End of year post.

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The last of 2007's peeves and musings.

On all these cooking shows, world renowned chefs can't even pronounce "Jalapeno" It's NOT 'HAL-A-PEENO". It's "HAL-AH-PEN-YO"

To the young girl at the pharmacy counter: Please don't comment on the medicines I am purchasing, I really don't care that You would rather 'kill yourself" than have to take all those pills. If you can't keep your stupid opinions to yourself you shouldn't be interacting with customers.

I've had some people gripe about me getting 30 comments on a boring shitty post and them not get any comments on their stellar epic post. Then when I tried pay them a visit, there was no link at all. I don't have any ego regarding the unexpected success of this blog so instead of getting uppity just ask me to link you. I'll be happy to send some traffic your way.

To the guy working the cash register who had to call a manager for a price check because he didn't know "4 for a dollar" translated to 25 cents each....uh what fucking planet are you from?

Lose Pronounced "Looze" means to misplace.... Loose " Rhymes with goose" means not tight. It's not that difficult a concept.

Tylenol or Acetaminophen is found in almost all cold medicines and pain relievers It's very bad for the liver (especially if taken in combination with alcohol) and an accidental overdose can be deadly. Especially with children. Try ibuprofen instead.

What is it with these people that go out in public in their pajama bottoms, fuzzy slippers and hair all sticking up? Has our society declined so much that people no longer even bother getting dressed?

And what the fuck is this begging for money on blog posts? I'm seeing it more and more. "Hi I ate pudding today and then took a big dump signed: blogman: Send me 2 dollars with paypal if you liked this post " I find myself not wanting to visit these blogs. Maybe if they had a sick kid or were having problems paying for bandwidth I could understand. But just sending someone money for no particular reason doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me. Am I just being a selfish asshole?

Oh well that's enough bitching for this year. I can start fresh tomorrow

Happy New Year to all my friends!

... and be safe!

Somthing a little different

My uncle gave me some pictures that I had never seen before. It was eerie to see my family members in these 50 + year old pictures. These people seemed so old when I met them. Some were gone before I was born.

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On the back left are my grandmother and grandfather and the kid in the white T shirt on the right with the flat top is my Uncle. The rest are cousins that I haven't seen since I rode a Big wheel.

Far left is my Uncle Frank, Who died this past year. He was a crazy character who I liked a lot. Next to him is my great grandfather, who I never got to meet but from what I understand, I inherited his temperment.

This is a pic of my uncle bud (Edward). I got to meet him a couple times when he was a nice old man. From what everyone tells me, in his youth Bud was a brawler and a hell raiser who nobody dared mess with. Whenever one of the younger kids such as my mom, screwed up, Bud would give them an ass whooping they would not soon forget. All the way up into his seventies he was a wild man, smoking and drinking and dating 5 women at once.

Deep thoughts.

Went out to see my dad today. He's waiting to get his second knee replacement and I wanted to get out there and let him visit with the kids and give him a present.

He got my girls a couple of camping kits with sleeping bags, flashlight canteen etc.. My son got $25 to go to the sporting goods store to buy the bow and arrow set he's been wanting.

Dad's wife Samantha was out there, I usually dread her presence but she was on decent behavior today.

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She has a new baby grand daughter. Samantha's 30 year old daughter has babies by unknown men and then dumps them off on Samantha and my dad for them to raise. Then once they are about 6 she takes them away to punish them for overstepping their role as grandparents.

Cute baby, I'm glad it will have my dad around as some kind of positive male influence.

My dad moved out of his big house and is staying in the remodeled guest house. across the driveway. It's tiny and kind of run down but he's happy to have his own space. His regular house is like a weird old mansion/ 4 story concrete bunker, but no ones been living in it it's kind of become neglected.

I spent three summers out there remodeling and painting and it seems everything has gone back to worse than it was before when it was used for raves and lived in by goth potheads.

Oh well, I guess we'll start on it again.

Whenever I go out there my dad is starving for intelligent conversation so we never talk about crap. Everything we discuss is on the highest realm of philospophy, politics, science and spirituality. It's challenging to keep up with him but we always make each other think. It's even better with beer but we just guzzled black coffee instead.

