Theresia and I

Here's T and I on the same day. Lexie did a great job taking this picture!

Captain's Quarters

This was last Sunday. Theresia, the kids and I went for a drive. We ended up having hot cocoa at The Captain's Quarters. Well, I had hot tea with Splenda. We went down to the water and walked around. It was cold, but a clear and pretty day...

Belt!

I just went to the bathroom. Not something i usually note on this blog, but... I just noticed that the belt i got at Christmas time has crept up on me! I bought the size 50 waist belt and it only went into the first hole. Now its on the 2nd to last!!

More Crazy Roommate Crap

I had to be my kid's prescriptions filled yesterday. They went to the doctor and one has cough, the other has ear infection. I had to drop them off to their mother over in Indiana, so when I was done with that, I went over to visit with Joe and Dana.

Later, Theresia gave me a call, and we met at my apartment and settled in for the evening. She has trouble with insomnia sometimes. We fell asleep watching The Skeleton Key, and then when she woke up about 2:30 this morning, we finished watching it. I thought it was really good. Freaky, but good.

When I went to go to the bathroom this morning, my bathroom door was locked and shut. I don't have a key and I was sitting there with a coat hanger for about 15 minutes. After that, I went to flush, and it wouldn't flush. I looked at it this morning and there was no water in the tank. I half suspect that the crazy room mate did these things.

Also, Theresia was looking in my closet and she says "Oh my God!" She got me this huge bottle of expensive vodka for Christmas. It's almost gone. I've had like two drinks made out of it. The room mate has been getting in my room and drinking it. That's about $50 worth of booze. And not so much as a please or thank you. Never even asked.

I'm starting to get worried about the kids and my personal effects being within her reach while I am not there.

Logan's Birthday

Here are some pix from Logan's BD Party...

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Thou Wowest Me 2...

The card my girlfriend got me for Valentine's Day...

Outside is a picture of a knight on horseback embossed in silver. It says: "She hadn't realized that there were still knights in shining armor running around these days...until she found him."

On the inside, it says "Thou wowest me!"

...and then she wrote: "I am thankful every day to have met someone as kind, loving, affectionate, and playful as you are. I love your creative spirit and your sense of adventure. I love that we have s much fun together and yet we have our serious moments too. I love that you love to cook! I love that one devilish eyebrow. I love your beautiful voice. I love the way your skin smells when you're asleep, warm and spicy...keeps bad dreams away. Your breath is my lullaby--slow, deep, and deliberate."

How sweet is that? I told her in truth, it is the most wonderful card I've ever gotten in my life. Aside from cards from the kids...(well I didn't say that last, but it's pretty-much a given when you have kids.) She is truly an awesome woman.

Thou wowest me

My girlfriend got of the sweetest Valentine's Day card! Here's a picture. I'll send the text in a moment...

Grandpa's Table

When the kids and I got in last night, I found my room looking ransacked, a trash bag full of my laundry from the dryer marked "clean clothes", and my great-grandpa's antique table (not expensive, just sentimental) broken in half. My crazy room mate had been in my room for some reason. She sent me a message just now that she would be off today, but working until midnight tomorrow and I replied and asked her what happened. Lexie said "We never even touch any of her stuff." She was confused and didn't understand why she would come into our room and break things.

I feel like my privacy has been greatly violated. I am so sick of this crap. She just sent me a message back and said "I don't know what you're talking about." I'm guessing she was drunk again, just came in and did stuff and blacked out. That happens to her a lot. Ugh...

Deep Sea Fishing

I co-worker and I were talking about fishing today, and I related the story of my deep-sea fishing experience. While it was fresh in my mind, I thought I'd put it here on my blog...

One summer I went "deep sea" fishing in the Gulf of Mexico. The trip out made a lot of people sick. I though it was great! The ocean/sea is beautiful. It was a day tour, and I caught mainly scrub fish while everybody else was catching grouper. Right before we left to head back, I thought I had gotten hooked on the bottom... Now I've been fishing a lot in lakes, rivers, creeks around here. I assumed it was a log--sometimes that happens and you have to cut your line. I reeled and reeled. It took me a couple minutes to remember where I was. It was the middle of the Gulf of Mexico...no trees or logs for miles around. Could it be coral or something? It was about that time that I did see something in the water. It LOOKED like a big log...

I kept brining in my line, finally the "log" surfaced and rolled over--it was a huge fish! It looked like a cat fish...it had the "whiskers" out the side of it's head. So, rod bending nearly in half, I brought it aboard the boat. I was about ready to bend down and get the hook out when the fellow working on the boat yelled at me "wait for me--don't touch that!" He had on steel mesh gloves. He stepped on its head and removed the hook. In doing this, I could see row upon row of teeth!! It was a nurse-shark! He said likely it would have taken a couple fingers from me. Alas, it was against "regulations" to keep the shark, so he threw it back in. And me, without a camera on this trip... Biggest fish this city-boy will ever catch!

Mr. Apple

An old friend and I were talking about our kids and getting them to eat fruits and veggies. I told her the story of Mr. Apple. I thought I would share it here on the good ol' blog.

Sometimes the kids and I do "The Tragic Life of Mr. Apple". You hollow out the apple, then fill with peanut butter, raisins, dried cereal, nuts, whatever you have basically. I either cut out a face or push in filler to make eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Then comes the sick twisted part they love. "Oh no! Mr. Apple got sick. He has what the doctors believe to be a brain tumor. They must operate very carefully--very delicately to get out the horrible tumor that threatens his life! " Here's where I take the biggest butcher's knife I can find. "We must be very gentle, and not make any mistakes! If we foul up, it could kill Mr. Apple!" Then I take the knife and chop the apple in half as violently-looking as I can. They scream with delight. "Well, we can't let Mr. Apple go to waste! He donated his body to medical science!" Then I cut a bite, eat it, finish cutting and split the rest of the apple between the kids...