If the Steelers win, I will never live down the humiliation.

Never one to admit that I was wrong, I fought long and hard to master the Perfect Pancake Maker, just so I wouldn't have to go back to a certain someone and surrender my defeat. I'm proud to say....I have done it.....I have mastered it.....my secret? Eggo Pancakes....yep, that's it, and you have perfect pancakes every time.

I am driven...


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Paul and Kayla are curled up on the sofa watching the football game, she's showing signs of being my daughter on a daily basis. There was a time when I wondered, she was sooo different from me, there was just nothing between the two of us that was related, other then blood. Slowly though, she crept closer to me in personality. First was the Doc's, ( Read more... )

I win, I win, I win!! The school closes in June. At a city council meeting on Wednesday, Provincial supervisor Jim Murray finally made a decision about the closures. As it turns out, he hasn't been listening to these parents all along. All their bitching and complaining has gone in one ear and out the other. It's been a steady waste of the last ( Read more... )

My hunny is making bacon and eggs for lunch, my whole house smells yummy and stuff.

Is it morning yet?.......yeah, so Happy Fucking New Year....now shut the fuck up, sit down and be quiet....but get me an Advil first.

I used to think Jose Cuervo was my best friend, but I don't think he likes me anymore.

There is a really baaaad habit that occurs in every age of a growing child. At age 7 it's a scratch in the vinyl. You know the kind. It sends them into a pattern of incessant repeat. You know how one line from a song gets stuck in your head and you repeat it to yourself over and over? Well, when you're seven you repeat that line OUT LOUD over and ( Read more... )

They say the rooftops surrounding Time Square will be occupied by snipers this year. Friendly snipers, but snipers none the less. It would be a bit of a double edged sword I imagine, knowing that there are scads of rifles aiming from the clouds, possibly pointed at the back of your head. Might make for a bittersweet celebration.

Last night, my yard was covered in white fluffy snow, this morning it's 500 square feet of mud.