So while we talked, the kids played on the trampoline, and chased the animals around. Roxy the doberman kept a close eye on the children and made sure they kept out of trouble.

This weird dog greets everyone with a huge grin. It scares most people who don't know her but she was trained to smile before my dad got her. Trouble is she went to obedience school and was taught dozens of commands in German but they lost the instruction book.

She has a weird habit of smiling and rubbing her butt on people while making grunting noises. I don't know if they do that in Germany or the dog got some other kind of training we don't know about...

If Samantha stays settled down I hope to spend more time out there. It's always interesting.

Hat tip to morning glory

Getting older beats the alternative

People aren't always kind when you cross the threshold from being a young man and start heading down the hump where there really isn't any going back.

You know, when you reach the point where anyone under 40 calls you sir and women no longer see you as a viable sex object. (unless you drive an expensive sports car)

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A cousin noticed the white hairs in my beard and started calling me old man. It's not fair.. I don't comment on her giant camel toe...

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I'm not going to use that beard dye either, that shit looks awful. Ever see that guy on the oxy clean commericals?...sheesh he swims in that shit.

It's also getting more difficult to bend over and pick things up and if I'm down on the floor working on something or playing with the kids, standing up takes planning and a conscious effort...maybe it's time to start exercising a little. Or stop getting down on the floor...

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I've already cut way back on my eating. I used to be able to go to a buffet and tear the shit out of it right to the point where the joint loses money and the manager turns off the "open" sign... These days I can barely finish one plate of salad.

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I also have to be careful not to eat anything that will make me blow the covers off the bed . You know, the gas that is so bad to where it sounds like your ass cheeks are applauding.

Bad attitude goes along with getting older. I see some of these young ignorant punks walking around and I just want to kick them in the balls..not because I am jealous of their youth,...just because the look of those worthless greasy bastards pisses me off.

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I also have no idea what bands are popular now, when someone tries to talk to me about music. I'm about as clueless as someone who has been in a coma since 1989. Goo goo dolls? Slipknot? Sounds like an erotic bookstore.

I realized the other day..Most of my underwear is older than Brittney Spears...and she doesn't even wear any...that news would have been titillating in my youth, now it's just gross and shameful. (not my underwear..her lack of it) Mine is just ratty and has broken elastic. come to think of it.. just like Britney Spears Vagina...

I enjoy napping now. I used to think it was a waste of free time, but now napping is a necessity.

Getting older isn't all bad. I'm wiser and smarter than I ever was and I sure as hell don't get fooled and scammed like I used to. My motto is, if someone is selling something and their lips are moving, you can pretty much assume it's bullshit coming out of their mouth.

I can also tell youngins..."Back in my day a video game only cost a quarter, we only had 8 colors, gas was a dollar, our phones were attached to the wall and our music came on tape."

Yeah those were the good old days. I need a nap.

Christmas eve rundown

Went over to my inlaws this evening. I had let my daughters spend the night before. My mother in law made them fancy christmas dresses from the parts of old bridesmaid dresses that her mother had made.

I was dreading going over because my sister in law, her live in boyfriend and son who haven't spoken to me in three years were supposed to be there. There wasn't any reason for them to be mad at us except for the fact that we are still on good terms with her older son that she is feuding with and she thinks my wife took her place as a surrogate mother.

Whatever..

I had the car bar™ ready (mother in law is weird about alcohol) and I braced myself with a big glass of gin and cranberry. They came in the door and started acting normal. They didn't speak to me at first but I walked up and shook their hands and said "Merry Christmas" the night was fine after that. It was anti-climactic but what a relief. I didn't feel like drinking after that. except some pinapple wine...weird shit (not sweet at all)

I had brought extra presents without any names on them just in case, and I'm glad I did. I gave all those bastards presents...Hahahaha! Fuckers.

Soon, everyone opened their gifts, Since my inlaws just got back from Hawaii I got a wooden sushi tray. I also got some guinness pint glasses and a cheese board. I also got a keychain engraved with my name translated into hawaiian "iekie" hmm it's probably a tourist scam...

