Fresh Rantin'http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index.phpfrom the damaged mind of the Big Bad Daddyenrant@bigbaddaddyrant.comCopyright 2008 Big Bad Daddy Rant2008-08-22T00:49:45-06:00 hourly 1 2000-01-01T12:00+00:00 Fri, 22 Aug 2008 01:23:53 -0600A Dog by any other name.rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-08-22T00:49:45-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/by_any_other_name.php#unique-entry-id-39http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/by_any_other_name.php#unique-entry-id-39

Once again the photo is a stretch but it might make sense by the end of the post. The Big Bad Family is looking at Dogs. We have yet to have a dog, Pre or post ShortThings. We‘ve wanted one forever but it never seemed like the right time. Never really fair to the dog you know, we wanted to make sure it was going to get the attention and care that it needed. Well, it seem like now is the right time, not right now, but soon. You see, SugarMomma saw this article in the paper about this relatively new breed called Eurasiers. They were having a Eurasier conference here in Calgary and the article had pictures and named one of the local breeders who happened to be the head of the Canadian Eurasier club. These dogs are B-U-Tee-Full! So we did a little more research and they sounded like the perfect dog for us. Intrigued we contacted the local breeder, filled out an application, went and met him and his FIVE dogs, fell in love and put our names on the waiting list. The next litter of puppies should, if all goes well be ready to leave the breeder around April. PERFECT! So what’s next, names of course. I have a list of names that the SugarMomma wouldn’t let me call the children, so those are the first names thrown into the ring. T1 is old enough and creative enough to provide some of her own suggestions. This is where it gets good.

Originally We thought we wanted two dogs right from the start, but upon advice from the breeder we will have to stagger them a year to 18 months apart. Something about the older one helping train the younger one, makes sense I guess because hey! What do I know. So back to the Names. T1 has offered up “Rock Johnson” for a male and “Rock Purdy” for a female. My first reaction is that “Rock Johnson” sounds like, well.....you know what it sounds like. So I say to T1, that’s a pretty long name, try and pretend you are at the dog park and you have to call out that name because he’s running away, it’s a lot to say. What do you think? I know! she says we could call him “Mr. Rock Johnson”! (Yes, yes dear that’s so much shorter). Try yelling that for the dog, “Come! Mr Rock Johnson!, Come! Mr Rock Johnson!”

We’ll keep looking for good names. Any Suggestions?

BBD]]>Nose Drip @30˚rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comSick & Whine2008-08-17T21:53:22-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/4d9190becfe6414ed2dd1a99a96fc0d4-38.php#unique-entry-id-38http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/4d9190becfe6414ed2dd1a99a96fc0d4-38.php#unique-entry-id-38

Normally I do black & white, and normally my photos have something to do with what I’m ranting about. But today is not normal. What’s worse than 30˚ heat (that’s about 86˚ fo my Amercan friends) How about a raging cold in 30˚ heat! Now I know that those of you in Texas or Arizona are scoffing at my 30˚ heat but I don’t do well in the heat, and that’s why I don’t live in Texas. Right now my head feels like it’s in a vice, my throat feels like I’ve been eating sandpaper tacos, and I can’t tell whether the liquid dripping off the end of my nose is snot or sweat. I hate colds, but I LOATHE summer colds. It’s a big old “ Up Yours!” from your immune system. Run me into the ground Mr Immunity shouts, HAH take this bitch, Boo Yah! How ya Like Me Now?

Back to the picture. I call it “Tramp Feet”. This is T2 taken from under a trampoline with a sprinkler set up underneath it. I likes it.

Ok I gotta go clean the nose-drip out of my keyboard again.........

grrrrrrr..... ]]>Smack Down!rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comMy Kids' A BadAss!2008-08-15T19:17:11-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/smack_down.php#unique-entry-id-37http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/smack_down.php#unique-entry-id-37

