"Would you like some French Fries with that Whine?"

Today I thought that there was an emergency down the road such as a fire or person needing medical attention so they were sending half of the city to the help them. Oh...wait...THOSE WERE MY CHILDREN WHINING! Taylor was like an ambulance whining around the house for no reason, talking about how every part of the house that we asked her to go put something up at was "to daaaaark". Also, if I got out of the lines of her coloring book, she would not stop whining about it. Rylan was like a fire truck, barraging aroung the house with his three point crawl, and getting extremely pissed off when he could not pull up on something, so he would fire up his loud mouthed siren. Anyways, if you come to my house, bring your earmuffs and watch out for emergency vehicular/children hybrids coming your way. By the way remember you never know who is watching your every move. I want to start something out periodicaly when I find something sweet on the great Interweb. So here ya go!

"I always feel like, somebody's watchin' me!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KScuosn2WqY

Ryan,

daddyinc@gmail.com

She Loves Me, She Freakin' Loves Me Not!!!!!

Ah yes the ole teenage years. When your son or daughter exclaims at the top of there tweeny little lungs " I don't love you anymore!". Yep, just one thing though, my daughter is fricken three years old! What the hell??? She comes home after going to my In-laws for the whole weekend, which lemme stop here. I really do not like her going over there Friday night through Sunday night. First off, I feel it is a privilege for her to go over there and have a good time if she has been good throughout the week, not that spending her time with her grandparents is a privilege, but getting away and staying over there and eating, drinking, staying up late, and watching what she wants the whole weekend is. Also I feel that when she goes over there and does what she feels or wants, it "undoes" what we strive to teach and instill in here throughout the week. And most of all, I work all week, my weekends are sacred to me and it is one of the biggest reasons I got this job is a great work schedule with weekends off. I wish so much that we could have a normal weekend of getting up watching saturday morning cartoons, going out and doing stuff together like: going to a park, a petting zoo, the zoo, shopping, build a bear, or something worthwhile, you know "the stuff that memories are made of". I can't remember the last time she was here on a weekend.....And I truly miss that, and I think its time for a change. Anyways back on the whole thing this came from. My daughter keeps telling me out of the blue " I don't love you daddy" and when I tell her I love her she says "No you don't". Then she goes on to say that she loves all of these other people except me! What the hell? She's like "I love Mommy, Nana, Papa, Uncle J, Channie, Grampie, Jen-Jen, the Dogs, Dora, The Backyardigans, President Bush, The astronauts of the last trip to space......." WHERE THE HELL AM I?????????? Crystal says its just a phase and she'd screwing with me, but dang, I just keep thinking...this kid IS going to be a teen one day....and I will be going premature grey! Anyways, please let me know what you all think and if either of these two instances have happened to you and what you did to deal with them.

And remember, make memories everyday.

Ryan
daddyinc@gmail.com

Sacrificial Laptop

As of late Sunday I offered my laptop to the computing gods as an offering......ok thats a lie, the damn thing just died! Thats why it's been 4 days since my last post. So sorry if anyone actually reads this. This past weekend some of my wife's family came into town to stay with my in-laws after just getting over some sort of cold or snotty something..........should I say more? I am kind of a germ freak. Anyways, I will be back in a couple of days once I get the other laptop set uo(like anyone reads or cares about this blog).

Tinkerbell Laptop Table

I am coming to you as I sit on my Dora the Explorer fold out couch/bed and typing on my laptop that is sitting on a minature Tinkerbell table with sparkly fabric and totally sweet feater boa trim. If you are wondering what the heck is going on here, I am currntly in my daughter's room wathcing Mary Poppins for the 53rd time this week. Oh my gosh! My daughter will not learn the lesson of sharing and it is really grinding my gears! Everytime Rylan get a toy of hers and is just sittin there, chillin, she goes totally ape dung and start screaming at him "hey boy, that mine I told you!" Anyways, I dont really know how I am going to go about dealing with this lesson. Some things that enter my mind are probably not the best way to go about it. When did this whole yelling at your parents thing start? Did I miss the memo? Did someone forget to forward me the e-mail? Also, if she raises her voice at me one more time I think I am going to just take this Tinkerbell table and break it in half! So when she yells at me "hey daddy, that was MY TABLE!" I will hand it to her and say here ya go, you can have it now, see.....Daddy knows how to share!

They can "Dish" it out.....but they can't take it!

Ok, first of all, helloooooo! Wow, what an interesting day. Normal day besides getting on the phone again with Dish Network. It all started when I wanted to purchase an upgrade and get a DVR box. You think it would be easy, give them $70, they send me the box, I get it and send the old one back. Oh, no no no no no no! I called them after 10 days asking why I haven't gotten it yet, and they said that they never placed the order to send it out. Anyways, after 11 calls 5 hours and 45 minutes, I think that they are actually sending me my unit. So I hope it was worth getting transfered and hung up on 6 times, cussing in front of my in-laws, getting fake tracking numbers, and being told to "hold on for just on sec", "I'm sorry about this", and the absolute worst...."I understand how you feel sir!" NO YOU DON'T, JUST SEND ME WHAT I PAYED FOR! This is not the first time I have been screwed around by them. The last time I called someone told me that I wasn't getting a picture because the solar flares are bad this time of year! Yeah buddy and so are my temper flares! And to touch on one more thing about Dish, they talked to me with such authority, but when you raise your voice at them they put their tail between their legs and run! I just wish they would put my DVR on my porch sometime this year! Moving along....I got some great footage of the kids today on the old camera. Man, my son is going through this....um...how do I say....um....trying out the new teeth on his mother! I thought I was teaching him better than that. Everybody should know not to bite the boob that feeds them! Until next bite..er..I mean time!

Ryan

The Kiddos

First Post, New Blog......Nuff said

Well, Hello!!

Welcome to the first post of a new era, well at least in my world. The reason to start this blog is to just get things off my chest, talk about issues, mention milestones, and take a peek at my crazy life.