Sr. Doug

My Dad is pretty awesome. He is always supportive of my crazy decisions and helps me figure out problems both mental and financial. Even though he is older, he is still dancing his hiney off and lifting girls over his head. He's the shiz. I'm proud to call him Dad.

Happy Father's Day, pops.

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This is my crazy aunt, Gina.


This is her son London.


He turned 1 today. Blow out the candle.


Aaaaannnndd his hands are in the cake.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY LONDON (aka Buzz Cool)

We Looked Like Giants

So having just been relieved of baby-sitting duty, I have come to a realization. Babies are hard. I love Buzz Cool Hatch, my baby cuz, but child needs to learn to be happy. I had to be holding him or he would belt his three-month old lungs out. By some miracle he feel asleep, allowing for about 45 minutes of Weeds. After his nap, he only got fussier and he didn't seem to respond to my repeated chorus of "London (his real full name) chillax please." I took him out side on the covered patio to get some air and he calmed right down. I wouldn't think that that whiny bitch "Hurricane" Fay would relax anyone. She must speak 3 month old.

Moral of the story: I'm really not ready for children. Like really.

Wreck of the Day

I hope ya'll in the blogesphere had a good 4th. It's usually one of my favorite holidays. Luckily, I got in my celebratory acts the day before. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. I honored the 4th of July on the 3rd of July.

Things aren't as crazy and obnoxious the day before. Streets are fairly clear. Stores aren't quite packed. Plus there are always people who do a test run of their home fireworks. I know because I was at my aunt's house, in her hot tub, instead of nasty ass Camp/Kiosk, where I was scheduled to be. It's good to veer off schedule every now and then.

Anywho, we had a family party the entire day and it was a blast. Putting it in retrospective, it almost makes up for my 4th, at Camp/Kiosk, where I was scheduled to be(11 and 1/2 hours is too long. I know, some people work 14 hour days but all I say to them is, "STUUUPID!"). I didn't even see any fireworks. I'm not usually big on exploding sky rockets but it's kinda a F*&^ you reminder to Britain that we got our freedom. I would have liked to see some reminding.

But alas, I am gorging on Saved by the Bell attempting to recouperate from the horrific night.