JP’s Rants

Today is a day to eat.  Today is a day for the family, to catch up and reflect, to laugh, have fun.  Did I mention pig out?  Did I mention my day will also consist of running to my inlaws house, then to my parental units house?  I honestly debate whether I would rather lay in bed and recharge the batteries.  I don’t have to do the marathon shopping day tomorrow, so maybe I can get some slumber in then.  I am going to catch some football at all costs at the inlaws, even if I have to wrestle with the kids for the remote. 

 I will not tolerate pokemon, I must see the Phins triumph!  Dont you know?  There is a man law about the tv being on football at all times.  I also want a law that you should be able to take your Thomas Turkey into the living room, none of this family sitting at the table crap!  lol.. I want my football, to pig out in peace… not hold hands and pray for the thanks for food speal… call it what you want… lol.. sorry, I have to go get in the shower, shave, look somewhat presentable (now that I am a grunt worker, is it cool to sport jeans and a button down?  Have I established myself as anti-white collar enough to blare my Bruce Springsteen tapes and talk about the man?!?!) and head to my mommy inlaw’s house.  I will sit with my hands neatly on the table, a bib in place (on me, not Ben) and make up witty topics at the dinner table.  I will chew my food quietly and laugh at lame humour.  I love turkey day, don’t you?

I didn’t, yeah, I did.  I have to say it was painful to peep at the least comments I wrote on this page.  I am sure it was not a lot of fun for anyone who read it either.  As I write many things have changed… I am back in the homestead and have a new baby boy, who might be the cutest dude in history (biiiiiased dad) and have managed to flip some of my addictive personality into working. I figure it is better to work yourself to death than swill it, and it is beneficial to people who depend on you, no matter how shaky the trust factor is.  

All I can think of for some reason on that comment is that lame Danny Bonaduce (wrong spelling) show he has on VH1… happen to catch 5 minuted of it one night, so lame.  I sometimes do not know what I am thinking when I pull hurtful antics, piss off loved ones and friends… it is definitely a selfish act.  I think I can establish that.  I guess I am lucky to have great family, and some close friends who care.  This is a touching piece isn’t it?  Doesn’t it bring a tear to your eye?  I should be talking about some Tommy Turkey and a lounge chair with my name on it, sitting like a slug and trying on the sin role of glutton and piglet. Anyways, just wanted to run out some thoughts and such, don’t know if anyone even reads this thing any longer… but oh well… till the next episode.