Lunch Break Notes

A few days back I came across a status from one of my friends on Facebook. It was a simple question that I felt was being taken too lightly, considering the comments that were left. The question that was being asked was "Where can you find a husband?" Of course this being social media nobody seemed to get the question. This is what I gathered from answers like the dog park of the food store. I saw into the matter deeper than I should have. So keeping with the humorous theme, I gave my honest opinion but with my own twist. This was my response: Husbands are like plants. They start out as seeds, most of the time. You need to help it grow by giving it water, sun and a lot of time. Once you start to see it bud from the ground you can then start to trim it so it turns into what you want it to be. Take away the weeds and make sure bugs don't eat At the same time making sure you can return the growth. A better example of this is me, it took me A LOT of years before I asked

So things have been really tough lately with the little one. Day in and day out my wife has been having no luck with nap times, meals or anything else regarding the pint sized diaper demon. Everything has been fine up until a week ago. She screams, she has fits and she is so strong willed so there's no stopping her. Bedtime used to be our victory lap. Just lay her down and the night is ours. Now we put her down, she throws a fit and we monitor... on the monitor. Eventually she gives way and falls asleep but not without a fight. We hear the usual possibilities of teething or a fever but we just think that the devil has taken hold of our sweet angel. We are not the holy rolly types but my wife is convinced that be the case. Hell, she even prayed to God tonight. Not for thanks to the fine Chinese people that provided the evenings meal but rather to God in hopes that our child would sleep through the night. On a more serious note though, I would like for my daughter to dance in the t

Me and my wife have had our fair share of neighbors. We moved out together when I was in college and she was just graduating High School and NO! it’s not weird. We were dating all through High School. It’s not like I coaxed a Junior to move in with a grown man. However that is sort of how we were depicted by our first batch of neighbors. We were assumed to be the typical young, partygoers that you see in the movies or on TV, throwing parties every night of the week in a show of our newly found independence. That is not us and never will be.  Not to mention our first apartment was actually smaller than the living room that I am typing this note in. We fell victim to assumption for the noises that came from the apartment above us. Obnoxious sex noises coming from the open patio door of the 40 something year old woman that was seeing a man on the side, overheard a phone call, of her unknowing husband. Neighbors would slam the doors on us when we had groceries and they even threw our

So a couple of months ago I purchased yet another Subaru. I got myself my ultimate dad wagon. A 2001 Subaru Outback. It came with 205K on the miles, scratches…err.. scars along its sides from god knows what and some usual issues that you would expect from an old gal like this one. By the way, this is the first time that any of my cars was a female or any gender at all. They all have had their names that went along with them from Ol Blue to Equinso Ocha. Since this one is old, ugly form its scars and that annoying sea foam green that is starting to grow on me, this Outback has been dubbed Slug. Also due to the fact that she did not have a good pickup went we got it on the road.  I was very happy to be back in the driver seat of the most comfortable car I have ever driven. Once I was in the seat it was like I never left. Mind you, I got this car on the cheap so there were some issues, like I said earlier and that was to be expected. The engine had a slight bleed and a squeak when

So as you can imagine, my mind has been quite a wreck lately. So many thoughts both good an bad going through. With my mom passing, there was a lot of stuff to take care of still. There was so much to go through. A lot of the left over stuff was given to me. There was one item in particular that was given to me. This item caused my relapse. I am not proud of what I did. Did I feel better after wards? Absolutely! Who wouldn't? Even as stayed away from the stuff for going on over a year I couldn't say no... i was not strong enough... it tasted too good! I ate ham... c'mon guys get your head out of your asses, I'm not that weak. My mother had a ten pound smoked ham stashed away for the holiday that was near it's expiration so rather than see the poor guy tossed away, i took it home with me. Tonight was the night that my wife cooked it up and boy was it marvelous. The pineapples and the glaze were just too much for me. I started out saying to myself, I can stop af

This year Christmas came with a bit more sadness and upset than your usual dysfunctional family holiday. A week before Christmas, my mom passed away. It was a sudden event fueled by many different things. This has been very tough for me. Months before her death, my mother and I had a conversation, one of which I will always remember, where she told me that if anything were to ever happen to her that she would not want me to cry. Well Mom, I kept my word. No tears were dropped and those words keep pounding away in my head. I am locked into an oath that forces me to be present and aware during the whole mess that was her death. I was forced to watch with eyes wide open because nobody else's were. I got word of the incident via a Facebook post from my brother who I still believe had no idea who i was when i called to confirm. Within a few minutes, i was inbound to her house to see if he was mentally hallucinating, a likely possibility. I arrived on scene to police standing on her