The kids got tons of shit. I had to make 6 trips to the truck. It was nice of them but I'm wondering where in the fuck all these piles of toys are going to go...

We got home around nine and let the kids open more presents that my mother had mailed, and then sent them off to bed.

Santa showed up a short time later, delivered presents, ate milk and cookies and that bastard got fireplace soot all over the living room carpet.

Oh well.

Hope everyone's Christmas went as well.

New Hammer Video

"No Virginia, they are just idiots"

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,318195,00.html

A GANG of drunk Santas wreaked havoc in a New Zealand cinema this weekend, pushing families out of the way, ripping down posters and shouting "ho, f*****g ho".

The crowd, thought to be students, ran into the Hoyts cinema in the CBD of the South Island city of Christchurch on Saturday afternoon, the Press newspaper reported.

Kate Gorman, 35, was waiting to see "Enchanted" with her two young children.

"At least 50 drunk idiots dressed up like Santa came in through the main door," she said. "They were kicking things over, ripping down posters and smashing everything in sight."

"They were all dressed as Santa and shouting 'ho f*****g ho'," she told the paper.

Her children, Gabriella, 6, and Jackson, 7, had been confused by the incident, she said.

"They asked me, 'are they Santa's helpers gone crazy?' and I said `no, they are just idiots'.

The cinema was evacuated for 30 minutes while the gang was dealt with. Police said there had been no arrests.

I thought I had seen and heard it all...

I'll do a meme cause it's Christmas

1. Wrapping or gift bags? Bags when I can get away with it. My wrapping looks like dog shit.

2. Real or artificial tree? Artificial. Cause the real ones kept falling out of the stand.

3. When do you put up the tree? Anytime in December upt till 2 weeks before.

4. When do you take the tree down? Usually March or April.

5. Do you like eggnog? Too sweet although tolerable with some good burbon

6. Favorite gift received as a child? My Bike

7. Do you have a nativity scene? Yeah, handmade by my wife's uncle she rarely puts it out because a camel lost his head somewhere.

8. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? A baby blue V neck velour 3/4 sleeve shirt thing. I think my mom was still hoping that I was gay.

9. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail

10. Favorite Christmas Movie? Charlie Brown Christmas.

11. When do you start shopping for Christmas? November sometime.

12. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Tamales.

13. Clear lights or colored on the tree? Lots of colored. Can I still say colored?

14. Favorite Christmas song? Rudolph the red nosed reindeer.

15. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Stay the hell home I used to do 6 different Christmases and it about ruined the day.

16. Can you name all of Santa’s reindeer? Probably but I'm not going to.

17. Angel on the tree top or a star? a star, the angel from my childhood is looking ragged.

18. Open the presents Christmas Eve or Christmas Morning? Eve, kids get morning.

19. Most annoying thing about this time of year? Not knowing what to get or if I should get something for someone who I only see once every couple years.

20. Do you decorate your tree in any specific theme or color? Hell no. All mixed up.

21. What do you leave for Santa? cookies and milk.

22. Least favorite holiday song? Any of that Diva crap with the 10 minute high notes that completely obliterate the song.

23. Favorite ornament? homemade.

I think I'm about ready.

All the gifts are bought. I hope...

I'm a little worried about Christmas eve. Some people in my family who refuse to speak to me and the wife are going to be at the gathering. I'm trying to figure out whether to ignore them or just drink alot so I don't notice them... damn I hate uncomfortable situations.

I just want the kids to enjoy themselves, so any way to avoid drama will be fine.

Speaking of the kids, they are all on antibiotics and feeling better. We caught the strep early so it didn't get them too sick.

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Even though my wife gets seven weeks paid vacation each year, she has to work through Christmas day to make sure everything gets done. The nice thing is that she will be able to take some time off right after the last plane takes off 6:AM on the 25th, so we can spend some time together. She loves her job, but the holidays have always been rough in her industry.

My wife took the girls to see the Nutcracker at the playhouse downtown so I'm going to take the boy to see National Treasure while they are gone.

