It's the most wonderful, scratch that, CRAZY time of the year

Okay, it has only been a few MONTHS since I posted here, but I figured it was time to get back in the groove and post something, not that anyone is reading. But catharsis has no price so I will keep on truckin. But Christmas is right around the corner and of course, there are items to be bought. Last year it was the hop and ride pony that we had to get for the little Munchkin and it took a long ride to the ghetto of Philadelphia to find one. This year, it's even worse. Trying to find the hot ticket item that every child wants and no supply available. And what is it that that every child wants, Zhu Zhu Pets! What the fuck is a ZHU ZHU PET you ask??? It's a little stuffed animal, usually a gerbil or hamster that that walks around and makes noise like the real thing. Without the pet shit all over the place. Oh don't get me wrong, there's plenty of crap, you just have to buy that too. In the form of play areas, hamseter wheels, rolling balls that you put your ZHU ZHU in and it acts like a regular pet. The only piece I have found is a play area at Toys 'R Us. So hopefully Santa will locate them in time for his little boo. I don't care how far I have to drive to make my girl's dream come true.

So in honor of my ZHU ZHU Hunt, I am choosing "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" by U2 as my blog comeback song of the day.

These are the days

There comes a time in a father's life when he realizes his baby isn't a baby anymore. Could be when they say their first word, or hug you for the first time. But really, it's the day they start to walk. And for my one year old son, that day is today. Unfortunately, he couldn't wait one day till I had the day off and could see it for myself. Though that really doesn't matter. My little boy is walking finally and I couldn't be happier about it. He's looking so much like a little boy now instead of the baby I wanted him to be. Pretty soon he will be running the bases, skating down the ice, throwing a touchdown, and dunking a basketball. Okay, so like his daddy, he is very white and will NEVER dunk a basketball without a trampoline's help. But you get the idea. SO today's song of the day is "Walk Like a Man." Way to go Moose, Daddy is so proud of you!

Ok, so my hatred grows

Yes, the Wings lost the other night and the Penguins won the Cup. But as I said before, Cindy "Crybaby" Crosby did not deserve to hoist Lord Stanley's donation. This was evidenced by his lack of respect for the Wings, specifically, Captain Niklas Lidstrom, by not shaking Lidstrom's hand as per hockey tradition. I don't care how excited you are Sid-Knee, funny you looked like your leg was fine skating with the Cup, you make the beeline for the handshake line and respect the team your teammates, NOT YOU, just beat. This was a disgusting display by the so called "Face of the Game" and "Hope for the Future of Hockey." The Wings were a tired and injury ridden team the entire playoff and still came within inches of winning the Cup. To bad the first goal Pittsburgh scored was further than inches away from NOT BEING ICING. But I digress. So in honor of the 21-year old punk captain of the Penguins, today's song of the day is "Loser" by Beck.

"In the time of Sid Crosby, he is a monkey!"

This one is for you Cindy

Well, tonight it all happens. Game Seven. Joe Louis Arena. The Cup will be skated with, and all I ask, is "Dear God, don't let them hand it the little whiny bitch." Yes, I am referring to Crybaby, I mean Cindy, oops, I mean Sidney Crosby. I know the NHL wants to push this bastard as the face of the league. But I don't understand why. He hasn't impressed me at all. When his team needed a boost, it was Malkin that challenged Zetterberg who has owned Crosby all series. How many points did Cindy have in must-have game 6. That would be ZERO. How many shots, ONE. He has not earned the right to hoist the Cup. He whines to the refs all the time and I pray, PRAY they do not hand out cheap calls for PowerPlays to the Penguins like they did in game six. If Datsyuk had been healthy from the start of the series, this is already over. The parade would have been this week down Woodward. So dear god, let Zetterberg continue to change Cindy's diaper. Let Datsyuk get his first goal of the series. Let Franzen dominate the boards and the front of the net. Let the booming shots from Lidstrom, Rafalski, Ericsson, and Stuart find the back of the net behind Fleury. Let Kronwall bury Crybaby into the second row behind the Penguins bench. And let Ozzie capture his fourth Cup and punch his ticket to the Hall of Fame. In your name we pray.

So in honor of Cindy Crybaby, today's song of the day is, "I Hate Everything About You" by Ugly Kid Joe.

Faces come out in the rain

The one thing I both love and hate about the cell phone generation is that nothing is private anymore. I love being able to take a picture of something unique and different at the drop of a hat because I have my phone with me. But then again, if I do something stupid in public, chances are somebody is going to tape it. Thank god I was born when I was because nobody had cameras at the Male Hot Body contest in Cancun back in '99, or when I was wheeled out of Foxwoods Casino at my bachelor party. Actually, somebody might have video of that, but thankfully I have never seen it. But that is why today I am choosing "People are Strange" by the Doors as my song of the day. How did it take me this long to use a Doors song??? No idea. But in defining how people are strange, I provide visual evidence.

Trust me, this car looked worse in person. I saw it in my rearview when I was taking my mom to the airport this week. I immediately stopped the music playing and snapped a quick shot. Isn't it just "Ghetto Fabulous?"

This is my new favorite Chinese Place in Exton, Pa. We used to go to Nice Chinese Restaurant, yes that was its name. Then we went to Super Wok. But now we go to HOT WOK, always have to say it with some gusto. Who would have thought Paris Hilton would open a chinese place.

Ok, aloe. I have dry skin. I have used aloe for it. I get that. What I don't get is why I would want to drink it. Do my insides need moisturizing? Someone needs to enlighten me on this.

Till next time, ciao.

after a brief hiatus

Here we are, back at the grind after a weekend celebrating the Mini-Guinea's marriage. Now the bastard is in Tahiti. Yes the green eyed monster is running rampant in Pennsylvania. But I wish him nothing but the best. Don't know what song I should use today, so in honor of Dave and Jessica, I guess I will use, "There is Love" by Peter Paul and Mary. It was their wedding song. Have a fabulous Honeymoon, enjoy Moorea and Bora Bora, get the Mako Shark at Bloody Mary's, and never forget the color of the water there in the lagoons.

The Great American Pastime

No, I am not referring to baseball, or as some would say football now. Although like baseball, I am referring to something well connected to the summer. I am actually referring to the the great american roadtrip. And with gas prices rapidly escalating, it is surely coming time for many people to grab their car keys and hit the open road. While I myself prefer "Fall Foliage" roadtrips, the summer is a great time to drive. Today, I am really just going to show you some funny things I have seen while driving my car around. But I will choose a song, and it is "Life is a Highway" by Tom Cochrane. But the pictures mean more today. Here they are:

This picture is in the dictionary under "Car Safety"

I'm cool, I like to tell everyone where I have been

Holy Hair Batman!!!