Bed Time

Greetings,

It's nice to know that after 20 months of Mama putting the little one to bed(with only a couple of exceptions), Patrick will go to bed for daddy as well.

I was never jealous of his fixation on her. I knew he loved me, just as much as the boob...er....mommy. At some point he would favor me and the go back to her and so on.

I am just happy I can give my wonderful wife the freedom to go straight from work to an event without coming home to put the buddy to bed. She can go have fun. Adult fun. Without the kid.

So here's to you, always.

Slainte,

Kevin

Twilight

So I just bought the movie Twilight. Yes, I know it was directed at teens. In particular teen girls. But I bought it. And the books. Deal with it.

I am predisposed to like movies like this. Meaning those pulled from existing novels. It always grates on me when someone gets on a soapbox and has to tell everyone in the tri-state area how it didn't follow the book. And how bad it was. Guess what? You still paid to see it, and I bet you bought it as well. (Hrmm...Guess that was a soapbox of my own. Hee hee.) This movie was no exception.

As a matter of fact, I thought the movie improved a bit on Meyer's mediocre writing. In pictures and dialogue, the movie described better what was going on in two hours than the whole of the first book.

To give her credit, Meyer's writing improved greatly over the four book series. Perhaps that was due to the fan base being different that she intended. Not all of us are pre-teen or teen girls. Oh, and not all of us are that whiny. But I digress.

I enjoyed the movie. I enjoyed trying to figure out what places in Oregon they were. I know some of them from reading, but I recognized the Columbia river and gorge during the top of the tree scene. And I'm pretty sure I have been to the beach the used for La Push. The lighthouse rang a bell or two.

The movie flowed well. The fight with James could have lasted longer, but oh well.

The only bit that bugged me a little was the cars. I can understand the Volvo. She never really mentions what model it is in the book, only that Edward takes the family to school in it. But Rose's car. Meyer specifically names it as a BMW M3. Not a Mercedes.

Anyway, have I rambled enough? Bottom line, I'm glad I bought the movie. Tomorrow I will by the new James Bond. Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!

Slainte,

Kevin

Nuff Said

Change

One morning I prayed.
I didn't know what I wanted.
I didn't even know where to start.
I just prayed.
Prayed and talked about what I didn't want,
And what scared me.

Slowly it came to me,
Through this conversation with my God.
The thing I was most afraid of,
Was what I wanted.
Something that had haunted me time and again.
Had been my tormentor.
Little did I know it would be the catalyst,
That started the rest of my life.

I prayed for change.
A change in myself,
And a change in what I wanted.

Strength,
Determination,
Beauty,
Compassion,
Love,
Caring,
Peace.

Some of these,
I already had.
Some needed changing.
Others I didn't have at all.
And so I prayed.

It is funny,
How God gives us what we want.
Even though the journey is not what we expect.

That summer,
For many of us,
Was just this side of Hell.
God was teaching me.
Teaching me that I was not with the right person.
This was not the person I prayed for.
She took me on a ride.
One that would leave marks,
But without hurt, there is no chance to heal.
And Learn.

And then with the subtleness,
That only God can have,
My prayers were answered.
He showed me who I needed.
And for once,
I had eyes to see.

Our path together began.

Little was I prepared
For what lay ahead.
So much learning,
So much growing,
So much love.

I stand in awe.

Marks were turned into lessons.
The veil was lifted.
Love took me by surprise.

The woman I prayed for,
Began to unlock,
Things in me I didn't know I had.
Aspects buried deep,
Never nurtured,
Until she came.

Strength,
Determination,
Beauty,
Compassion,
Love,
Caring,
Peace.

She taught me Strength
She taught me Determination.
She improved everything else.
Through her,
I found a Peace I never dreamed,
Could one day come to me.

Only through learning about myself,
Could I be the best person to her.

Only through learning from her,
Could I break away and find myself.
And be proud of who I had become.
Prayer,

Change,

Peace.

All that I am is yours, my love.
May you always be my inspiration.


Slainte,

Kevin

Grumble

So, I read a post on a blog. It pissed me off. I mean, like really pissed me off. I couldn't belive someone had formed an opinion of me based off of so little information. But that's free speech for you. I proceeded to write a lengthy blog post of my own taking this person apart. If any of you caught it, your lucky. It was up for a grand total of about 33 minutes. That was about the time I decided to take it down. No matter how mad I was, no matter how wrong he was, I couldn't have something linking me to what he was talking about. Not on my own blog. Even though he didn't mention my name. Is that vague enough?

But that isn't the point of this post. The point is how fraking hard it is to brush something like that off. Even when you know the person is operating with a fraction of the info, and is biased from the start. Why do I want to prove to this person and everyone else how wrong he was? Why should it matter? I know what I did and accomplished, and many others know as well. Why does a fraking one liner in a post set me off?

Breathe, Kevin.

Channel Stuart Smally,

Or at least Katee Sackhoff(Hee hee)

Then picture this limp dick skinjob fraker's head on a pike. And his liver, with fava beans and a nice chianti, perhaps.

Or breathe. And realize he doesn't matter, not even a little bit.

Slainte,

Kevin

Parenting 201, in pics and video

Greetings,

Here is a prime example of shit not to let your child do:


Don't let your child sit on the door to the stuffed full dishwasher......and play with the cheese grater. This look was a "is Daddy really going to let me play with this?" look.

Here we see one of the things he inherited from his Mommy.
I rarely if ever bruise. Even if I knock the frak out of myself. Today, Patrick barley wacked himself on the chair and raised this lovely line of a bruise. That he gets from Mommy.

For all those that do not have dogs, or dogs as active as ours here is a little taste my day today.





Well, that's all I can post right now. The child is calling. Take care.

Slainte,

Kevin

Another Obsession

Greetings,

For those that know me, I tend to get obsessed with certain TV series'. Usually those with strong, smart, and hot female leads. Alias, Dark Angel, Buffy, Alias. Did I mention Alias? The exception was Highlander, although Adrian Paul was yummy.

My newest obsession I blame on the people down the street. They let me borrow season one and the first half of season two. I have since ordered the second half of season two, although I did find it for $10 including shipping.

*As a side note, each one of the monkey frakers in marketing who thought it would be a good idea to split the season into two different sets for DVD should be taken out into the street and shot, or stranded on Caprica with nothing but a butter knife and some cheese wiz*

If the side note was not a big enough hint as to what the series is, and if you are not a big dork like me, it probably wasn't, here is another one.

I absolutly loved this show when I was a kid. Granted I was watching it on reruns given it came out when I was two.

Now I bet your asking who the strong, smart, hot female lead is. DUH!!!! Starbuck. Not only is she from my home town, but Starbuck was my favorite character from the original series. Except that was played by Dirk Benedict. Who, incidently, played my favorite character on the A Team.

So not I am stuck waiting for the mail delivery of the next part of season two. And, like the good marketers they are, episode 2.10 was a clifhanger. But I will let the nice neighbors down the street borrow it to contine their obession. Well that's all for now. More updates if I can get off my fraking lazy ass do them. Toodles.

Slainte,

Kevin