Well I hope everyone has a terrific holiday and thank you to sweething for the nice friendship post.

Quick update

I haven't been around the computer much lately. Between kids sick with strep, the wife working odd ungodly hours and getting ready for Christmas, things have been out of sorts. After the 25th I should have time to stop by and check all 8 dozen of my favorite bloggers that I have been neglecting for the last week or so.

I hope everyone has a great Christmas, Hannukah or whatever pagan animal sacrifice you are into this time of the year.

Looking forward to reading you soon!

This song always puts me in the Christmas spirit

Youtube banned the other one so I with great effort cobbled another one together

Short break

I'm swamped with holiday stuff and other tasks this week. sorry for the lack of postas and visits.

I should have more time later this week. Hope everyone is enjoying the season.

a new video

lolcats 8

Dong fu?

I'm utterly speechless.

Just minding my own business

The weather here has been freaky. One day it's 40 and windy, the next day it's 75 and humid as hell. It's hard to dress the kids for school because I never know if the frigging temperature is going to be. I was warned when I first moved to Texas "If you don't like the weather don't fret...just wait around 5 minutes and it will change.


I was at the drive through car wash the other day getting ready to type in my code, when I noticed a guy already parked in the wash bay. The sign was telling him to drive out, but the guy kept backing up and going forward. Finally he got out and started to look around. I told him that the wash was over and the computer is telling him to drive through.. The guy was a shaved head tattooed guy about 20. He yelled: "I didn't get my fucking wash" I told him to go inside and get his money back. The kid starts freaking out and opened his truck door so hard that it hit the machine and knocked his side mirror off. The whole time he's repeatedly screaming "FUCK!!!"

Apparently his transmission was still in gear because the truck started taking off without him he's hanging on the door and being dragged out of the car wash. He finally jumped in after nearly running himself over. In order to save face after looking so stupid, he started smoking his tires and driving like a maniac though the gas station parking lot.

After that, I figured I could wait and wash my car later.

Took the kids to see Santa this evening. No lines no waiting, it was awesome. They also switched the surly asshole elves from last year for friendly nice ones who know how to treat paying customers. I bet Santa sent the rude little asshole elves to the salt mines in Siberia.

Poor little Marvin got kicked out of the doghouse again at 3:00am and was left shivering in the rain. (He's the dog on my banner) He doesn't have any fur to keep him warm so I brought him inside and let him sleep on my lap in the recliner. When I woke up he was on the coffee table eating the last piece of my birthday cake. I figured what the hell... let him live a little.

Just posting fluff today, I'll probably be in ranting form tomorrow.

Here's a funny.

Life is never boring

The guy across the street that was on stress leave disability and getting full pay from my wife's company got busted. I told the insurance company that that I saw the him remodeling a house and gave them the cell phone number on the for sale sign. Turns out that was his personal cell phone. He's busted and cut off from further benefits. The house he remodeled isn't selling either. The guy has been milking the system for 4 years and nobody has been able to catch him till now.

I guess the bad guys do get theirs every once in a while.

My mother in law gave me a boo hoo story about how rotten her last few Christmases have been. Seems Hammer's family has been the only ones showing up. The rest of the family has been making excuses not to be around us. I guess they are still mad at us for not excommunicating my nephew and his wife. Sorry, it's not my fight and the I raised the kid like a son. He stays.

I finally snapped and told dear mother in law that it's not our fault that no one shows up to Christmas and if our company and her grand kids aren't good enough for her we can just as easily stay home too. She got the message. I'm sick and tired of being called the bad guy for doing the right thing.

My Daughter who just turned 8 today is really excelling in school. I love running into to her first grade teacher who a few short months ago assured us our daughter should not be promoted and telling her that my little failure is making straight A's. Her reading teacher said that she may be gifted. Take that! HA!

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I finally talked to Gary who had that unfortunate episode at my house a few months back. I told him I wasn't angry anymore. It turns out that night caused him a lot of trouble. He's going to California for a few months to train for a new job. He says he quit drinking and is trying to turn his life around. Hell, maybe awful events can trigger good endings. I wish him the best.

