Black Friday

Just a few observations today...
1. Nothing like the holidays to bring out the dysfunctionality of every family.
2. Some of the "deals" on Black Friday aren't actually deals. It's the stuff they couldn't sell or is being discontinued ;o) They do sprinkle in some good buys here and there too. Like the Shop Vac Scott was 1st in line for -- Or the single cup blender Scott got last year that we've used 3 times ;o)
3. We've got some good friends. I write this for several reasons... Each friend brings something different to the table -- Example - One of my best friends is dependable and can bake like nobodies business another of my best friends can make me laugh until I cry, we also have a secret "language" that consists of movie quotes or funny happenings between the two of us. I have another best friend that has known me since the beginning of time it feels like -- She knew me in my prepubescent years and we still remain best friends. So, in honor of Thanksgiving, I'd like to say thank you to my friends.
4. I only have 1 follower. Thanks for following!!

On that note, if anyone is interested in a single cup blender, I'm sure I can escape the house without notice. Afterall we NEVER use it ;o)

Reneé

The touch, the feel, the moments of our lives.

In the words of the talking heads, "how did I get here....". How did we get to where we are at this very moment? Our actions, our choices, our chances. These were some of the thoughts that I had as I was driving home tonight. I had just dropped Shae off with my parents and as I was driving I noticed this empty pit in my stomach. I was missing my daughter. Don't get me wrong, this isn't the first time I've ever missed her but tonight was just something different. Pulling up in the driveway of our house didn't help me either. There was the ball we were playing with earlier in the day. In the living room I noticed the toys I had asked her to clean up were still laying scattered out on the floor. The house was quiet. I miss my family.

The outside:

I thank God every single day that I am where I am in my life. I have a beautiful wife. I have a beautiful daughter. We are all in good health. We have our own house. We are a family and I LOVE it. I smile at the thought. I understand that this could all change at any moment. I am a blessed man. I am a lucky man.

The inside:

I am tortured. I damage my body every single minute. I worry. I agonize. I am afraid. Afraid of death. Afraid of losing what's most important to me. "Every life must end." Was it my choices that made me this way or was it the 2 that help bring me into this world? Perhaps it was the 2 that reared me. Perhaps it was the times I was wronged or the times that I wronged. "How did I get here....."

The guarantee:

I sit here on our somewhat warn, leather couch. I look at the wrinkles that have developed over the years. I wonder where these pen marks come from.

I am this couch. I am worn. I am wrinkled. I am stained. But I am still here. I still provide a foundation. I still provide comfort. I still provide a place where anyone can come and rest and I always will. No matter how much I worry. No matter how much I am afraid. I push on. I am ecstatic. I am tomorrow. :) :) :)

Jesus Christ:

"Practiced are my sins." I come clean.

Scott

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Awkward Times at Ridgemont High

We are signing for our house tomorrow. Pretty exciting time for us. It kind of dawned on us this week that we REALLY need to nail down a few decor details.... What color to paint the walls, carpet texture, hardwood color, new door knobs.... You know, the normal new house stuff. Well, as I was pondering my mind wondered into a different direction. I tried my best to figure out what our "style" is. I instinctively lean towards "eclectic", which on many levels is true, however I truly feel "Chaotic & broke but trying to look good" suits us much better description.

I think everyone can relate to this on some level... Have you ever broken up with a long-time boyfriend, had a falling out with someone close to you, or perhaps used body language to illustrate stabbing a knife in your back while telling your best friend "This is us!!"?!? After your breakup, falling out or "This is US" moment you find that picture or trinket that meant something to each of you?!? Why is it so awkward?!? You've said your piece either you're friends or you aren't -- But there are still awkward times...

Did you know on average there is a lull in conversation every 7 minutes?!? I try to break this "lull" with that little known trivia factoid. Now you can too.

We now have a full blown blue eyed tantrum throwing toddler on our hands. We've figured out ways to curb the tantrums TREMENDOUSLY. One way is to have "Santa" call and speak to her. It's usually one of my uncles. Uncle Rob is the best so far. He's all excited and says what a Santa would say. DISCLAIMER - If you have not learned the "truth about Santa" please stop reading about 3 sentences ago. Well, we had our family pictures taken tonight at the mall while Ry was home. We asked Shae if she would like to go see Santa -- Her response, verbatum, "No, I can't, I'm a good girl" HA apparently she thinks Santa is a disciplinarian AND a gift giver. Awesome parenting 1o1, we are the instructors. ;o)

I tried to shop for a winter coat today with little, well no response, from Scott. He's so stressed about the house, I think that is all that's on his mind. Understandably so. I can't wait to get the house.... so I can go winter coat shopping ;o)

Scott made a great point today. Let me start from the beginning...

Today I woke up early and got Shae & I ready so that I could leave early enough to go tanning. If you know anything about me you know my indian name would be, "Skin-so-white-glows-in-dark" So, I go tanning and afterwards inform Scott he will be coming home to a bronze goddess... He then asks, "Why did you go tanning?" I let him know I want to have a tan when I go to Vegas. Scott then asks, "Why do you want to be tan to leave?!?" I laughed. What a good question. I still haven't come up with a good enough answer to share.

Speaking of sharing, I would like to share a little bit about my family home life. I have come to the conclusion that we live in a social experiment. Through our "experiment" we have proven that 3 people can not coincide within a 1 bedroom apt and remain sane. However, I do enjoy taking Shae for a bath while Scott does the laundry in the same room. I feel like we're really bonding as a family unit. We're making bubbles and memories.... bubbly memories.

Scott and Shae have been learning new phrases lately. Here are some of my personal favorites... "No way Jose", "Praise Jesus", "Hugs not drugs" & "I see dead people" these fun phrases are sure to be heard at a party near you.

Sparkle Shoe, Ho, & Man Food not all at once, but still funny

Last week Scott and I bought Shae Shae silver sparkle mary jane shoes. Ever since, she's begged to wear them at all times of the day or night. She has even thrown a creative spin on them... Shae will put the sparkle shoes on her hands and keep rhythm for whatever tune she's belting at the time.

I was watching the dishwasher screen and noticed something a bit odd.... either my dishwasher has ALOT of christmas spirit or it's calling me a hussy. The screen blinked "HO" repeatedly for about 4 minutes. Odd.

There needs to be an aisle dedicated, specifically, to "Man Food" at the grocery store. I was sent to purchase so called "Man Food" for a night of beer and falcons football. Its much harder than one would think. However, I would like to report MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!! Mozzarella Sticks, Potato Skins, Barbecue Chicken & Southwest Eggrolls have paired nicely with the testosterone filling the living room ;o)

I've started this blog to share my everyday funny with everyone. I figure if it makes me laugh, it might do the same for someone else. Hope you enjoy ;o)