Three of my Favorite Letters

PVR.
We got a new one yesterday. Sweet.
Dual-Tuners, Name-Based Recording, Split-Screen PIP, 200 Hours of Recording Time.
And it was a free upgrade.
Life is so sweet right now.

...but now I want a new TV...

Ha, that's funny

I just read one of my own posts from last year in March and it made me laugh. The post was me bitching about how everyone was going to Disneyland but us. Now, it's almost a year later, we're living in a different place, new job, new everything, but Disneyland is still our current topic of conversation.

The cool thing is, this time we're the ones going.

Wow, This Thing Still Works...Cool.

Yes, I am that bored that I just spent 15 mins trying to remember my username and password to see if this thing still worked.

Mondays are just uncalled for.

I'm Out!

Everyone hold in your tears, it's time to be strong together. It's over. This blog is done. I know how much I thrill you all with my posts once every three months, but it's done now.

Thanks for the fun, it was....well, fun.

Peace out.

Interviews Make Me Nervous

Whoorl had a great post yesterday answering 5 interview questions from another blogger and offering to pass along interview questions to commenters on her post. Of course this meant I had to comment and ask to be interviewed right away. I mean, c'mon, everyone else was doing it! Baaaa.

So, Whoorl, here's your answers:

1. Bright blue or bright green?
Bright? Really? Why anything would have to be bright blue or bright green I do not know. Cause unless it's a light, it need not be bright. Hey, that was good. That was like OJ aquittal type stuff.

Anyway, if I had to choose, I would choose bright blue, because there is really no good place for bright green.

2. What is the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?
Usually I cuddle up to my wife and try to get a little somethin'-somethin'. And when that doesn't pan out I go downstairs and have a coffee because without coffee there is no day.
I love my coffee. I get excited the night before when I'm preparing the coffee maker and setting the timer because I know just how awesome it's going to be to wake up the next morning and not even have to wait for it to brew.
So after my coffee I'm not usually too upset about the failure of the first part of my morning.

3. What is your favorite candy bar?
First, do you seriously call them candy bars? That's a US thing, right? Like referring to pop as soda? So cool. It's straight out of a movie or something, and since I still hold on to the belief that life really can be just like a Hollywood movie, that kind of thing makes my world a better place.

But to answer your question, Snickers. It's true what they say, it really satifies.

4. What is your favorite childhood memory?
This is a tough one. See, I don't have a lot of memories. Seriously, ask my wife about this. I still believe it's some undiagnosed medical condition but it is almost impossible for me to have clear long-term memories. I don't forget things altogether but anything past 6 months starts to become blurry and much more general.
For instance, my family and I went to Germany for 4 weeks when I was in grade 12. Grade 12, not grade 2. I remember going and everything but I don't have any real 'pictures in my mind' from it or anything. It really sucks ass, because I want to remember things properly, I really want to. I just can't do it.

So, as for childhood memory, let's say it was the time that my family and I went to the beach and spent the whole day playing in the water and eating ice cream together.

We lived near a lake so I'm sure we must have done something like that at least once.

5. Do you believe in past lives?
Nope. I'm a Christian man and that just does not fit in. Plus, I'm a scientific man, and to my brain, past lives doesn't even come close to making sense.

Well everyone, I hope you enjoyed your little trip down my Too Much Information highway. Take a little something to help you sleep tonight, it'll help avoid the nightmares.

If you would like to join in on the eau de chain-letter bonanza, follow these directions:

1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Tuesdays with Kayla

Tuesday afternoon, I'm at work.

Ring.Ring.

"Hello?" Silence. "Who's this?"

"Hi"

"Hi Kayla, how are you?"

"Was Mommy the first one you gave the ring to? Her diamond ring."

"Yes, sweetie, Mommy was the first one, she's the only one I wanted."

"She was? Was she the most beautiful you had ever seen?"

"Yes, and she still is the most beautiful, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is. And she liked the ring? She wanted to have it?"

"Yes, she did like it."

"That's why she said Yes to marry you? She wanted the ring?"

"I guess so, sweetheart, why don't you ask Mommy about that."

Real Dads

Vicki just got tagged by Angella for a post called "Real Moms". I decided to do my own similar thing to represent the men.


Real Dads get their kids to do their work for them while convincing them it's a privelage.

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I Want To Go To Disneyland

I swear, by May, everyone I have ever known or will ever know will have gone to Disneyland!

What the heck, people, since when is a trip to Disneyland not such a big thing!? According to my childhood it was the biggest, most expensive, once-in-a-lifetime thing that you could only dream of, and now everyone and there dog is jetting off for another cup of tea with Mickey!

Not.Fair.

And trust me, I am the king of the "Life's not fair, no one said it would be, suck it up" attitude. I always figure, if you don't like something, don't complain, change it. But Disneyland is my exception, my Mulligan.

I want to go to Disneyland, and it's not fair that everyone else gets to go!!

I'm going to go pout.