Because they couldn't have won it without my help

On Friday, my company held a little event that interested me a great deal. Apparently, the World Series Trophy won by White Sox goes on tour and its stop that day was at our facility. Not only that, but we could get our picture taken with the trophy. Being the baseball fan that I am, I had to go. I figured it didn't matter what it cost, I would be willing to pay $20 for a photo of me with the trophy. Tuesday was the day I could go online and view the 2 shots that were taken of me. What I beheld next was a very pleasant surprise. I could download both photos at full size for free. FREE!!! That's a price even Debbie could agree too. Naturally, I downloaded this and have now placed them on the web for your viewing pleasure.
Pic 1
Pic 2
Oh, did I forget to mention they let us wear Ed Farmer's ring too? He was a pitcher for the Sox in the late 70's early 80's and is now the radio color analyst. This ring is massive, filled with diamonds, and is quite heavy. I had a ball, even though the pose is a bit dorky. They asked that you either hold up a a finger (no ... not that one) or a thumb. I went with the thumb. Eh.

Why does she have to waste money?

I hate it when Debbie wastes money. She gets suckered into buying things we absolutely don't need just because the price is right. The latest example is from Target. While shopping there for a rug, she saw some plastic eggs on clearance. Of course, she had to pick them up, despite us not having a need at all for such a frivolous item. Of course, one wouldn't do. No, she had to by 2 .. TWO!!!! Great ... another $0.14 down the drain. Why does she have to be so wasteful?

Oh, and did I mention I just spent $150 on a 400 GB hard drive to put into another Tivo (but this one is a Series 2 instead of our current Series 1)? How am I supposed to continue spending in the manner to which I am accustomed, when Debbie has to throw money around like that?

Things she does to irk me at 17 months old

I think the Pipsqueak has inherited some of Debbie's idiosyncrasies. One that has surfaced recently is a love of wearing socks. When I get the Pipsqueak dressed in the morning, she loves to run around and generally make it difficult to dress her. So, I usually chase her down to put her top on. And then she runs off again pants less. Now, this is not Debbie's idiosyncrasy, I would be a much happier man if it were. I will ask Pipsqueak if she wants to come to me to put her pants on. To this enticement, there is an overwhelming sense of indifference. However, when I hold up a pair of socks, she comes running. So, according to her, socks are much more important than pants. Let's just add this to the list of things Pipsqueak does that irks her father. Prior to this one, the list included:

1. Taking off her pants
   
2. Dancing around any pole she sees
   
3. Giving strange boys hugs and kisses

Man, and we haven't even reached the teenage years yet. I am in for a world of trouble.

Guess what? Poochy wasn't that great an idea

So, it has been a while since I last wrote and I have to say that, after not blogging for several weeks, it is very hard to get back into the swing of it. There have been numerous developments and, in time, I will probably highlight them all. But for now, I wanted to jump back into this with something completely inane.
Pipsqueak and I spend our weekday mornings together. I get ready for work while she watches a little TV while in the play pen. We watch Playhouse Disney as there are no commercials and she just loves most of the shows they air. I tolerate one show in particular. I have previously stated my disdain for the Doodlebops, a member of Playhouse Disney. Well, the new season has made things worse. It is my distinct impression that, during the hiatus, a producer was watching that episode of the Simpson's where they add Poochy to Itchy & Scratchy. Unfortunately, they must have gone to do something else 10 minutes into the show, because it appears this person thought it was a good idea. Yes, the Doodlebops have added the equivalent of a Poochy. They've increased their urban quotient (as much as can be done by a bunch of white people producing a kid's show out of Toronto) by adding a talking dog named DJ Audio Murphy. Could things get worse? Why yes, they can replace the smooth rhyming Mazz with Jazzmin, who is as comfortable speaking in rhyme as I am busting a move on the dance floor. This woman couldn't make Dr Seuss books interesting with the labored speech patterns she uses. Please! Please stop the insanity!
Okay, this is a bit of a long winded rant on a children's show. There will be more interesting stuff later. I promise!

A little interesting

I've seen this making the rounds today on the web, but thought I would take up a little bandwidth to bring it to your attention as well. Tonight, at 2 minutes and 3 seconds past 1 am, the timestamp at that particular moment will be:

01:02:03 04/05/06

Just a nifty little quirk that happens every so often. The next time will be May 6th, 2007 at 2 hours, 3 minutes, and 4 seconds into that day.

What a nice April Tan!

Last night, Debbie and I headed downtown to spend time with her cousin Tammya long with her husband and friends to help celebrate her birthday. One of the activities was a body bronzing and massage that Debbie would partake with Tammy. Since Debbie is about one of the whitest people we know, many of you have inquired as to the outcome of this. I offer you now visual evidence of the hottie I married:

Not a bad look for April, don't you think?