Posts Tagged ‘beards’

That’s right fellow air breathing people of somewhat successful reading comprehension skills. The Big Green Egg got to cook an Iranian dish.  The Beardess’ Mother, was the architect of the meal, I just did the grilling.

The meal cooked is called Cheloe Kabobs.  Pure deliciousness.  I do not know the recipe she uses, but you can find it on the world wide web, aka the Internet.  I have had this meal a lot, the Beardess’ cooks it, but in the oven.  I thought, since I had so much free time in between poopy diapers and fighting the Beardlet’s pee-saber, why not do it on the Egg.  So I did.  It was wonderful. (more…)

Ok ya’ll.  Having a boy in the house has been all I have ever dreamed.  This little guy is a farting, peeing, pooping machine!  I can not wait until the fart contests begin, by that, I mean me pooting and him getting the blame.  I mean, what good is a man having a baby around, if you can not blame your wind events on the baby?

Speaking of wind events fueled by human gaseous build up, forced upon the world of the breathing by shear will and force of nature. That cot damn hospital food gave me the poots bad enough, I almost had to start naming them.  Kind of like how The Weather Channel now names every little natural event.  “Oh my god! a cloud just produced rain over Southern Florida! We have to name it you guys, otherwise, no one will know that it happened. Oh, and send Jim Cantore down there, so we can fear monger all those folks into thinking the world is ending. READY!! break!”

Anwho.  This little baby boy is amazing.  He loves boobs already! What a man! Ya know what.  Baby Gurr loving boobs was not so exciting.  But Baby Carter being a fan of the boobs, now that is awesome.  Must be a guy thing.  All guys know that guy things are the best things, and those things are the things that make us guys like those things.  Simple logic ya’ll.

Looka here.  This little man has pee for days.  I drink a gallon and a half of water a day, and I do not think I can pee this much! Diaper bill is rising with each and every blink of the eye.

We go outside and listen to the birds in the morning, while I have a cup of coffee.  Won’t be but about three more years before he can drink some coffee with me outside, in the mornings.  WOW!

Baby Gurr has been a super duper great big sister so far.  She still can’t change a diaper though.  Bum.

Stoney has been awesome too.  He knows now to give kisses, but he loves to come sniff Carter.

The cats, well they don’t even give a shit.  Because, cats……..

Draft Starts tomorrow.  Iffin you have no idea what I am talking about, then do not worry about it unless you want to worry about it, then read my next post and get educated!

Beer ya’ll, whiskey first.

No SHave Never

Paul

As time has passed, the time has gone by. Baby Carter will be here no later than May 1.  Let me tell you what.  I can not wait.  I can wait for the poopy diapers, but I guess there is no logical way around that.  Unless we hire a doody diaper changer.  Do those exist? If so, how much do they cost?

We finally got almost everything somewhat situated and ready.  I procrastinated on some things, though I did not wait to late.  But there are things that needed doing, that I got done, and those things were important.

If any of ya’ll have had a baby, you know that time is a valuable resource which a monetary value can not be pinned.  I have been on a stringent sleep deprivation regimen the past three months in preparation for Baby Carter.  The result of this training has resulted in tiredness that will only be compounded upon with the arrival of the Beardlet.  This method of training, I would not recommend for anyone.

Good ideas become bad ideas when the good is negated by the bad, though the good ideas seemed good until the bad within the good became more prevalent.  See, when a good idea turns bad.  Was it a good idea to begin with? Or, did the implementation of the good idea become bad because the good idea was a bad idea from the beginning? I do not know the answer to the riddle, because no good idea is a bad idea, unless you realize the idea was bad from the start.

Anyone reading this post for the first time probably has no cot damn idea what in the hell is going on right now.  I sure as hell don’t and I am writing this as I sit here.  The great thing about my blog is that I do not pretend to know what I am doing.

I said in the last blog that I planned on blogging at least once a week.  Well, that idea is back in implementation.  I am sure there will be pictures of Baby Carter in future posts.

But the ramblings and my riddles of nonsense, will still be senseless.

Thanks ya’ll

 

No SHave Never.

 

Paul