I have a question for the collective consciousness. Oh and sorry I’ve been away for so long, it’s been a nutzo summer. (Holiday my ass!). Anyway, back to my question. How do you get your toddler to stop kicking the crap out of her big sister? This is not figurative in any way. What seems like every 15 minutes or so she has her big sister in tears. I have seen her with my own eyes, the toddler walk up behind her sister, grin at me, and give her a two handed whack across the back of the head. She pulls her hair, hits, kicks, spits, jumps on, and directs all manner of other acts of bodily harm at her big sister. I want to emphasize that this is her BIG SISTER. More than twice her age and twice her weight. Tactics? Naughty Spot? HAH! she says, what a joke. Put her in her crib? Slightly more effective but she forgets quickly why she is there. Confiscate her suckie and blankie? The rage this produces blinds her from all logical and consequential thinking and does not have the desired effect. A few weeks ago we were camping (in the living room) while SugarMomma was away for the night and the ThingTwo decided it would be tremendous fun to stand on the back of the couch and do a double-bouncing flying body slam on to her sister’s head while yelling “Ku-Fung Panda - Ska-Doosh!” Honestly I don’t know whether I was more proud or more angry because it was awesome, but once again had her sister in tears. ThingOne is the Drama-Goddess, which is way higher in the scheme of things than a Drama-Queen so you get the picture. She’s going to be a star, or a FIFA level soccer player........ Anyway, I’ve resorted to scolding ThingTwo loud enough for ThingOne to hear and saying “ThingTwo! You had better watch out, because one of these times ThingOne is going to turn around and wallop you and it’s going to hurt, because she is much bigger than you, and stronger than you. I want ThingOne to reign a little Playground justice down on ThingTwo but I can’t tell her to do so, not explicitly at least, that would just mess up her whole value system. Black would be white, cats and dogs would live together, it would be total anarchy......

So what do I do? Honestly I need some seasoned vets perspective. Help?........Please?

BBD.]]>Tailcake...rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comSpecial Occaisions2008-07-21T23:56:57-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/tailcake.php#unique-entry-id-36http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/tailcake.php#unique-entry-id-36

The Red head with a tail in question would be none other that the princess of the deep herself Miss Ariel, and her two cronies. There is some small comfort that the aqua pricess was in fact a candle and therefore had her head set on fire, but I’m not bitter...... - Amputee Barbie. I would like to congratulate the Weaselmomma for guessing Swiper the Fox, (red-head with a tail) I hadn’t even thought of that one.

Well once again the outdoor party was a resounding success. ]]>I'll be your tourguide....rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comSpecial Occaisions2008-07-18T23:36:56-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/amputee.php#unique-entry-id-35http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/amputee.php#unique-entry-id-35

Hello, my name is Amputee Barbie. I’ll be your tourguide. I was the mascot on ThingOne’s birthday cake last year. I had to sit, in a cake, covered in icing, in 35º heat before having my dress eaten and my dignity stripped. Do I get an encore, do I? No. I get replaced by some young hussy with red hair and a tail, A TAIL! Is this for real? I mean what’s up with the tail already? ]]>Down to the (under)Wire.rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comSupport2008-07-16T07:14:59-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/7ec4b4de43a2131f7f5b0b5f6349fdae-34.php#unique-entry-id-34http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/7ec4b4de43a2131f7f5b0b5f6349fdae-34.php#unique-entry-id-34

I’d like to say I’m too proud to beg.....but I’m not. We are now 9 days away from The Weekend to End Breast Cancer. My wife, aka my “SugarMomma” has signed up with a team of 2 other women to participate in this worthy event. I’ve said it before, who doesn’t love boobies? So the Team of ladies has been hard at work fund-raising. They have hosted a Pancake Breakfast, organized a raffle and now just yesterday held a bake sale: which were all successful. Just not successful enough. To everyone who came by yesterday and purchased something from the Bake Sale, Thank You! To everyone who helped out with Baked goods, set-up and supplies, Thank You too! The required fund-raising by each team member is minimum $2000, they as a team now sit approximately $600 short of that goal, with under two weeks till the event. If they do not raise the required amount, they will not be allowed to participate. The money raised so far will still go to the cause but the ladies on the team will not be able to join in the 2-Day 60km walk and all that goes with it. This would be a great shame, these women have been training for months to be able to complete the 60km walk and put in many, many hours, and dollars of their own to try and be apart of this event.

So, here’s the begging. If you have boobies, and you like them, and you’d like to keep them: If you know someone who has boobies, and you like them, and you’d like to keep them. Please consider either making a purchase of one of our Baby Onesie t-shirts which you can see here. If that is too much please consider purchasing one of our stickers which you can see here. The sticker with shipping is a mere $6. Six whole dollars! what is that? One Latte? One frappa-dappa-lappa- ccino? One pint at the local pub? We will send this sticker anywhere in North America. If you live outside of North America please choose the International sticker option which is $8 and we will mail it to you anywhere in the world. If you don’t need or want either of these items but would still like to help you can make a donation directly online here. Any amount will help, each one of us can make a difference and at any time any one of us can be touched by this tragic disease. If you have already helped us, We THANK YOU. If you haven’t and you are considering doing so, please do so now. If you’re just stopping by to check in on my ridiculousness........thank you and come back soon.

