It's Monday Night

I just want to check in on this delightful Monday night.  I was watching Hell's Kitchen earlier, and I got to thinking.  You know, this show doesn't take a whole lot of work to make, except some editing, yet it's popular, in the same way that all reality shows are popular.  Part of me wants to see real programming where someone gets paid to write a script while an actor gets paid to act out the scenes.  Networks love reality TV because they don't have to hire people like they do on scripted shows.  Well anyway, what I was thinking about was that even though these shoes are not helping the television industry, they're pretty entertaining, and I can't deny that I was really enjoying watching the show.  Made me want to cook food.  Too bad we don't have any around here.  We need to grocery shop, but we have to wait until Wednesday when Bethany gets paid.  Shit, man, I'm hungry.  I been living off eggs the past three days.

I know this makes us sound broke, which we're not, but we just need to go grocery shopping and we need to wait until Wednesday, okay?  Don't judge us.  And when I go shopping, I'm going to buy all the stuff to make a delicious meal for the two of us.  I don't know what I'll make, but it's gonna be rad, I promise.  I'll talk about the details when I know the details.

Until then, I must go to bed now.  I'm pretty tired.  Baby is winding down, and so are we.

Goodnight, everyone. 

Random Thoughts, Sort Of

You see, this is the problem with not posting filler material on the weekends for the weekday posts.  When it comes to Thursday, and there's nothing here all week, I decided to take advantage of a sleeping baby to write and I just don't have anything to say.

I have been watching last night's Braves games every day.  It's fun because I get to watch my team, even if it's like, 18 hours after the game has been completed.  I share an MLB.TV subscription with a few friends and I have the ability to stream the games through the PS3, so I do that.  The Braves are the local covered team, so they're blacked out so I can't watch the games live.  Totally sucks, but I'll just watch it a day later, especially if I don't know the outcome.  It's still the latest game that occurred.

Sometimes when I type on real computer, I do the double-tap on the space bar, which automatically puts a period on an iPhone, but it doesn't do that here.

When I don't work during the week, I have a hard time drinking enough water.  At work, I drink a lot of water, but at home, I just don't think about it.  Then I feel all dehydrated all day.  So I try to remember to drink water.

I dusted the tables around the living room today with Pledge.  Our wood is shiny.

We went to the pool yesterday with Evie for the second time.  She seemed to like it.  I think I'll be more willing to go in the pool now after that experience because it didn't seem like such a "to-do" this time.  After the pool, I wanted ice cream real bad, as it felt really good to be outside enjoying a nice summer day, so we went to this place called Bobbie's Dairy Dip.  They had burgers and shakes and stuff.  I had the Chubby Checker shake, which was like, chocolate, peanut butter, and whip cream all mixed together.  It tasted like a liquid no-bake cookie.  Very rich, and very sweet.  Lastly, it wasn't very cold, so it was just like drinking pure chocolate sauce.  It was alright, but a little too rich for me.  It's like, when you want an album to be all full of rockin' fast songs, and the ballad makes you angry.  Well when you get the album full of rockin' fast songs, you realize it's not that great because there was nothing to cut the thunder with.  This shake needed a ballad.  It was intense.

Okay, I'm going to go...do...something else.  This game is into the bottom of the 7th and baby will probably be waking up soon.  Piece out, hommie.

Pro Wrestling

As a young man, I was a very serious professional wrestling fan.  Very serious.  I would spend most of my time waiting for Monday night to watch Raw and Nitro, and Tuesday through Sunday, I would spend most of my time watching tapes of old pay-per-views.  My brother and I would collect them all, one way or another.  One of the main ways we had our collection was by renting the tapes from the video store and my brother would hook up our VCR's together and make a copy.  We had just about every pay-per-view either on a dubbed tape or the actual real copy.  I wouldn't say we watched them together all that often, but we both had seen them all, for sure.

