Breakfast is a Lie and a Huge Puddle
I couldn’t sleep worth a piss last night, finally passed out at about 430, and was shocked into existence at 8. Everyone was up, and it was kind of a lazy morning. But, I had a powerful lust to cook something, so I told Cheryl that I was going to get some breakfast shit, and I would be back shortly. I threw on some Dickies stuff (my new favorite brand) and headed to Walmart (I must be a glutton for punishment). I put Down 3 in the CD player and was off to provide a hearty meal for my family.
As I pulled into the parking lot of Walmart, I couldn’t help but notice how unusually congested it was for a saturday morning. Whatever, I thought. I just got to grab some foodstuff and I will be off. As it turns out, every car in the parking lot had around 7 people in them, and they were all in the food section. Fuck me, was the thing that came to mind as I entered the store. Totally packed all the way through. Okay, no biggie, what do I need exactly? Some potatoes would be good, sausage, and maybe some wildcard items that I had not planned on getting. Two hours in that place getting food…two fucking hours of life that I would have rather been dead for. I pulled into my carport, and began unloading items.
1) A Peperidge Farm cake 2) Jones Green Apple Soda(I fucked up and grabbed the sugar free shit) 3)Ortega Hashbrown tates 4) One pound of butterfly shrimp 5) Pork sausage 6) Pilsbury Cinnamon Rolls 7) A fleece blanket.
Thats what happens when you go to Walmart without a fucking list. Cheryl and the kids were playing, so I began to set up shop. I was in rare form, rushing to and fro’ in the kitchen. After about a half hour, I was done and set the table up. and served the food. Cheryl came in and told me that she had already fed the kids when I hit the one hour mark of being gone, because they were hungry. Buddy the Dog had a breakfast fit for a king that morning.
We put the boys down for a nap at about noonthirty, and I wanted to get a nap in as well. My first mistake was getting on the comp. I logged into my WoW account, and ran around a bit with no objective in mind. Its been awhile since I have actually sat down and played Warcraft for a solid amount of time, but I have kind of gotten past the withdrawls, and I am thinking about closing my account, so I get a good foothold in Mass Effect. Anyway, I decided to pay a visit to menarebetterthanwomen (check out the links on the right), to see what advances Man has made in past few months that I have not been over there. As it turns out Dick Masterson has a blog, and a pretty great one at that. I ordered a copy of Men Are Better Than Women: the Book on amazon.com. Good times. Come to find out, Dick was on the Dr. Phil show a while back, and you can check out the segment on youtube (hit the treadmill).
Naptime was now over, and I was fucked as usual. We did lunch and spent most of the day playing around with the boys. Now it is in the late afternoon, and Cheryl wants us all to go out and buy the kids a tent to put up in the living room to use as a fort. Sounds good to me, came my prompt response. Now, when I am tired I don’t talk a lot, and Cheryl takes my silence and deduces that I am in a bad mood due to something she did, or didn’t, do. That, in turn, makes me mad and puts me into a bad mood. That being said, the first stop was Sonic, to get the boys some icecream. Needless to say, it was terrible for all involved. Mike was smearing it all over the car and himself. Gabe was crying because he wanted to hold the treat, so he could throw it on the floor. After about an hour we said fuck this, and went home.
Cheryl decided that she wanted to take the kids to the park. Cool, but I asked if she would drop me off at home first. I love taking the kids out to play, but I really have to be in a certain mood to go to the park here. Its utter pandemonium there, no child is ever there with it’s parents, and so Cheryl and I have to keep a very close eye on our kids, all while kids that aren’t ours bother us. The park can also get pretty rough once the older kids come over after school, unsupervised of course, due to their fathers being in jail and their mothers whoreing for crack. I decided to take a cat nap, but about a half hour into it, Cheryl came in the house crying. Nothing new, whatever. The boys came in and they were soaked head to toe in mud. From what I could gather, they thought it would be cool with us if they jumped in a huge mudhole while Cheryl was telling them not to do it. Yeah, we put them to bed early last night.