BBD.]]>Fatherhood is a Contact Sport: Reduxrant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-07-08T22:33:43-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/contact_sport_redux.php#unique-entry-id-33http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/contact_sport_redux.php#unique-entry-id-33

I know I already used this photo but it was so appropriate and I didn’t have time to come up with something new. That said, today I took the “Things to the pool. I know, yesterday biking, today the pool, just call me Julie-Cruise-Director! The pool we go to is great, it’s a wave pool, and has a waterslide, a “lazy river”, and a tot tub. The “Things always have a great time and today was no exception. I was hucking ThingTwo and having her do full 360’s in the air before splashdown, with a constant chant of “AGAIN, AGAIN!”. Another proud moment there. This pool is equipped with Family Changerooms. As a Father with two girls, this has to be the most impressive feature of the facility in my eyes. Closed door changerooms with an adjoining private shower. That alone makes it worth the price of admission. The ‘Things are exuberant children, they love a good “Echo” and those rooms ring. I’m sure everyone can hear everything you say in those rooms. Getting the ‘Things showered, dried and dressed is like one of those really complicated ballroom dances that I tried to learn for my wedding. It takes lots of practice. I have to say I’m quite good at it now, unlike the ballroom dancing. But of course, just when you think you can relax, they throw in added difficulty, you know, just for fun.]]>Keep On Rollin'rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comGood ol' DaysMy Kids' A BadAss!2008-07-08T07:02:22-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/keep_on_rollin.php#unique-entry-id-32http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/keep_on_rollin.php#unique-entry-id-32

We had the ShortThings out riding their bikes for the last two nights and let me say, IT WAS AWESOME! Both of the “Things are still learning to ride and I am learning to be patient and not push too hard for them to “GO BIG OR GO HOME”. After trying to teach THingOne to ski starting at 2.5 yrs old and getting incredibly frustrated with her lack of confidence in her ability (ability, which far exceeded her confidence), I am the model of “chill”. We have a big park just up the road from us that has a 2-lane paved bike path that runs the length of it that is fairly level and the perfect place to practice. It also has a small slope right beside it up to the main field and playground. So when ThingOne, of her own accord announced she was going to push her bike up the hill and ride it down, I was thrilled......and, tried hard not to show it for fear of scaring her off the idea. Needless to say she did it, loved it, and did it again and again until we dragged her home for bedtime. ThingTwo is just old enough to care what her sister is doing and will not be left out, so there she was, riding her bike down the same hill, with the same enthusiasm as her big sister. I almost cried I was so proud.]]>Domesticity and The Mohawk.rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comGood ol' Days2008-07-05T22:14:31-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/domesticity_and_the_mohawk.php#unique-entry-id-30http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/domesticity_and_the_mohawk.php#unique-entry-id-30

I find myself dragging my heels. Waxing nostalgic about the good old days, when a having a mohawk was something of a spectacle. Not that I ever had one mind you, I was never that brave, and now, when you don’t have to be brave, I have no hair to do it with. Sometimes I long for rebellion, my days are currently filled with the joys of domesticity and the wonders of fatherhood. Rebellion in my life is limited to the “Mutha Sucka” t-shirt ThingTwo wears occasionally and my studded belt that keep my shorts up. I still have a few friends who are not on the kid wagon yet and I hear about their lives occasionally and I have to say, I’m not all that jealous. I don’t miss much from that time in my life, I mean there are moments that I would like to experience again. Events or happpenings that I would like to recreate, but I don’t want the life I had at 25 again. What I do miss is my music. I have a wide and varied taste in music and a lot of it is, perhaps questionable for the young ears following me around day in and day out. ]]>Anti-Oxidant or Harbinger of Death?rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comPicky Eaters2008-07-03T09:01:23-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/harbinger_of_death.php#unique-entry-id-29http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/harbinger_of_death.php#unique-entry-id-29