One day, I took an interest in girls and started dating one, and she took my attention away from wrestling.  Also, I got a job that I worked evenings, and couldn't devote my Monday nights to the programming.  WWF bought WCW, their only competition, and it just sort of changed a lot for everyone.  It wasn't the same and I just wasn't that into it anymore, and it only got worse as I grew older.

Now, as I look at the WWE roster, I only recognize a few names, most of them being the holdovers from the days when I was a fan.  It's changed, where people don't have gimmicks anymore, it's more just dudes with a certain personality and catchphrases.  I really can't comment too much on the current state of affairs of the pro wrestling world, as I haven't watched any WWE programming in a while, and what I have watched in the past couple years has been short and usually low-quality illegal streams over the internet.

Part of what made wrestling so intriguing to me was that I knew it was "fake" or staged, and the wrestlers were basically acting, like dancing.  I sought the truth behind how it worked.  I wanted to know the secrets of pro wrestling, what was involved to make a match.  How they did it, how they would work together to perform the moves.  I wanted to know what went on backstage.  I wanted to know wrestlers real names.  Once all that stuff was revealed one way or another, the mystery of the whole thing sort of faded away for me.   I found out how the wrestlers communicate in the ring to coordinate what moves were going to be done next.  I found out how they make themselves bleed.  I looked up everyone's real name on the internet.  The veil of mystery was lifted with movies like Beyond the Mat and books like Mick Foley's Have a Nice Day.  The quest for the truth was over. I lost interest because there was nothing new to learn.

I still appreciate a good wrestling match.  I know a good wrestler when I see one, and I know a good match when I see one.  And you would know that I know who's a good wrestler, as my favorite wrestler of all time is X-Pac.  I still think the Undertaker is boring as all hell.  I still think Randy Orton is probably the best in the business right now, although remember, I haven't seen a lot of these new guys do their thing.  But from as long back as I can remember, the late 80's, until the summer of 2001, my life was professional wrestling.  In high school my dream was going to wrestling school when I was an adult.  Hell, I still would like to do it, maybe if I was more in shape, I guess.  Sometimes I wish I was still in those simpler times, just me in my room watching wrestling, eating popcorn, drinking Faygo, getting fat and full of cavities.  It was a great time, a happy time.  

Live Blog: Veggie Corn Dogs with Dipping Sauces

I'm fixin' to eat these

So here I am, way overtired, and I am about to eat my "lunch."  What I have for lunch today is two Trader Joe's brand Meatless Corn Dogs.  I have always loved Corn Dogs.  And I will always love corn dogs.  That's a rewrite on I Will Always Love You, by the way.  So to make my corn dogs interesting, I have found four different dipping sauces in a bowl in the back here at work.  McDonald's Sweet and Sour sauce, Arby's Sauce, Wendy's Heartland Ranch, and Hunt's Ketchup.  The ketchup part is pretty normal, but the others are just crazy!  So here's my thoughts on each sauce as I eat them on a corn dog.

First, Sweet and Sour sauce.  Really sucks.  It's like, a total clash of flavor.

Next, it's Ranch. That's actually not that bad, but still pretty weird.  It takes a second for me to realize what I'm putting in my mouth.  Not that great. But Ranch is pretty good on anything, so I would say it's acceptable. Just weird.

Next, Arby sauce.  Meh, not too bad.  The initial taste was awful, but subsequent bites get better and better.  I don't normally like Arby sauce anyway, so I had low expectations going into it.  I would choose the Ranch over this.  Not the Sweet and Sour though.

There's something wrong with this microwaved corn dog. It's all hard and dried out.  I went back to the Ranch to finnish it out because I don't need to know what corn dogs and ketchup taste like.  I always eat my corn dogs with ketchup.  After it's all said and done, the ranch is pretty damn good on there.  And now I'm just eating Ranch Dressing off the stick of the corn dog. I can hear myself getting fatter.  This has gone all down hill yet exactly the way I thought it would.

Okay, now I'm still hungry.  Let me eat these mixed nuts.  I wonder what a cashew would taste like dipped in ranch?

