WTH Have You Been?

I know....I know...It's been way too long since I've posted anything to this blog. Ugh...I am ashamed to even call it a blog. Let's be honest. It is more like a storage unit at this point really...And not one of those nice storage units that people get for their antiques either....You know the ones...They even have a TV show where people get into bidding wars over the contents of them...Yeah that is not this place...No, no...This place is more like the storage unit that just throws your shit out on the street, and the homeless people come by, rummage through and pick what they want like it's an all-you-can-eat buffet...

Nevertheless, here I am. During an election year too. I am not going to talk about politics though, because at this point, who cares? We will once again get to choose the lesser of 2 evils, both of whom are completely full of shit. The reality is that anyone who would make a great president is smart enough to never be president. Why would they? So the world can find out that they screwed some hooker in 1972 at a Motel 6 while his wife was at home sobbing about the lump she found in her breast. Of course they completely leave out the fact that he and his wife were swingers, he had to use the Motel 6 points before he lost them and the lump in his wife's breast was malignant. The media of today, and I mean all media outlets...whether it be news, primetime tv, Jersey Shore, American Idol...Whatever...It's all bullshit.

It's like this whole world is in the business of bullshit. And boy we buy it don't we? We have to know who crashes and burns on American Idol. We have to know what Fox News says about CNN saying what it said about Fox News...and vice versa of course. We have to know how Snookie and The Situation are getting along at the shorehouse...Why? Because every commercial, every advertisement subconciously makes you interested in those things through the use of tactical bullshit placement. Let me explain what I mean...

Ever watch a trailer for a new movie?  Wait why am I asking that? Of course you have...Hell you can't even skip them on most DVDs now. Anyway, ever watched the trailer for a movie and thought "I have to see this movie!...That movie looks like it's going to be amazing!" So you wait the 18 months or so it takes for the movie to come out and you buy your $20 ticket. You get your popcorn and sit through another 30 minutes of trailers and Coke or Pepsi advertisements, depending on where you are. In the south we get Coke. Finally, the lights dim and the movie starts...Well the advertisements for the 18 companies that helped the movie get to the theatres starts anyway. Then you watch the film. You come out after, if you made it through the entire thing, and you immediately realize 2 things. The first thing you realize is that movie sucked and you really want your $50 back.....$20 for the ticket and $30 for the popcorn and soda the screwed you for once you entered the gate.....But almost immediately after all that you also realize the movie was not even about what you thought it was going to be about. Hell they go so far sometimes as to portray the film as a shoot-em-up action film with a shot of comedy thrown in and it turns out it's a ridiculously sad chick flick and the overly handsome main character dies at the end.

Oh and while we are on the subject of films Hollywood, just stop it with the shitty sequels. Just because everything George Lucas touches turns to gold does not mean I need to take my kids to 15 Shrek movies, 7 movies about Cars, and all of them are showing the trailer for Toy Story 25. We get it  Disney/Pixar....You are good at animation. One movie every couple years is perfectly capable of keep that title in tact...

Back to my original point...It's bullshit...They knew exactly how to draw the biggest number of viewers to their shitty film. Don't beat yourself up about it, thousands of other people fell for it that Friday night too. It's not just movie previews, it is everywhere you look. Every advertisement is "Drive this car or people are going to think you suck..." Use this toothpaste or your teeth will look like a hillbilly with a meth problem"..."Wear these shoes because some basketball player with more talent in his pinky than you will ever have in your body wears them and swears they help him hit his fade-away jumper...Oh and ladies..."Buy this $100 bra because we are going to help you lie to the men in your life...Yeah no doctor on earth could make boobs that nice. We as men know this and we fall for it every time. We know deep down we will probably end up asking you to put the bra back on but we still fall for it.

