Birthday Wishes

My main bish, Teaesme is another year older today.  For 24 years I've had the distinct honour of watching her grow and become the woman she is today.  From that tiny human that I brought home, to first words, steps, bumps, bruises, tears, and laughter; to the milestones of graduation, and first jobs, heartbreaks, moves, and more.  I couldn't have dreamed up a kinder, more compassionate human being if I had tried.  Each day I hear her laughter and endless taunting jokes I am reminded that while my son is my heart that beats outside of my body; Mattea is my soul rendered visual.

Happy birthday sweetheart, no words can express the love and pride I have for you.

Capture This

If you press you temple and your taint at the same time, you can screen capture your soul.

True story bro.

My soul seems to require a tad bit of attention.

Disinfecting the Past

Way back when I had more children than the sky has clouds.  I remember thinking that no matter how hard I tried my house was never clean.  Between animals and the shit-ton of diapers I was dealing with daily; my house always smelled like urine, vomit, stinky feet, and sour milk.  Mixed with bleach and other essential oils, and an incense burner or two because I'm classy like that.

Brothers and Sisters

GQ and Tea always got along quite well when GQ bowed to Tea's every demand and abrupt mood swing's.  She was 3 and was essentially getting even for the crap her brother pulled on her when she was smaller.

One evening, GQ was quietly playing with his wooden train that my uncle made for him.  It really was a work of art.  Tea had discerned that he was far to quiet and peaceful, thus she busted into his room like the Kool Aid man and insisted on playing too.

GQ: “I’m playing by myself right now, Tea Tea.”
Tea: “But I want to play with you.”
GQ: “I know but I don’t want to play with YOU.”
Tea:...The look she gave him was just this side of "I'll slap a bitch"
GQ: “Will you please go now?”
Tea: “Poo Face, YOU go- I’m playing.”

I’d love to have the ballsy conviction of my three year old.

Hustle Harder

You can knock the person but never the hustle.  If you can use what you got to get what you want, I respect the game.  Sex appeal sells.  Intelligence and aesthetics is a deadly commodity.

 Never underestimate it.

My Soul Rendered Visual

Time passes, and those of us who have good lives are grateful that it doesn't know how to look back. 24 years ago I met a little girl who won me over with a look and a coo. I didn't know it when I met her, that she would win me over with her caring and inquisitive nature. Together we have fought monsters and villains and won. We've had adventures, and still have many more wonders to explore.

I am thankful for you, Teaesme. Happy birthday!

Life is good, let's continue to make it better!

Ego vs Ego

“Are they the one” has to be one of my favourite sayings.  I've seen way to many people, both men and women invest so much of themselves and of their time into people who at face value were so obviously not "the one".  Of course there is also a sick and twisted personal amount of humorous enjoyment for me watching people in my own family play this game as well.  It comes down to placing high maintenance, good looking people in a room and watching their ego's let loose.  There will always be that type of drama when and where it’s ego vs ego because they're all so used to getting what they want.