Helpful Hudson

Hudson loves to come out and "help" me shovel.  He would constantly ask to take my shovel and push some snow around. As cute as I thought it was it made the whole shoveling the driveway a very long process. I decided it was worth the 3 bucks for the pint size shovel, one of my finer investments. It saved me hours of shovel time. So I just want to say a big thank you to the tiny shovel makers of China. You have changed my life. Thank you.

Olive is here!

I get it, I find new ways to suck. A major event happens in my life and don't say a peep to the blogashpere. How could I turn my back on the community?! I don't deserve the keyboard I am typing on. Any who, Olive was born on September 23rd. We could not ask for a better baby. She is beautiful and loves to sleep. And Hudson loves her, maybe a little too much. He smothers her with kisses.

Ready, Set...Wait

We have Olive's room ready to go. Incase the pink didn't clue you in we are having a girl. Hudson has decided to help prepare us for Olive's arrival as well. He has decided the last few nights to wake up every two hours. He will cry for me and I will get to his room and ask him what he wants. He will say "Quesadilla" or "Pizza" or "Hot Dog". He's totally hip to Taco Bell's 4th meal. I also totally get that some of life's best meals taste better at 3am. I of course try to discourage this behavior as best as possible. The problem is, is that it runs in our blood. I remember staying up late as a young lad watching TV in the basement and then hearing the squeak of the floor above me as my pops on autopilot fixed himself a bowl of ice cream. I would go upstairs and he wouldn't even look at me. I think he was sleep eating. It's like a pit bull is bred to fight. We were bred to snack. You can't fight nature.

Somebody has got to tell him!

You will have to click on this picture to get a better view. Did anyone else notice Stevie's choice of facial hair at the DNC last week? It's not a goatee because there is no hair on the chin. To me I pictured Stevie was in the back waiting to come on and enjoying a delicious piece of chocolate cake when they came back and said "Mr. Wonder your on!" I then picture him scrambling to get on stage forgetting to wipe his mouth, Obviously not checking a mirror. Is it just me, or is this a strange choice of facial hair? I get it, he's blind, but doesn't he have someone close to say "hey the hair around the face. Not good." 

Runner?

I apologize for my short hiatus from blogging. I know I have upset my fans, both of them, Sorry Leyla and Emily. I have recently started running again. My friends Ryan and Kevin are training for the Chicago Marathon on October 4. I, for some reason, thought starting to train 5 weeks out with marathon runners was a good idea. I was actually impressed with myself that I could make the 13 mile run with them last Saturday. I do think it looks a little odd that these two fit guys with sleeveless shirts and cut biceps are running with this chubby guy. Clearly people driving by must be thinking one of these things is not like the other. Me bouncing and jiggling quite a bit more than a real runner should. It begs the question, How can someone run 13 miles and still be chubby? I don't know. I'm going to McDonald's to clear my head and think it over.

Nick made a legitimate request in the comments of my previous post. I am posting this picture incase the authorities are in need of a lead on the latest possible stabbing in Sandy. Hudson and I were at South Towne Mall. We swung by the knife shop where Suzy was working. (Nicks better half) We were there visiting with Nick, Suzy and Macy when in walks in a young customer. Because kids sense evil, Hudson immediately grabs my leg and say's "Daddy, I scurd." All I could do was pat him on the head and say, "Me too son, me too." Suzy, showing no fear, goes right up to him and starts talking. Must be the 15 years in the blade biz.  The customer flashes from his man purse strapped across his body that he is packin' and is interested in adding to his medieval battle ax collection. Nick described him as a member of the Trench Coat Mafia. Nick missed out on one of the key ingredients of being a member. You need a trench coat. He was wearing a T-shirt that said, "Kick'n Bass" and a Wilson wrist band. I think he is more a citizen of Coo Cooville. I'm sorry the picture is a little blurry. Nick was scared and couldn't stop shaking. He may have trickled a little. Not sure you'll have to ask him.

Bloody Slurpee

Hudson wanted a Slurpee. Of course I am still working on father of year so I am once again willing to oblige. Not to mention I don't mind the taste of the sweet nectar. We wander in to the "Sev" and blocking our way to the Slurpee machine is a group of six pre teen girls. There is a little commotion going on and then one of the employee's hands a paper towel to one of the girls. She immediately puts it to her mouth. She is bleeding and dangerously close to my Pina Colada! I put my hand down to lean on the counter as I wait. I nearly put my hand on a napkin with a bloody tooth resting in the center. I was disgusted. My disgust quickly turned into to desire. I had to have a photo! I am fumbling with the camera on my phone when I hear this pre teen voice ask "Can you help me with this lid?" I look at the pre teen with a bloody paper towel in one hand and a Slurpee in another. I realize she is looking right at me. I then said "Are you talking to me?" She was. So I helped keeping one eye on the tooth. I think she saw me eyeing her bloody chiclet because she reached for it quickly and in her haste sent it flying to floor... tink... tink...tink bouncing across the "Sev". My dreams of this photo opportunity went flying with it. That's why I have this stupid picture. Sorry I couldn't share an actual visual with this one.