Why do we fall for it? Because as humans we want to believe. We inheritantly want to be led. We want....We need for someone to tell us what's wrong and what they are going to do to fix it...Or what we should do to fix it. We crave it. The thing we all have to learn to do is to recognize and separate leadership from bullshit. It's difficult these days. Tony Robbins types are everywhere...With their freakishly large hands, bad hairpieces and big teeth..And they all have the keys to the greatest life you've ever dreamed of. But ask yourself this...If you could have the greatest life you have ever dreamed of...If you have somehow managed to corner the market on that secret...Would it at any point involve sitting in a auditorium with a bunch of losers in different cities around the world explaining to them your discoveries? Yeah...I didn't think so.

The problem is people want the fast track to everything. And by people I mean me and you. I would love to wake up skinny, rich, and retired tomorrow but it's probably not going to happen. However, I can wake up a little bit skinnier, a little bit richer, and a little bit closer to retiring. THAT I can do...and that's no bullshit.

On a personal note I have lost 60 pounds in the last 6 months. That is alot of weight. I have lost 60 pounds and I'm still fat...That's how you know you are out of control. When you tell people "Yeah, I've lost 60 pounds.." and then you get this look of bewilderment...And you know what they are thinking..."Jesus, how fat were you before..." I did not even realize I was so big until I look at me now and then see old pictures of me then...Then I feel dumb because I'm making jokes about the fat guy on the left before realizing it's me...

I have a little more time on my hands now so I hope I can keep this "blog" updated with posts. I hope you guys subscribe and read. If you guys keep reading I'll keep writing. Until next time...

Bitch, WTF is You Talking About?

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Ugh...I could say something...But I think she said enough for all of us...Do us all a favor...#OccupyTheEndOfAShotgun....

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A Little Something for the Baby's Room

I figured since Emerson Duane was named after Duane Allman, I should have something in his room referencing his name sake. I looked at tons of posters, both framed and unframed. Then I found this work of art below. I think it will work just fine....Just fine indeed...

 

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My Fortune Cookie at Lunch

How does it know???

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-Nick

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Letter to Emerson Duane aka "E-Rock"

Emerson Duane: AKA “E-Rock”

Here we are, 2 weeks away from your birth and I am just now writing you a letter.  With Keaton I admit I had written a letter earlier, but who cares really?  It’s inevitable, second children get left out sometimes.  Your mother can relate, she was a second child as well.  And while your Uncles Chris’s baby book was probably overflowing with extra pages of notes, pictures, and hair clippings; your mother’s baby book was mysteriously lost in a house fire, or so the story goes.  Now that I think of it, I am not even sure if Keaton’s baby book was ever even opened. Ah…The joys of parenthood.

I can see your mother is not enjoying being pregnant quite as much this time around.  She’s way more tired this time and exhausted all the time. Just know it is not your fault and she would happily do it all over again and again. We are both already so much in love with you and I’m probably a little more excited to meet you than I was with your older brother.  This is one of the advantages of being second born.  Of course, there are a lot of great things that first-born children get to experience with their first time parents, but the same thing goes for the second child. While it might seem redundant, it’s not, it’s just different.  Your mother and I are very curious how you will compare with your older brother.  How will you be similar?  How will you be different?  Who will you look like? We cannot wait to see these things take shape, as you both learn from each other.  I cannot wait until March 15th and we throw on some Duane Allman and let you meet the world.


You were always in the back of our mind after Keaton was born.  We always knew we would have at least 2 children but we were never sure if or when we would be ready. When I say ready I am simply referring to the stress and fear that comes with babies and children. Maybe someday you will experience this, and maybe you won’t, but one thing is for certain….you cannot quite understand until you are there…living this experience. Every heartbeat, every ultrasound, every doctor appointment…I was there with your mom holding her hand and sharing in the joy. It makes the journey a somewhat different experience. Keaton was even there for your 3d/4d ultrasounds.

Speaking of Keaton, I can’t wait for you to meet your big brother.  Your mom and I try to talk to him and explain it, I’m not sure he really truly understands it, but there are times when he climbs up your mom’s lap, to give you a good night hug and kiss. He seems excited to be a big brother, and I think you both will be very close, as you should be. Family is the most important thing in this world. Your family is what comes first…Always. Never forget that son.

