Google voice rocks. Give me a call!
This is my Journey, but you can watch.
Google voice rocks. Give me a call!
It’s 9:30 on Thursday and I just finished getting Charlie to bed. A little later than normal tonight, but I just bought a new book to read to him. It’s a book by Brandon Sanderson called Alcatraz versus the Evil Librarians. The main character is a 13 year old boy named Alcatraz, and I’m guessing he must fight some Evil Librarians, only time will tell. We read the first Chapter, and then called it a night, I’ll pick up where I left off tomorrow. The big question from Charlie after the first chapter was “How can you break a chicken??” You’ll just have to read it.
I closed the book and killed the lights. I decided to lay beside Charlie for a couple minutes until he fell asleep.
After laying there for about a minute, I quietly whispered “Alcatraz.”
“Dad, what did you say??”
“Ummm, nothing Charlie.”
About 10 seconds passed and I heart a “phfffftttttt” followed by a pungent odor.
“Charlie! What did YOU say??”
“Dad, my butt said…” followed by a louder, longer, and even smellier “phffffffttttttt”
Guess that’s what I get for messing with HIM.
I will always rememeber the first chapter of Alcatraz being a real stinker.
Charlie sent me his first text message today:
“Ilove you”
He really wants his own cell phone.
It finally happened.
Charlie (my six year old) asked for a cell phone for his birthday today. He didn’t just ask either, he started trying to convince us why he should have one. My favorite reason: “It’s not fair that Luke has one and I don’t.” Luke is his 10-year old cousin.
Man, I thought maybe I would have another year before he started campaigning for a cell phone.
My response: “Talk to me when you can read.”
Problem is, he’s almost there. In another couple of months he’s going to be reading pretty well on his own.
Sigh, at least I bought myself a couple of months.
One of my data entry employees called me an Ass-Munch today.
I haven’t been called an Ass-Munch since like 1988.
Oh yeah, I probably deserved it.
“Dad, your car smells like moldy pizza and chewed shirt sleeves.”
Unfortunately, I think he was probably right.
I’m doing laundry at 1AM wearing one sandal with a plastic samurai sword down the back of my shirt while eating an Apple Jacks cereal straw.
I’m pretty sure I’m not crazy, but I’m beginning to think I’m not quite right either.
If you’re curious, it’s my left sandal.

Just saw it.
I can finally let go of those horrible memories from the Ang Lee/Eric Bana version of the Hulk from 2003. That was one sad day in June - 5 years ago! Here is the blog post I made after getting home from the movie (my second post ever!)
Anyway. Good movie. Go see it.

I killed a few soldiers tonight.
It was a terrible battle.
I was victorious.
Boo-Yah.