I can’t decide what to post about today?
Should I write a big, long post about this past weekend that we spent at my in-laws cottage with the kids? The boys loved it! We really tired them out. Linus got to drive the boat, while Stewie did what he does best – eat, eat and more eat. While not eating, Stewie played and we got to see his “rain, rain, goway” dance on Saturday.
I could write a really long post detailing my strange (for me) eating and drinking habits at the cottage this past weekend. I drank 4 bloody Caesars> and a shitload of pork ribs. You see, being Jewish, we don’t eat pork… unless it happens to be at a Chinese food buffet, on my plate at a breakfast restaurant – in the form of bacon or sausage – or at the cottage. Boy did I eat a lot this weekend. Pork and alcohol… Not me at all. I feel like a piggy (pun intended).
I could post about how stupid I was Sunday night when I used the “fuck” when changing Stewie’s diaper – I said something like, “What the fuck?!?” and of course he picked up the word “fuck”. No matter how I tried to change the word to “fluck”, “flock”, “truck”, “fwock” or “flax”, he kept repeating, “fuck”. After a few minutes he settled on the word “fuock” and that was his word for 10 more minutes until he forgot it.
Of course, I could have posted about my son and soccer, which would mean I could have posted about Linus’ Sportball soccer games during which I turn into that dad, who stands on the sidelines and yells at his kid to stay awake, pay attention and run! How could I not? I looked over and he was standing beside the opposition goalie waving his arms… Even the goalie tried to send him over to play. Yup. I’m THAT Dad. Yikes.
Then again, I could have just posted about my 20 minute run tonight and how I really need August to be that month that I lose weight, tone up and run at least 3 days per week in order to prepare for the 5K race at the Toronto Marathon… 5K may not seem like a lot for most of you, but for someone like me who is not too long since recovering from a herniated disk in my back, it is a big deal!. Right now, I just feel gross.
Keeping with sports, I could post about my softball league whose game was rained out tonight – or that I joined a ball hockey team for September.
But what I would really like to post about is the fact that I have taken some time off of work at the government in order to spend with the family, for the rest of August as I try to use up some of my banked vacation and continue to look for that new career which will better utilize my personality and education. The one I currently have sucks, for me, and the majority of the people are worse. Truth be told, I’m never stepping foot back into that office again!
I should have posted about the great book I was reading this weekend called, “CyberTaxation“, but I doubt anyone would care.
I really should post a nice post about a very nice BBQ we had at the house on holiday Monday with Mr and Mrs. Mamalooper and Mr and Mrs Smickoz. We had invited 2 other couples with their kiddies but illness fell upon them, leaving just the 3 couples and man did we have a nice time. Good conversation all around. The kids played so well together and I burned almost everything on the BBQ which sucked considering just the Friday night before I cooked a blue steak for my mother’s birthday. I was so embarrassed. I’m a good BBQ’er.
I really want to post about the crap going on at the office – but it’s been quiet recently. Turns out, the whole kerfuffle is all about 3 individuals who are telling a colleague of mine not to “be friends” with me… Yup. I’m 37 years old and this is what I get to deal with at the office. Well, besides telling untruths about me and really being rude to my colleagues, these 3 – of whom I have bought many a coffee for, and had to my house, given lacrosse tickets to, and spent many an hour listening to their problems, have decided this is what they want to spend their time doing… Not working of their relationships, or on advancing their careers, or on being a better person, but they want to talk about me. I’m honoured. I really am. But, I am SO not worth it. I’m nothing like they portray me to be, and those of you whom I have met will have some image of me and that is more accurate. I’m quiet and polite to those I am just meet and in my arena – sports, politics, volunteering or work, I’m an animal. That is all. I’m not evil, don’t try to manipulate everyone, if anyhting, I’m awkword but learning to be better.
I guess I could post about my kids, like Stewie not sleeping, but pooing on the potty at 22 months, or about Linus loving camp and on his own dunking his head under the water while swimming, or the fact my sub-zero fridge isn’t working, the kids running around the house in rubber boots Monday, Stewie wiping out on the back deck while trying to grab the hot dogs I was BBQ’ing. He landed on his head but kept a hold of the dogs. (I think there will be MANY posts about Stewie and food in the coming years on this blog).
I should vent about the company I did consulting work for who implemented my ideas, yet never paid me, or the stupid trees still blocking the sidewalk as I walk to the subway.
But truth be told, I just want to go to bed. Stewie will be up soon. It’s midnight.