I've put my kids on rat patrol. We've been finding dead rodents all throughout our yard. My little girls snatch them up like it's nothing (using tools of course) but my son is deathly afraid of anything icky and goes into full panic attacks. I stuck to my guns and made him scoop up the rat anyway. I feel bad about it, but the kid has to learn to overcome fear and do unpleasant tasks anyway. I used to be the same as him, but I had to bite the bullet and face my fears no matter how debilitating.

Well there's some good news for ya. I can't always be bitching and griping.

Another day at the rat palace

My oldest daughter wanted to have her birthday at the Chuck-E-Cheese again this year. I tried to talk her out of it but she had her heart set. The school requires that we invite every kid in her class if she hands out invitations at all, which I can partially understand.

We never know who to expect, but thankfully for my daughters sake, 5 or 6 of her classmates showed up. One mother brought her teenage daughter as well and started acting bossy and crass. I hate it when people bring extra kids that don't even know my kid and expect us to feed them and give them game tokens. For the sake of being a good host, I just kept my mouth shut.

What is it with people? Our kids don't particularly look like us. They are small, petite and brown while I am tall and my wife and I have light skin. Everyone has to make a big deal over this fact and go on and on how my daughters are 7 and 8 years old and weigh 40 pounds.

It's like they are trying to get us to explain ourselves. It's none of their fucking business that we adopted neglected malnourished, abused, children of Hispanic descent. Why am I expected to make excuses for the way they look? I just don't say anything and the nosy assholes get really frustrated not knowing what the deal is.

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I don't make comments about their 8 year old being 30 pounds overweight and having unwashed hair. Maybe next time I will.

There are three different types of mothers that bring kids to these parties. One type brings their kids because they are really best friends at school and the child begs to go, another brings their kid because they want someone to show up when they give a birthday party, another is a professionally party goer that goes to every single one and camps out with their cross stitch or a book and doesn't speak a word to anyone, and the last type drops their kid off and goes shopping.

I'm pretty new to this kid party thing but I'm learning.

What really pisses me off is the mother that shows up 30 minutes late after the party is over to pick up her kid like it's nothing. Assholes...

My daughter had a good time and enjoyed her friends and gifts so I guess that's all that matters.

Some questions that just aren't asked.

I've got some questions that seem to be avoided by most people...either because they don't think of them or they are afraid to ask. This is why I think kid's are great, They aren't afraid to question what is going on around them. (Then get shushed by their parents).


Why is it perfectly acceptable for a black person to say he is supporting a candidate because he is black but if a white person said he was going to support a white candidate he would be burned in effigy, be called a racist and face public scorn.


Why do women get breast implants? They look ridiculous, the scars are horrific, and the nipples don't work anymore. Why on earth would a real man insist or request that his girlfriend, spouse or daughter go under the knife for something so meaningless and destructive?


Why do we pretend that people leaving a bar at 2:00am are ok to drive. Is it just ok if you make it home in one piece? Why don't the cops camp out in front of a night club and arrest everyone that comes out for public intoxication or wait 30 seconds and get them for DUI?


Why is it the political left is so busy defending Muslims and their beliefs when these same Muslims if given half a chance would behead or stand by and watch a Muslim government execute every last one of them for adultery, homosexuality and other various crimes against allah.


Why do the Japanese continue to deny their role as an aggressor in WWII? Why are Japanese students only taught that America dropped an atomic bomb as a senseless act of aggression?


Why do we censor our exported movies and TV programs to cater to this denial of the atrocities committed by imperial Japan?

I guess I'll keep on wondering.

NBC says "thank you to troops" message is too political

UPDATE: NBC changes it's mind and agrees to air ad thanking troops. Squeaky wheel gets the grease.



http://charmingjustcharming.blogspot.com/2007/12/boycott-assholes.html

NBC never has a problem showing commercials for left leaning political causes
why all the sudden is this message too controversial?

Hillary's cookies

Hat tip to: Grouchy old Cripple

Easy French onion Soup

Ingredients:

6 or 7 medium onions of white or yellow varieties.