Once again, I am a Big Bad Daddy. I made ThingOne cry yesterday. I asked her to try 1, that’s ONE, frozen blueberry. From the reaction that this produced you would think that blueberries were Bambi’a eyeballs, still dripping with blood, freshly removed from the little deer’s head. Aren’t Blueberries all the rage right now? Doesn’t she know about anti-oxidants? I bet her friends eat blueberries....... ThingOne has a “Thing” about food. She doesn’t like most of it. She has got to be the pickiest kid I have ever met. Now I only have two kids, and the other one is allergic to a boatload of stuff, but feeding ThingTwo is infinitely easier than feeding ThingOne. I worked at a summer camp for over a decade and I never came across a kid this picky. To top it off her list of what she will or won’t eat is completely fluid and something on the “like” list today, will have migrated to the “I’ll die before I eat THAT” list tomorrow. ]]>Boobie Breakfastrant@bigbaddaddyrant.comi love boobies2008-07-01T15:13:47-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/boobie_breakfast.php#unique-entry-id-28http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/boobie_breakfast.php#unique-entry-id-28

The Boobie Breakfast was a resounding success and the Onesie’s have arrived! Last Saturday morning a group of volunteers got up early and put on a fantastic pancake breakfast in support of The Weekend to End Breast Cancer. There was tons of food and everyone was poppin the top button just so they could sit down. Lots of friends donated various items to help raise money. There was a huge gift basket from Starbucks, some Hand made baby quilts courtesy of Carmangay Custom Quilts, and of course the I Love Boobies Baby T’s! We also made an I Love Boobies Sticker if you’re too big to fit in to the T-shirt. I’m proud to announce you can purchase them here through PayPal if you missed getting one at the Breakfast. There is a limited quantity so if you want one, get one! You can get all of the details here.]]>I'm Back! from crash & burnrant@bigbaddaddyrant.comTechnologyRantin'2008-07-01T14:19:05-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/crash_and_burn.php#unique-entry-id-27http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/crash_and_burn.php#unique-entry-id-27

Last Thursday I had my worst computer nightmare come true. My computer froze, my hard-drive chirped and said a soft farewell. There was no Dylan Thomas- esque raging against the dying of the light, there was however Rage Against The Machine - esque “WAKE UP”. Just a couple of chirps and “see ya, wouldn’t want to be ya!” This has happened before, and I learned that time, you must BACK UP, regularly, in multiple places. So that time I got a nice external HD set it up and backed up. I haven’t been super busy on the computer up until about three weeks ago, whan all hell broke loose. I have done more work on the computer in the last three weeks than the last three months. Do you think I remembered to back up during the insanity, you’re thinking, yes, oh yes, he learned his lesson......well NO. I didn’t. I lost EVERYTHING I’ve done in the past three weeks, which like I said, is a lot. Sorry for all the “Type-shouting” this is still a little painful. For those of you who don’t know, I stay at home to take care of my two ShortThings full time during the days, and I run a small graphic design studio with all the spare time I have left *HA!*. I had a bunch of work come out of nowhere and was running on an avg of 3 hours sleep a night and a couple of nights with no sleep at all. Lots of work, good work,...all gone. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

This is a preventable tragedy, one that should not have happened and, due to new measures, should not happen to me again. I have a new backup system that backs up my HD hourly, daily, and weekly until it is full, and then only discards the oldest date as it needs space. It has 1TB (that’s tera-byte, oh yeaaaahhhh!!!!) of space on it. Plus I have a 500GB external which I will use as additional space and as a back up to the back up. The real pain in my ass has been reinstalling all of my software, serial numbers, fonts, settings, etc, three years worth of those. who knew that would take so long.

Don’t let this happen to you, for those of us who spend a great deal of our time in the digital realm, and make some kind of income from it, I urge you spend the money, get a system, and use it. BACK UP.

Peace OUT.

BBD.]]>Suckies, Blankies, and Ducktaperant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-06-21T21:49:20-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/suckies_blankies_ducktape.php#unique-entry-id-26http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/suckies_blankies_ducktape.php#unique-entry-id-26

Would it be wrong to ducktape ThingTwo's suckie and blankie directly to her person? The misplacement of these two items fuel enough distress and rage to start Wars! As long as I know the locations of these two items i can make it through my day unscathed. Sometimes I wonder how much time I lose each day searching for these things. Racing from room to room scanning for the damn things amidst the path of destruction she leaves in her wake. She's like the Perfect Storm. Systematically laying waste to every room equally and somehow strewing debris from each room into all of the others.

