Critter’s Krib

It’s been a rough year. Laid off twice, hernia, courts, and tons of other shit. Hopefully 2009 will have a few semblances of brightness to it, because this past year, sucked ass.

Dear 2008. Fuck you. Sincerely, Me and the boys!

so… they’ve increased what we will pay, but refuse to pay more themselves. It’s all about greed now-a-days

I would /so/ get dish, but my apartment is at the bottom back.. no way I can get the dish pointed in the right direction

At such a ferocious little tiger!

I’ve had over 3 weeks of recovery from my hernia operation. I think that is quite good enough. I’ve actually done much better than I thought I would. While it was refreshing to /not/ workout in the beginning. It’s really starting to get to me. My weight has remained constant for the most part, but I just don’t feel like I did. And I want that back. grrrrr!

I am pretty sure that the first few workouts will totally kick my ass, and I do plan on taking it easy with and around my abs. The hernia repair feels tight from time to time. *shrug* I might still wear my hernia belt in the beginning just to be safe… we’ll see, I guess.

I’ll be redoing my pictures again, since for the most part we are starting over.

oh and btw… Merry Christmas

The title does make it sound like they had to search around a bit, doesn’t it?

I only mention this because all of the photos I have seen showed the plane pretty intact. Not like it was scattered across a large area or something *shrug*

So here I am browsing wral.com and I came across an article about a 14 yr old that went got a tattoo over Thanksgiving while his mother was away.

The boys mother, angry at him /and/ the tattoo parlor had the tattoo artist, Christopher Blayne, charged with tattooing a juvenile and contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Both charges are misdemeanors.

The comments on the article are probably more interesting than the article itself.

14 year old baby, why did she leave her baby at home durning the Thanksgiving holiday, I thought that was at time for family to be together.

Somebody dropped the ball here…let’s throw this one out there. Perhaps the Mom…where was she on Thanksgiving while her 14 year old son was at home????? alone???? on a holiday???? Whatever happened to adult supervision, it’s not just for babies!

She definitely can’t put the entire blame on the tattoo parlor. As her son willingly went into the parlor to get a tattoo. That is Mom’s fault. But she could sue the tattoo parlor for damages, which, in itself, may be enough to put that tattoo parlor out of business. But the biggest fault is with the Mother. She obviously allowed her son to associate with people like this in the past. He didn’t blindly meet people and get a tattoo without the groundwork already being there. Nice job, Mom.

The last one is my favorite. I went ahead and made prominent the part I like best. “…people like this…” What the fuck is that all about? Seriously? What year is it? You want my opinion? Of course you do.. otherwise you wouldn’t be here right?

First off, the boy needs an ass whooping. Fourteen is not too old to be taken over the knee. He was told no, and no means no. He was underage, and it’s no doubt that he knew that. Who took him to the shop? I seriously doubt a 14 yr old boy went to the shop for his first bit of ink by himself. You want to be pissed at someone, mom? Be pissed at your son. Be pissed at the person or persons that went with him.

I’ve been in a lot of tattoo shops. And I’m not saying that some shops might not tattoo underage kids illegally, but I have definitely /never/ seen it. All the shops that I have been in, ALWAYS ask for ID. It gets photocopied and filed away. *shrug* Although, if I was the artist and charged with something like this, I would have the photocopied id and release form in my hands and presented downtown as fast as I could. I’d be like… “come bail me out.. oh .. .and bring that shit that clears my name, too will ya?”

If my boy came home at age 14 and said he wanted a tattoo, I would say no. He would just have to wait. Now I can tell you that /my/ boy would definitely think twice about disobeying me on something such as this. There would be serious repercussions if such a thing were to happen. And I am willing to be he (will) knows that.

well shit… I’ve gone off on a tangent.. long story short… my boy does something like that, and he won’t be able to sit for a while… that’s all I’m saying..

so back to the quote… “people like this…” oh? do you mean people like me? I’d like to meet people that say shit like /that/ in person.

just saying….

I’m not even sure why that is anymore. The commercialism of it all thoroughly annoys me. It just doesn’t feel all holiday-ish.. ya know? *shrug*

So what’s up?

My lack of writing, that’s for sure. I have felt little to no inspiration or motivation to write anything lately. Hell, it’s even been ages since I’ve updated or posted to my Twitter account. Getting let go from Seesmic, just kinda sucked the social media life out of me *shrug* oh well…

I am healing up decently after both procedures last week. I might have mentioned it before (can’t be bothered to look at the moment), but each procedure in itself isn’t/wasn’t too bad, but both of them together … eh… My boys (and by boys, I mean balls) were already sore from the hernia operation. Not sure why.. they just were. Then to have Dr. V attack my balls and cut off their life force two days later… yeah well. I’ve never claimed to be all that bright.

Oh, and apparently posting pictures of your vasectomy and your balls on Facebook is not kosher. Hahaha! You know me… I just wanted to share. At least the doctor was cool about it. He let me snap away while he was doing the procedure.

So what else? The contract gig I had isn’t really panning out as I would have liked. Target here I come, right? I would totally get back to waiting tables if I have to, it’s just hard to juggle the schedule with the boys. Oh well, I’ll figure something out.

I was growing my hair out again, for a mohawk. I mainly started because I was being lazy and didn’t want to shave. Then having hair became more annoying than the thought of having to shave it. Back to bald. Sorry Nana.

I totally feel like a fatass. Now, I know that’s not /really/ the case, as my weight has actually dropped a bit. But it’s not the kind of weight I want to drop. I have been following the doctor’s orders and not working out. And to be honest, it’s effing killing me. Meghann and I plan on starting back up in a couple weeks. I might try to squeeze in a few light bits of cardio in the meantime. It’s sad how fast the body falls out of it.

What else? hmmm

Oh yeah.. Phoenix just turned 2. Friggin 2 years! Can you believe it?

Here’s the boys and I some day last week.

Well it looks like I made it! I’m a wee bit sore and OMG it hurts to cough, but I’m sitting in recovery enjoying a cup of coffee!

See ya on the flip side

Surgery at 12:30.

This past Tuesday, Phoenix had a Thanksgiving Lunch at his daycare. He hadn’t napped properly the day before, and had apparently not slept all that well the night before so he was pretty tired. When I arrived all he wanted to do was leave. He cried and cried. He settled down a bit and attempted to eat, but he only ate the pears (I think they were pears).

I snapped a few pics with my camera. I really like this one. I’ll post more later.