2008 to 2010 Ooops! I Missed a Couple of Posts

It has been quite some time since my last post. My followers have abandoned me as I did them. Life has been quite interesting and full of surprises. Since my last post my wife graduated and is now a nuerosurgery PA. Also our family grew by one.

I really do need to start blogging again. This past time used to be a way for me to vent and keep my sanity. Needless to say, I'm insane.

Life is good, but can always be better. Time is flying by at the speed of light. I'm still persuing the fountain of youth. I used to think it was having children and the activity that goes along with it, but I have the greys to disprove that theory:)

I realize that this post is lacking focus, but at the end of the day this is what you get.

Cheers to all.

The Unexpected Ingredient

I must tell you that having a big family assures me of never running out of stories to blog about.


This evening Amanda was helping Robin make butter nut squash soup. Apparently you have to cook all the vegetables on the stove top and then while it’s still hot puree it in a food processor. As Robin was finished pureeing the delicious smelling soup and transferring it out of the food processor back into the pot, Amanda pulled a chair up to the kitchen counter to see what her mommy was making. As Amanda was watching her mother throw additional spices into the mix Amanda decided that it was her turn………She picked up our cordless telephone and in it went. My telephone that was a beautiful metallic grey was now dripping squash orange. I thought that it was dead. Obviously if the liquid didn’t kill it, the heat would have….right? I was amazed, I took a damp towel and dried it off; the darn thing still worked. After about a half hour we received a phone call and Robin picked up. She noticed that it was difficult to hear the person at the other end because squash had gotten into the ear holes. I’ll wait until it dries up and I’ll use a toothpick to clear it out.

Consumer Report: If you are in the market for a new cordless telephone, make sure the Panasonic KX-TG 5571 makes the short list.


Next…………..

Voicemail

It’s a necessary evil in the business world. When one is faced with the decision to leave a message or not, what do you do. There are those who are completely against leaving messages and those that state that a brief message is acceptable.


To leave or not to leave, that is the question. I myself take it on a case by case basis. With that said, have you ever left a message for someone and completely muffed it up? You have no choice but to continue leaving the message with the hopes that after you’re done you can press the pound key making the system go into menu mode. You would hear something like “If you are satisfied with your message, press 1; if you would like to re-record your message press 2. 22222222222 please oh please ….thank God.


I’ve been there and have been thankful. I’ve also been there when a re-record wasn’t an option. I can only imagine what the person that I left the muffed message for was thinking. Hmmm, should I call the police or wait till he calls me back to F*^k with him.

Oh, you’ve been there. Don’t deny it.

The Joys

So what is one to do when their six year son drops water on the floor and follows it up with “OH SHIT!”. You can’t really yell at him because there’s a good chance that he heard it from you. I really do try to watch myself around the kids, but sometimes you just slip. Anyway, I gave him that evil eye while trying to contain my laughter . It didn’t work, it was just too funny. After everything settled down I took him aside and tried to explain why we don’t use words like that. He knew it was wrong and apologized. I can’t wait to hear the next bad word he learns .

I’m watching TV while typing this up and I’m getting annoyed by all these erectile dysfunction commercials. Can we get a woman hygiene spot to offset all these ridiculous guy spots. Wow, I can’t believe it, an enlarged prostate commercial just aired OH SHIT! How about bringing back the famous spot showing a mother and daughter walking on the beach when all of a sudden the daughter turns to her mother and says “Mom, do you douche?”………………classic

Well, that’s all for now.

Wow! Has it been that long? ..........Really?

To all my friends, I'm sorry. I think about this blog often, but can never find the time to write on it. I have 3 of the 4 kids sleeping. My 23 month old was taken to the hospital to get play dough taken out of his ear. Yup, the reason I have time to write is because my goofy son wanted to see what having play dough in his ear was like.

My wife just called and it's out. They'll be home in 5 minutes.

All is well at casa de la insano.

PS. Robin is expecting again. This will be number 5............................god help us;) Time to get neutered I guess.

Sorry for the short post.

Hmmmmmmm....

There was a time early on in my days where I could jump out of bed and greet the world with tremendous vigor. There was a time early on in my life where my memory was sharp and clear.

Now

I get out of bed gently, slowly and greet the world with “oh shit, my back”. My memory loss is apparent whenever I meet someone for the first time and they give me their name, only for me to forget it 10 seconds into the conversation.

Good Times……..good times.

Greetings People

Happy Holidays to y’all.

What does December 25th spiritually mean to my family? Not much, we celebrate Chanukah in our home. The day off though was much welcomed; we kept the kids home from school and spent time as a family. Our project for the day was making doughnuts. Robin made the dough, the kids cut out the doughnuts and I fried them. After they cooled we topped them off with cinnamon, powdered sugar and regular sugar. The kids really didn’t eat a good dinner that day…..hmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I wonder why.

On another note, when there are kids around and you feel the need to swear, if you have common sense you would replace the word with something less harmful. You’d say Frickin instead of F*c”ing or crud instead of S*it; you kind of know what I mean, right, right?. The art of substitution must be paramount for a parent with young children.

With that said. I’m very good with substituting this for that but I am a firm believer now that being silent is better. I heard my five year old son tell his younger sister to give him the frickin ball. That word although much better than it’s relative still sounded bad to me.

Instead of substitution I’m going to be silent the next time I have the urge to swear. I figure if the later rubbed off on my son, this should too. Now, if my son starts to keep quiet, is it an indicator that he’s got all these disgusting swear words running through his head? …………………..Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Shit, I mean Crud.