I always said there was no way I was going to be a push-over, but when she starts to wail I end up going from room to room scanning the environment for these two items, It's like Arnold in The Terminator and the computer interface he sees inside his head. The screen focus scanning and identifying the obstacles in front of him and assessing the level of threat to his mission. I move from room to room, picking up things, moving the clothing shrapnel towards the bedrooms and the apparently elusive laundry buckets, collecting toys that I didn't know we owned, re-capturing the tissues that she decided to liberate from their oppressive confines. The shrapnel is abundant because you see, it's summer! and well, even though no one told me, clothing is optional!

This is an ongoing process and over the last couple of months I have developed somewhat of a sixth sense for finding these things. (either that or I'm just stubborn and can't stand the crying) The absence of the suckie and blankie really constitute a life and death situation so it is imperative to know where they are at all times. Summertime has brought brought both new challenges and assets to this fight. My attire during the summer months consists predominantly of three things: T-shirts, Cargo Shorts, and flip-flops. Cargo Shorts being the key factor here, we generally have 2 suckies in the main rotation at any given time and the cargo pockets are perfect for storing the backup or the main when she has put it down but not yet realized it is no longer in her gob. Summertime also means that the square footage you must be aware of increases because you have to factor in the back yard, this is where the flip flops come in, easy on - easy off! T-shirts? Well what's more comfortable than a T-shirt?

What are your kid's "Ducktape" items? (I know it's spelled d-u-c-t, it's just fun to say.)]]>I love boobiesrant@bigbaddaddyrant.comPraise & Adoration2008-06-18T03:11:52-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/i_love_boobies.php#unique-entry-id-25http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/i_love_boobies.php#unique-entry-id-25

I love boobies! I mean who doesn't, really? Plus, it's just fun to say. Babies love them, kids love them, boys love them, girls love, men love them, women love them....you get the idea. What body part is more obsessed about by both genders and all ages? It would be a shame to lose them wouldn't it? Earth Shattering! life changing! perception altering! ok, you get the picture, again. SugarMomma feels strongly about her boobies and wants to keep them. So she has decided to walk. 60km in two days to be exact (that's 37 miles for all you Americans). She has signed up for The Weekend to End Breast Cancer and has pledged to raise $2000 and walk the 60kms in support of the cause. (I said "support" hehe, *Ahem*), as I was saying.

The Weekend is July 25-27 and SugarMomma is participating in the Calgary event. In an effort to raise the required money she has gotten creative, we're talking a snack cart at work, (she works in a place that doesn't sell any junk food so her cart is full of the essentials: chips, chocolate, coke, and those icy frapa-dapa-lapa-ccino things.) She and her team are also Holding a Pancake Breakfast!. Now for those of you who don't know, Calgary is home to "The Greatest Outdoor Show on Earth" otherwise known as The Stampede, and around Stampede time, the Pancake Breakfast is an Institution. So what better fund-raising ploy than to host a "BOOBIE BREAKFAST", (otherwise known as a Breakfast in support of The Weekend to End Breast Cancer, ugh! how boring is that! I think my name is so much better.)

So, being only moderately shy (not really) I'm going to ask for support! (I said it again...) If you think that boobies are worth saving, HOOK US UP! email me directly here, and I'll give you the link to SugarMomma's personal donation page, bonus if you're a Canuck because if you do it online you will get a tax receipt in the mail, woo hoo! If you are local to Calgary send me an email and I will give you the details of the "BOOBIE BREAKFAST" you can come down and gorge yourself on a fine Stampede tradition.

Now the last thing, and some might say the best thing. Being the wildly creative and somewhat industrious individual that i am I decided to help in my own way. How could one support this bodacious cause and get something cool in return? You know, like a free gift with purchase. How could one spread the word, while looking oh so stylish? How about wearing your heart on your sleeve! (or rather your chest!) Boobie fans would want to do that right? And, who are bigger fans of boobies than breast-feeding babies? So I am going to produce a limited run of Baby Onesies with the "i love BOOBIES" heart you see in the image above printed on the front! All of the profits will go to The Weekend to End Breast Cancer. You will be able to choose from WHITE or BLACK with Hot Pink Ink of the front, because let's face it, those cause ribbons, are so played! You'll be able to buy them via Paypal through this site and we'll figure out how to send them wherever they need to go. So until after the walk weekend, this blog will rock the Hot Pink!
Come on, say it with me, ........I LOVE BOOBIES!