1/4 cup olive oil

1 stick of unsalted butter

1 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon cracked black pepper

1.5 cups of a good Chardonnay.

5 cups of water

1 large crusty loaf of french or Italian bread.]

Thick slices of mozzarella, provolone or any mild soft white cheese.

If you have a food processor or mandolin, peel the onions slice them in half from top to bottom then make thin "C" shaped slices.

Pour the olive oil in the pot and turn the stove top to high.

Place the onion slices in the pot along with the salt.

Every thirty seconds, using a wooden spoon flip the onions so that they all get a chance to be on the bottom of the pot. Add the stick of butter. Keep a close eye on the pot and don't leave it unattended. Soon the onions will start tuning a light taupe to carmel color. Stir for another 2 minutes. Turn the heat down to medium when all the onions are a uniform light brown color.

Add the wine and stir it into the pot. The alcohol will quickly cook off but the flavor will remain. At this time add the 5 cups of water and the black pepper.

Cover the pot and turn the heat down to low and let the pot simmer for 30 to 45 min.

Place a couple of hunks of bread in your soup bowl.

Pour two or three heaping ladles of the onion soup over the bread and add a slice of cheese on top. If you have earthenware soup bowls, you can place them under the broiler to melt the cheese.

Pour yourself a glass of the leftover wine and enjoy your soup.

Been thinkin

When I enter a government building and see marble floors, fancy architecture and artwork hanging on the walls, it really irks me that my tax dollars went to pay for this superflous crap.

Buildings used for government services and administration need to be prefab corrugated metal structures with minimal accouterments and just enough furniture and personnel to get the job done.

Organic foods... Either they have an odd unpleasant flavor, the exact same flavor of the normal item or no flavor at all. I'm reluctant to pay twice as much for something that isn't twice as good. I'll take my chances with the pesticides.

Why doesn't anyone complain about singers and dancers constantly grabbing and rubbing their crotch during their performances. I think Michael Jackson started it. My daughter asked me the other day why the singer on TV kept grabbing at her privates..." Dad, does she have to go potty?"

I just saw this on the news: " The new co-host of "The View," Sherri Shepherd, insisted Tuesday that Christianity was older than ancient Greece, and even Judaism.
Shepherd — who said earlier this year that she didn't know if the world was flat or round — said during a short-lived discussion of Greek philosophy on Tuesday's show that she was pretty sure nothing "predated Christians."

WTF? How could this ignorant tart ever get a job making french fries much less be paid millions to be on a daytime talk show? What on earth would this idiot have to add to an intelligent discussion?

I have to admit that sometimes while flipping channels I'll stop on Maury when he has the " Who's the daddy" segment. Some ghetto, trash hootchie has a toddler on her knee and seven prison tattooed gangster looking lowlifes lined up and she doesn't know who the father is.... To me it's hilarious to watch them squirm.

These new smart cars, you know, the ones with the computer, DVD player in the dash and all the blue tooth shit... People drive bad enough already. Putting all this shit in front of the driver is irresponsible to say the least. I can just see some lady putting on makeup, drinking coffee and checking her Email while driving 70 on the freeway then plowing into a bus load of kids.

I guess I'm done thinking for today...

Appreciating the differences.

As my son gets older and begins to display more of his own personality, I'm reminded of the way I was at 11 years old. I remember those days very clearly. They weren't the happiest times for me but I had my moments.

My son had his 5th grade Christmas play last night. I truly detest going to these things. The parents, their brats, the off key, politically correct, diverse and environmentally aware performances make me cringe. Honestly, I really don't think anyone cares how they celebrate Christmas in Namibia or how real Christmas trees damage the environment.

My kid loves being in these plays, he likes to perform and really gets into it. I was the exact opposite. I always prayed for some kind of catastrophe to happen so the play would be canceled. Tornadoes or a first strike from the Russians were my first choices.

I try to be supportive and not get freaked out when he wants to have a lead part in a play. I'm sure it's a lot healthier than my piss poor attitude.

