Ok, first I want to correct something. I mistyped something last night. I wasn't drunk when I wrote that entry, but I had one hell of a buzz going on. Of course, the whole thing was ruined about 6 AM, when I woke up with a pounding headache. Went to take a hot shower, my preferred method of relieving the headache pressure, when I started feeling queezy. Then it hit me. Maybe drinking 8 beers in around 3 hours, eating almost an entire bag of "hot fries" and chips and dip and then coming home and making a couple of sandwiches with more hot fries, wasn't such a good idea. The wife comes in to check on me and I tell her that I have a headache and feel like puking. Well, she reads my mind like ususal, and suggests that maybe I should go ahead and blow chunks, I'd probably feel better. Admitting defeat, I climb out of the still running shower and start to lean over the bowl. I hate puking. I hate it with a passion. I'm about to tell the wife this, when my stomach decides to veto anymore speech and I start spewing. This, of course, only worsens the headache that I had yet to get rid of. Finally, after about 5 minutes, I feel that there's no more to come, I haul myself up and stumble back into the shower. I then proceed to spend the next 20 minutes rinsing my mouth out and clearing my throat to get rid of the vomit chunks that always seem to get stuck way in the back. I don't want to swallow because, well, that's just sick, but I can't get them out either without gagging and possibly vomming again. So, I just bite the bullet, cough real hard and see a piece of what looks to be lung slap against the shower wall and then slowly fall into the tub and go down the drain. Hey, at least it's out of my throat.

That wasn't the worst of the day. Once I finally get back to bed to relax, I only get about another hour of sleep before the kids are awake and Icebear Jr. is standing at the baby gate blocking their door and yelling at the top of his lungs. In my feeble mind, I decide to go get him, bring him into the bedroom with me and see if he'll relax and possibly go back to sleep and let me sleep. I'd have better luck suck-starting a car. We've done this routine with Jr. too many times and now he's wise to it. He lays down and relaxes long enough for you to start nodding off again and then he's off the bed and into everything. Of course, being a kid, he's stupid so he doesn't realize that the stuff he does makes noise and will wake us back up. The first time I knew he was loose was when I heard the toilet in our bathroom flush like 3 times and then I hear a couple of little claps and a whispered "Yay". I drag his butt back to bed and emphasize the lay down and relax part. He lays down on the wife's pillow, puts his thumb in his mouth and closes his eyes. Now, if I hadn't have had a monster headache, I would have been wary, but instead, I roll over and close my eyes. About 3 minutes later, I'm woken up by a quick knock on the head. I open my eyes to see Jr. standing with the swiffer mop handle in his hands, swinging it like he's a little Jackie Chan. Well, a clumsy little Jackie Chan. I barely miss taking another shot to the head and decide to give up and just get out of bed. The rest of the day was pretty much like that. Up and down taking various edible and non-edible things out of Jr.'s hands. His philosophy is "You never know if it's edible until you try." And believe you me, he tries.

Of course, the day doesn't get any better. Before the wife gets home, her mother calls and tells me that her sister, who hasn't been here for like years, is going to be at their house in about an hour and that we're all to come over. She's only seen pictures of MonkeyBoy and hasn't seen anything of Icebear Jr. and she really wants to see the kids. Well, when the wife gets home, she's like "I'm starving, are we going to eat over there?" I have no clue so I tell her to call her mom. Apparently, that's not part of the plan because she hangs up and starts fixing dinner. I thought we were supposed to be coming right over, but apparently not. Anyway, while we're eating, her mom calls and wonders where we are, guess they're dying to see us. So, we finish eating, toss some clothes on the kids as they run by and head out the door. We get there and there's quite a few people there. The wife's cousin Bobby is there and looking pretty good. Last year he had a really really bad motorcycle accident. He hit another car doing like 100 mph and wasn't wearing a helmet. I guess they first thought he'd never make it, but he's pulled himself along and now he's walking on his own, with a cane, and looking pretty good. His speech is kind of slow and slurred, but considering what he's been through, he's come a very long way. I finally got to meet the wife's Aunt, who introduced herself, shook my hand and then said, "Nice nose ring!" I think she was being sarcastic but, since she's family, I couldn't really tell her to fuck off.

Anyway, after going to all the trouble to get the kids ready and get over there. They hang around for like 10 minutes, and then everyone leaves. A few of them leave to go to a bar and the rest all head out to Denny's. Shit, if I'd known they were going to go get something to eat, and I could get them to pay for it, I wouldn't have eaten at home. But, oh well. The wife and I weren't even invited so who gives a fuck. After everyone takes off, the wife and kids and I hang out and talk with my mother and father-in-law and a neighbor friend of theirs. MonkeyBoy has his first day of school tomorrow, so we decide to cut the visit short and head home. I also have to work so I'm kind of in a hurry to leave. It just pisses me off. The wife's aunt hasn't been down here for who knows how long and she makes such a big deal out of wanting to see the kids. She spends like 10 minutes with them and then takes off? What kind of shit is that? I mean, hell, if she was only going to spend 10 minutes with them and then leave, we could have stayed home and had her come by and see them. We're only like 2 minutes from the in-laws house. Dammit.

What's worse is that my dumbass sister-in-law shows up and brings her stupid-ass boyfriend. You might recall that I mentioned them in this entry. Well, things have gotten even better. I found out from my in-laws last night, before I got good and buzzed, that she came home from work and the stupid fucker wouldn't let her in the house. He tried to throw her and their other roommate (the wife's half sister) out of the house and wouldn't let her have the baby. What the fuck is this shit? Well, my sister-in-law called the cops and they told his stupid-ass that he had no claim to the baby since it didn't have his name and he wasn't listed as the father on the birth certificate. This fuckin' idiot tries to throw his girlfriend and her friend out of the house, and they pay most of the rent. I'm sure he doesn't use any of his fuckin' money for it. What really pisses me off is that she lets him make up with her for it and they were at my mother-in-law's house like nothing had happened. One of these days, the stupid fucker is going to do something to really hurt that baby, maybe even kill it and then what will she do. I don't think "I'm sorry, baby." will cover that. I really hope she gets her head out of her ass fast or something bad is going to happen. I just hope I'm not around when it does.

Well, have to go and hit the sack. Just finished working and I have to get up early and take the wife to work. She gets up earlier, takes MonkeyBoy to school, then I take her to work so I can have the car. Then, I pick MonkeyBoy up after school. At least his school is really close this time and so is her work. I'm not a morning person. Well, take care kiddies, and while you're here, why don't you go and sign my guestbook? It won't hurt ya, but if you don't sign it...I might.

Till next time.

Da 'Bear

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