Posts About Posting

I want to ask you, is it obvious when there is a bunch of posts out in a row that I wrote them all on the same day and had them post throughout the week?  I try really hard not to make it obvious, but when there's weeks without any posts then suddenly there is posts every day for a week, I think it's obvious.  I can't help myself.  Usually I get in the mood to write on a Saturday or Sunday and write a bunch of different posts and have them come out all week long.  I also hate when I don't feel like writing on the weekend, because then there will definitely won't be any posts that week.  This is my post saying that I'm going to try to write posts on the day they happen instead of writing a bunch in one day and posting them all week.  Sort of like this one.  Was this written today or was this written on this past Sunday?

It's your guess, and I won't say.  But I would say if it's longer, it was written on the weekend, and if it's shorter, it was written on the day it was posted.  When I write at home, I don't feel like typing all that much, and when I'm at work on the weekend, I could go on and on and on and on for hours.  I don't know, what the fuck.  Have a nice day.  

Thursday, Just Like Wednesday

Sometimes I feel guilty having my daughter take naps all day.  I mean, who want's to sleep the entire day away, anyway?  But she needs naps to function and be happy.  I just feel strange after she slept all night, then put her down for a nap like, 2-3 hours later.  Well, whatever makes her happy, I suppose.

We drove by a house that is for rent yesterday, because our lease is up at the end of October in our current apartment.  If we were going to move, now is the time to start looking.  We are not in position to buy the house of our dreams at this time, but if we could rent a house for cheaper than what we're currently paying in rent in this tiny apartment, than we should look around and see what's available.  Our time is a bit short, but we didn't want to look for apartments or houses way before our current lease was up. The thought of moving hadn't even crossed my mind, and the thought of it makes me feel all weird inside.  What if we lived in a completely different part of the city?  Would that totally change my perspective of this wonderful place?

Speaking of apartments, I tried something last night.  You see, when it's getting late, my lovely wife goes to bed and I stay awake and play hockey on the PS3.  Every night, she sets the thermostat to 73 when she goes to bed, and this makes the house very frigid.  I usually have to put on warm pants and a hooded sweatshirt while she sleeps so I don't freeze my balls off.  Last night, I turned down the thermostat, but I only put it to 74.  It still got very cold in here, but I couldn't tell the difference.  When we woke up this morning, my lovely wife asked "Did you turn the thermostat all the way down?  It's hot in here."  "Yes I did." I responded, amazed that she could tell the difference, which was one degree.  Can't put anything past this one.   

Posts About Babies: No More Posts About Babies

I'm gonna go ahead and probably just cancel the Posts About Babies titles...I'll probably keep them categorized in the blog labels but the titles are probably going to go the way of the Atari 2600.  Still cool and stuff, but outdated compared to the current landscape.  You see, there is nothing much more to my life than the baby.  So to say that I have to specialize posts into a category of a "Post about Babies" is sort of unnecessary.

That's not to say the content here won't be other stuff besides posts about babies, but I believe that this is where I will find the most amount of the interesting things to write about, no?  And you thought when you read the title of this post that there would be no more posts about babies, didn't you?  Haha, sucker!

I think I might try my hand at video recording and editing.  We have Windows 7, which has all kinds of video editing stuff included into it, and I've messed with it before to try it out with a video I took of Cody Franson taking a slapshot at a Predators practice that was open to the public back in April.  It seemed easy enough to use, so I'm going to try to remember to record stuff and edit it together to make a nice little thing on my life.  As boring as my life is, there is some interesting and funny things that happen from time to time.  I just hope I can channel my inner Big Brother producer and shine events in a light that make them seem more interesting than they probably really are.  So in order to make this happen, I'm going to have to have the camera on my person nearly at all times, to capture video and then edit it down to the interesting stuff.  And not just videos of baby, but cooking breakfast and driving to places. Things like that.  So throughout this week I'm going to start trying to remember to get some video!  Who knows, maybe I'll be really good at it?