It's just hard for me to get used to. As a child, I was sullen, extremely self conscious and approached most things with caustic irreverence. It's only been in my thirties that I've loosened up and not been such a stick in the mud.

Lately, I've been trying to have long talks with the boy, to try and dispel some illusions and build some knowledge about human nature. I don't want him to repeat my errors in judgement that could have been avoided through the basic knowledge that a good percentage of the population are self centered, sadistic assholes.

He's a good kid, and we have several things in common. He is kind, generous and has a silly sense of humor. I'm particularly proud that he befriends classmates that are rejected by the others. He is blind to the fact that some kids are handicapped, or have peculiar life issues. He treats them like everyone else and defends them from others who are not so accepting.

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He confided in me the other day he traded punches with the class bully/behavioral issue/future felon. Apparently this bad kid killed the class pet and then tried to blame my son. Push came to shove and my normally gentle kid socked him a few times. Nothing came of it, I was proud that he is learning to stand up for himself but had to remind him there are very few circumstances where he is going to be able to fight back without getting punished somehow.

Things are much different these days... some things are for better but mostly for the worse.

I'm a tough disciplinarian. When my children screw up I let them have it. They get one chance to tell me the truth and explain to me what they did and why it was wrong. I accept nothing less. If it takes three hours, so be it. I can't stand self destructive behavior and I tolerate liars even less.

I know hormones and brain chemistry play a big role in behavior and attitude. I try to keep this in mind, but when the boy has a testosterone moment and mouths off to me, I purposely overreact and fly off the handle. Met with such quick and overwhelming force the kid backs down quickly and he is never emboldened by getting away with punk behavior.

I just need to come to grips with the fact that my son is different than me. He is definitely happier and more well adjusted than I was. I'm grateful that he will most likely have happy carefree memories of his childhood and he will grow up to be a better man than I.

Some holiday cheer

We did the tree last night. It has about a 50 year collection of different ornaments from all of our extended families, school projects and gifts from different people. I prefer these kinds of decorations rather than the single theme tree.

No rants today. Chavez got his bloated butt handed to him by the voters.

They released the British teacher from Sudan and she immediately flew her happy ass back home before some crazy raghead could murder her.

I enjoy some happy news once in a while.

Oh yeah here is another lolcats video I made.

Questions complaints and ponderings

How long are you supposed to stand at a counter unnoticed before you start raising a stink and calling attention to the fact that all 5 people working on the other side have successfully ignored you for the last 5 minutes.

It makes me uptight. Part of me doesn't want to be an obnoxious prick but the other part wants to jump up and down and yell for them to drop their cocks and start taking care of their customers.

Who thought it was a good idea to have a Christmas show program with grade school girls dressed in orange prison jumpsuits dancing to a profane rap song about "getting your freak on"? I am not joking...Very rarely am I that offended. Whoever put that little act together needs to be given a blanket party then shanked.

Who the hell ever decided to put soft core porn on HBO right after a children's movie such as Stewart Little. Don't they think the kids might still be sitting there with the TV on? Then my wife falls asleep watching a movie then the next day I turn on the TV and there's two naked people grindin away. The kids are eating their cereal while I frantically try to get the channel changed to something more wholesome. Who the hell watches porn at 7am on a Tuesday? Gross!

So they want to execute the British teacher in Sudan who let the kids name the bear Mohammed...after another child in the class...not the prophet. Send in the SAS commandos, rescue the teacher and nuke that shithole into a glass parking lot.

Chavez is trying to change Venezuela's constitution so he can be ruler for life like his ass spelunker buddy Fidel Castro. He says he will stop selling oil to the US if we claim the referendum and ballots are rigged....Sounds like he doth protest too much.

Why are we buying their fucking oil anyway? Boycott that shit. I will pull a fucking rickshaw with my family in it before I will support that damn commie regime....Remember... Chavez is Citgo

What is up with all these people killing their children, wives and girlfriends? Hopefully this isn't trend but instead the media just over reporting isolated cases. The news is frigging depressing. My homepage has 7 headline news stories about murder and horrific child abuse. Just drop the bastards off at the nearest gallows. This shit has got to stop.