It’s been almost three years hanging out with your brother but when I think about the years coming up with both of you, I am totally in awe.  I cannot wait to experience you as siblings, laughing, loving, fighting, plotting….I know it’s going to be hard at times but I think it’s going to be a lot of fun too.  More than anything though, I want you to feel safe and loved.  I want you to know that you and your brother’s happiness and well being trump mine and your mother’s. We have and will continue to make sacrifices so that you don’t have to. I’ll write you another letter after you are born. Just know that you are immensely loved by all. We have 2 short weeks to go. Your mother and I can’t wait to meet you.  We all can’t wait to meet you.

Love,

Mommy, Daddy, and Keaton

 

iPod is Watching....

Got in the truck to meet my wife for an ultrasound...The first song that played

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-Nick

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My Wake Up Song of Choice...

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Valentine's Day Sucks Balls...

It’s official. Valentine’s Day has now passed New Year’s Eve as my least favorite holiday. Yup, I hate it more than Arbor Day, Bastille Day, Grandparents Day, Ash Wednesday-- whatever you got.

 I don’t really recall but years ago, around fourth and fifth grade, I imagine I loved Valentine’s Day. Why not? I was the chubby but good-looking kid who always received the most valentines from my female classmates. One year the teacher, for whatever reason, conducted his own private poll (he’d be arrested for this today, no doubt) and every girl in the class whispered in his ear that she had a crush on yours truly. And who could blame them? However, today, after being marrried, fat and happy, if a woman under the age of seventy smiles at me at the mall I practically skip all the way back to my house.  Sigh..... I’ll be right back…I'm going to go drown myself...

 OK, enough with the self-pity.... I think I might have enjoyed the holiday back before the spoilsport Christians wrapped their self-righteous fingers around it. In Ancient Rome February 14th was celebrated as a day to honor the god Juno. And the next day was the Feast of Lupercalia, when all the young women in town each got to draw the name of a young man to whom they would be “paired” for the duration of the festival, and it wasn’t for volleyball if you know what I mean.....For the slow....It was so they could get bucknasty and get their freak on, and that is what I call a holiday worth taking a personal day for!

 I’ve been uncomfortable for a while about our modern bogus celebration of love, but it really hit home last year at work as I watched woman after woman receive the flowers or candy or stuffed animals that were being delivered to the office in a constant stream throughout the day. You could tell the bell had rung, the gates were open and the race was on! And woe to the sorry-ass husband who didn’t at least finish in the Show position in this race, the ultimate competition to see who is truly “the most beloved.” Ugh...I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit...

 The thing is the idea of Valentine’s Day is all right in its own way (though I’d still rather draw names and get some strange) but it’s become such a commercialized scam. I couldn’t go on living if I didn’t believe in my heart that there is a special super-white-hot circle of Hell (just above the one reserved for the Bin Laden family) waiting for those flower sellers who double or triple the price on a wilting bunch of flowers because they know that we, the husbands and boyfriends, and God help your wallet if you happen to be both, don’t have a choice.

 We do, of course, have a choice, but even I, the most stubborn asshole you’re ever likely to meet, seem powerless to fight this annoying holiday. Last year I caved at the last minute and found myself in a line at Kroger hurriedly forking over twenty clams for one of their few remaining limp and fading mittfuls of short stemmed roses. And hating myself for doing it. Ah, well in the end we will do whatever it takes to make our loved ones smile just a bit...

 Christian legend has it that St. Valentine, the clown credited with starting this hokum, was a priest who was imprisoned for performing outlawed marriage ceremonies around 270 AD. He would leave notes for that hot piece of ass, the jailer’s daughter, and sign them, “from Your Valentine.”  Then he was executed. Sucks for him...I hope he at least got a handjob in the corner or something before his execution...Otherwise the whole thing would seem kind of pointless wouldn't it?