Posts tagged ‘son’

The wheels on the bus…

The other day in the bus:

I had just picked up my son from kindergarten, the bus had stopped at a red light and bus stop, the light turned green, we moved on, however, one car in the lane next to us honked at the driver in front of them to get moving, my son turns over in the direction of the honking car and yells for the entire bus to hear: “Stop with Tutu, or I’ll set you on fire!”

What is the correct parental response to this?

A high five?

Asking him where he picked THAT up?

Turning on Rammstein – Benzin?

I don’t know whether to be a proud dad, or to be worried. I don’t even know how to feel about this. There’s a delighted joy, there’s pride, but also worry and a bit of shame. (The people on the bus heard, they laughed, but surely also judged.)

FYI, I went with laughter, imagining a high five, and then asking him where he picked it up. He claimed he taught it to himself, that he’ll take a candle and burn the car…

Take care, A.

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He-hey! (15.11.2013)

It’s my 1 year anniversary here on WordPress! (15.11.2013)

Let us recap: Stories, stories, stories, brainfarts, some of which were funny, most of which were just that – brain farts. And rants. Rants about eleveators, aka the Cabin of Death – did I mention that our elevator at home has been leaking oil and had been out of order for 8 days recently? If not, now you know.

Speaking of rants, what baffles me (not really), is that I got the most views from a wide range of people with my recent casual post – the jizz post.
Really? That is what get’s you people going? Jizz in the Urinal? BTW yesterday I saw some again.
Swine.

Speaking of recently, I went to see Elisabeth (the musical) with my wife (anniversary, yeah!). I hate to admit that I liked a musical.
But I liked that musical.

In that one year since I joined WordPress some other stuff had happened as well. The most important one being my son. Tomorrow it’ll be a year to the day that we found out he was on the way, and it is going to be five months in two weeks since he was born. ^-^ (Need I remind you about my kid’s stories? Go check them out, they’ can be found using the “the shape of things toΒ come” link on the top right. ;))

On with my recap:
My gran died. 😦

I’ve worked through my second smartphone now, que third one. πŸ™‚

I stopped drawing. Most of what I do anyways is crappy looking, and what I want to do is way too hard for me to accomplish in what little time I have available…still, I wanna get back to that stuff (and painting) eventually. In retirement perhaps, I know I’m asking much, but if you are patient enough to wait for that, I will show it to you. πŸ˜‰

I left the insane asylum Facebook, only to return. (I checked back in voluntarily, not because I was admitted ;))

And just yesterday I was out in the stores, and boy, do I have crap to show for it….(pictures soon)

So, to another successful year, take care friends,A.

Devastated o_o

We sent a picture of my son and another Baby (a girl) to my mom.

She didn’t recognize her own grandchild.

Some people said that he resembles me, others that he resembles his mother. I asked her whether she too thinks he looked like MY father on that picture.

No reaction. She didn’t recognize him.

My son wore a body that resembles a poloshirt, the girl (one day younger) wore a body that resembles a blouse, with a Minnie Mouse (pink bow) imprinted on the front.

She still didn’t figure out which one her grandSON is.

😦

What the actual frak?

Is it really that difficult for a woman to lift her hind-qarters off the couch and go visit her grandhchild? I would excuse this if we wwould live hundreds of kilometers apart. WE DON’T!
We live in the same god damn city! Just dial us up: “Are you folks home this weekend? Great, I’d like to see my grandson! Let’s meet somewhere / Can I come over / Would you come here / etc.?”

It wounds me. She saw him three times, THREE. And can’t tell him from another baby, which is clearly clad in girls clothes. WHAT THE ACTUAL FRAK?!?

Hope your weekend was better…
A.

Axis of Cartman (Politics pt.1)

Yes, we should take the threat of nuclear war serious, but I can’t take Kim Jong Un serious.

He is a wee bit fat kid with a series of mental complexes. And I can’t help but feel reminded of Eric Cartman when ever I see him. And of course whenever I read what he said, I hear it in Cartman’s voice inside my head.
“Screw you guys, I’m going to nuke! NO! Screw you guys, nuke.”
What I find baffling is the fact that North Korean missiles could reach barely past Japan, making them in sense very very expensive Nuclear Torpedoes.
But not Intercontinental Missiles.

“Look at out new Stealthbomber above that volcano there. Look at it!” yeah, nice Mahmud Ben Cartman. Sadly that picture you gave us is a fake. Not even a good one. You took the picture you took from the thing at the presentation and shopped it to that volcano. So even Iran is going nuts, and although they are surely working on the bomb, I can’t take them serious either.

Whether Iran or North Korea – even if they have the bomb I think all they could do is form a pact to work together, one of the two countries will gather all their soldiers and they then throw the joined mission rocket and bomb over the border to hit either Israel or South Korea.

While I dread a WW3, and the resulting nuclear winter, not so much for myself, but my son, I still can’t help but laugh, or at least chuckle, at these cretins. Sadly they are cretins with a finger poised over the start button, but still cretins.

A.