family member, friend or neighbor. The best part was when she said; I’ve already included the taxes into the price.
Now I just have to wait for her to call and say that her truck is ready to roll so that I can have them delivered. I’m not paying for the delivery; I’m using her truck. My wife wants to go back to purchase a bedroom set now.
Now we have seats of our own, until the Little Monster grows and claims those as well.
We have been going to lots of furniture store’s that have been overpriced for quality workmanship and to stores that are underpriced with horrible furniture that seems as if it will fall apart after six months or so. Yesterday we went to a new furniture store that is owned by my parent’s neighbors. She took us thru out the store and told us which items to stay away from because they come from China and will not last. Finally we found the perfect balance.
Ouch the price tag was a bit hefty, not out of our range just more then we wanted to spend. Not to worry, she’s my parent’s neighbor and sure enough the hefty price tag vanished and came down drastically. That was the first time I did not have to negotiate a price, she just said this is the lowest point with me making a little profit.
When negotiating prices there has to be a balance between profit and what I’m willing to pay. No one wants to operate a business that loses money just because the product is being sold to a family member, friend or neighbor. The best part was when she said; I’ve already included the taxes into the price.
Now I just have to wait for her to call and say that her truck is ready to roll so that I can have them delivered. I’m not paying for the delivery; I’m using her truck. My wife wants to go back to purchase a bedroom set now.
Now we have seats of our own, until the Little Monster grows and claims those as well.
Monday, November 2, 2009
You know you have it made….
You know you have it made when your wife comes home from work and asks if you would like anything to eat, goes into the kitchen and prepares the only thing she knows how a sandwich.
She does not ask how your day went but instead says honey you look tense let me give you a foot rub. She takes time out of her schedule to appreciate the husband who sleeps in late and takes care of the children.
She takes even more time washing, drying, ironing, folding and putting your cloths away after work. Then asks, “Is this where you wanted your clothes? If not I can move them.”
Yes that’s the life she goes off to work the man stays behind and figures out how to spend the money. Then at the end of the day, after being exhausted from performing the childcare, have you wife come home and pamper you. I love being King of my own household.
Did I mention I moved a washer and dryer up the stairs, moved my wife’s china from 100 yards, and then carried it up stairs. Dealt with a crying toddler, while I ran off to the store to purchase a dryer vent hose, and washer hose. Removed the sliding glass door to install and adjust the washer and dryer. Re-install the sliding glass door, run to crying infant who wants a bottle NOW. Wash all the dishes; take out the trash, re-locate birds. Run back to the little Monster who now wants to be held all day.
I have an appointment to take my written test for California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation. I can’t wait to go back to my stress free environment of working with rapist’s, murderer’s, drug offenders, and the whole underbelly of society. That job is easy compared to being at home all day.
She does not ask how your day went but instead says honey you look tense let me give you a foot rub. She takes time out of her schedule to appreciate the husband who sleeps in late and takes care of the children.
She takes even more time washing, drying, ironing, folding and putting your cloths away after work. Then asks, “Is this where you wanted your clothes? If not I can move them.”
Yes that’s the life she goes off to work the man stays behind and figures out how to spend the money. Then at the end of the day, after being exhausted from performing the childcare, have you wife come home and pamper you. I love being King of my own household.
Did I mention I moved a washer and dryer up the stairs, moved my wife’s china from 100 yards, and then carried it up stairs. Dealt with a crying toddler, while I ran off to the store to purchase a dryer vent hose, and washer hose. Removed the sliding glass door to install and adjust the washer and dryer. Re-install the sliding glass door, run to crying infant who wants a bottle NOW. Wash all the dishes; take out the trash, re-locate birds. Run back to the little Monster who now wants to be held all day.
I have an appointment to take my written test for California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation. I can’t wait to go back to my stress free environment of working with rapist’s, murderer’s, drug offenders, and the whole underbelly of society. That job is easy compared to being at home all day.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Picnic in the Park
I woke up early Saturday morning, but not early enough to make it to church. Looked over at my wife who seemed, who looked as if she wanted to do something different, something not part of our routine, something spontaneous from before we had our monster. I asked if she wanted to have a picnic in the park instead. Her eyes glazed over and pretty much shouted at me, not a mean shout but a happy YES.
She immediately became half undressed; she’d been half dressed for church, and redressed for a picnic instead. I went into the kitchen to prepare our meal; my wife does not do much of the cooking. I made us some black bean patty sandwiches with spinach, cheese (sharp cheddar), tomato and Caesar salad dressing (we were out of mayonnaise). I cleaned out two water bottles and filled them with mango nectar, and placed them in a little cooler bag. I even placed a few carrots into a snack bag, for us. I took all the food and carefully placed it into our wicker picnic box, that we have only used on one other occasion and that was to the beach, before we moved to Omaha, Ne to become land locked.
I rummaged thru our closet and picked out two blankets, I have misplaced my picnic blanket, which is waterproof. I pulled out our little Monster’s stroller from the closet and switched it out for the one in my car. I then packed everything into the car including my little Devil and his food supply.
We arrive to the park and pick out the perfect spot; I lay out the blankets and prepare for our feast. I took a few pictures of the wildlife in the area. As we are reaching the endpoint to our picnic we hear sirens and screams for help. The sirens get closer and there in the park’s parking lot are four police cruisers. Patrolmen jump out of their cars and run into the park. One of them jumps a fence into one of the homes back yard, two of them are barely able to climb over the fence and fall on the ground as they finally make it over. Others just did not even try, I am feeling confident in the police department at this moment.
We decide to pack and leave. As we are leaving the park my wife and I could 14 police cruisers and 1 police motorcycle. Next time we have a picnic I supposed I’d go armed. My wife wanted something out of our normal routine and that’s exactly what she got.
She immediately became half undressed; she’d been half dressed for church, and redressed for a picnic instead. I went into the kitchen to prepare our meal; my wife does not do much of the cooking. I made us some black bean patty sandwiches with spinach, cheese (sharp cheddar), tomato and Caesar salad dressing (we were out of mayonnaise). I cleaned out two water bottles and filled them with mango nectar, and placed them in a little cooler bag. I even placed a few carrots into a snack bag, for us. I took all the food and carefully placed it into our wicker picnic box, that we have only used on one other occasion and that was to the beach, before we moved to Omaha, Ne to become land locked.
I rummaged thru our closet and picked out two blankets, I have misplaced my picnic blanket, which is waterproof. I pulled out our little Monster’s stroller from the closet and switched it out for the one in my car. I then packed everything into the car including my little Devil and his food supply.
We arrive to the park and pick out the perfect spot; I lay out the blankets and prepare for our feast. I took a few pictures of the wildlife in the area. As we are reaching the endpoint to our picnic we hear sirens and screams for help. The sirens get closer and there in the park’s parking lot are four police cruisers. Patrolmen jump out of their cars and run into the park. One of them jumps a fence into one of the homes back yard, two of them are barely able to climb over the fence and fall on the ground as they finally make it over. Others just did not even try, I am feeling confident in the police department at this moment.
We decide to pack and leave. As we are leaving the park my wife and I could 14 police cruisers and 1 police motorcycle. Next time we have a picnic I supposed I’d go armed. My wife wanted something out of our normal routine and that’s exactly what she got.
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