Let's do the Time Warp Again

I've decided that I'm tried of the depressive stuff so I need to take a short break from writing about 48% of my life. Let's try to move things in a different direction for a while.

Um....The weekend was cool. It was a little weird not having the women in the house but me and my boys (Sampson and Blazer our dogs and Clem) made out pretty well.

The first thing a guy should do when he finds himself alone for the weekend is to make sure his computer porn is up to date. KIDDING..kinda :P No the first thing you should do is take stock of the food situation. Unfortunately the cupboards were kinda bare so a trip to the store was in order. But first I had an appointment with my phsyciatrist.

Not to dip too far into the bad but yes, I'm crazy. The good news is that it's not contagious and it's only temporary. So we (the doctor and I) gabbed for about 15 minutes. He was concerned about the girls and suggested that once things happen I take them in to see someone who specializes in children of divorce. Make sure theey're not in too bad a place. I mentioned that I was having trouble sleeping for which he prescribed Ambien. Yay, more medication. I'm actually glad I have this stuff though. Sometimes my brain just won't turn off. Go figure.

Next came what turned out to be the biggest choice I had to make all weekend. Which grocery store to go to. In our area we have 3 major food chains, Safeway, Giant, and FoodLion. This is also the rank in the cuteness of the cash register women. Hence the extra consideration needed. Which store I choose also seems to be a good indicator as to how I feel about myself that day. If I feel good about myself and if I think I'm looking somewhat presentable then I'll go to either Safeway or Giant. If I look at mess and am rushing around then I hit Foodlion.

But before everyone ties me to the stake accusing me of being a shallow and superficial let me explain something. Being a stay at home daddy takes it's toll on one's conversation skills. I don't get a lot of time to converse with adults and when I do I find myself talking to them like I would talk to my children. Not good. Sometimes talking to public service people, waiters, librarians, the postal woman, is the only adult conversation I get. The thing is, because it's part of their job, (except the postal woman but she really likes Nikki and Jessie) they kinda have to talk to you.

Believe it or not there is a mathematical formula associated with the level of cuteness and the amount of conversation she will allow. The equation is way too complicated to get into here so I will skip that for now. Lets just say that there is a middle area of cuteness that will deliver the optimum amount of conversation.

But all of this consideration became wasted as I ran into one of the mothers of a child in Nikkis school and wound up talking to her though the checkout process. I didn't know her very well as her child is in the 4 year old class but I was able to work on my small talk skills.

I got home and played fetch with Sammy for a bit then made dinner (well "made" as in opened the container of precooked chicken) then got online to hang out with a few friends. To top off the day I put a movie in the dvd player and fried a few brain cells while watching tv till about 3am. And it's nights like this that helped earn me the title "Mr. Excitement." And we haven't even discussed Sunday yet. We'll have to save that till next time.

Before I go I get to welcome another new reader. Lynette (not her real name) is a friend I met online. Like most of my friends, she was curious as to how I had been doing and what was going on with the children. I gave her my blog address and after she read it she had this to say. She wrote "I read your blog and I have three comments." I interrupted her to remind her that I cry easily and to this she lol'd. I don't want to relay the first comment for as accurate as it might have been, it wasn't pleasant. However her next 2 comments were "Your kids are really cute and you write very well. Have you considered writing professionally?" I'm using quotes very liberally here but that was the gist of her comments.

I don't know about writing professionally. I really like breaking up paragraphs, having my sentences run on, and using the words kinda and gottcha. I will say that your comments meant a lot and the fact that you read the blog meant more. Thank you.

K, Sunday wasn't a carnival but I do have a few things I would like to write about it. Tune in later for that.

As always, thanks for your support. Thanks for reading.