Check back soon for more Details.

This entry has been brought to you by the letter "B"]]>BFF Killed the cat...rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-06-12T15:24:23-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/bff_killed_the_cat.php#unique-entry-id-24http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/bff_killed_the_cat.php#unique-entry-id-24

Curiosity my ass! The poor beast, I don't even like her but I don't want to see her tortured. Wait I'm getting ahead of myself. ThingOne and BestFriendOne have playdates regularly, usually one at each house each week. Today was our turn to host. My kids rarely bother with the beast but BestfriendOne LOVES the cat. Loves to play with her is more accurate. Not like tease her with string and rub her belly and stuff, more like dress her up and push her around in the dolly stroller. Last time she was here the cat ended up in a tutu. Well today, they were going for a new record, They nearly killed her, at least that's what I told them. I called them to lunch and walked around the corner to find them sitting with the cat draped in bondage gear, pre-school style. She had 2 Mickey Mouse Misting Fans on Lanyards strung around her neck. I immediately pulled those off and found some ribbons, a necklace, and to top it off, a hair elastic with some barrettes clipped to it. She is a short hair cat and the hair elastic was not in a cute pony tail, oh no, it was strapped around her head from chin to crown virtually cutting off her breathing, why she didn't run away is beyond me, why she didn't scratch or bite them during this is waaaay beyond me. Maybe she just liked the attention, perhaps I should pet her more.

**IMPORTANT- No animals were harmed in the making of this blog. ** (SugarMomma However, in an attempt to get a picture of The Beast did manage to break her BRAND NEW 10 megapixel digital camera, ....grrrrrrrrrrrr.)]]>I'd Like to Thank the Academyrant@bigbaddaddyrant.comShameless Plugs2008-06-12T11:17:47-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/the_academy.php#unique-entry-id-23http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/the_academy.php#unique-entry-id-23

I feel like I have arrived, tear. I'd like to thank the academy....... Ok but seriously, I'd like to thank Joe over at Joeprah.com not only for giving me a huge shout out in his Must read Blogs section but also for being one of two commentors I've had so far. Joeprah.com is one of the main reasons I decided to try this and it means a lot. I actually got 8, count' em 8 page views yesterday, woo hoo! Now that people other than my wife are looking at this (she looks to make sure I'm not embarrassing her.) I feel like I should up my game some how. Any ideas? I've got a couple but I have to figure out how to make them work. In the meantime Thanks again Joe and Peace OUT!]]>More Broccoli juice, please......rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-06-07T16:44:53-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/broccoli_juice.php#unique-entry-id-22http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/broccoli_juice.php#unique-entry-id-22Back to Normal....sort of.rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-06-04T06:59:01-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/back_2_normal.php#unique-entry-id-21http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/back_2_normal.php#unique-entry-id-21So, how do you prepare? How do you train and be ready for the oncoming assault? Tactical Parenting That's how.

  1. Anything you like, that is off limits to your kids and they know it, put it away, or higher than it currently is.
  2. Anything that may be deemed "climable", bolt it to the wall.
  3. Anything that could be used as a weapon, hide it, or keep it handy, your choice.
  4. Make sure your power tools are actually put away in the special cabinet you had made for them.
  5. Make sure that all potentially fatal chemicals are put in said cabinet.
  6. Go out and get the clasp and lock you have been meaning to put on said cabinet for the last year and a half.
  7. Make sure all of the bikes have air in the tires, ......and the bolts that hold the wheels on are tight.
  8. Dig out the extra Car seat before you leave for the airport.
  9. Pray for Sunshine so they can spend the bulk of their time outside in the hamster cage, enclosed trampoline.
  10. Hug you kids and tell them they know what is allowed and what isn't and hope they feel "empowered" (knowing full well this will do nothing, but it sounds like good parenting doesn't it?)
  11. Have your personal "Serenity Now!" phrase on the tip of your tongue.
  12. Restock the tequila, because there's always Margaritaville........

I have no doubt it's going to be a fantastic weekend, we haven't seen them in a long time and there will be lots of catching up to do and lots of fun to be had. It's going to be a blast watching the kids go nuts together. There will be margaritas regardless of the weather, and the ShortThings haven't slept through the night for two and half years anyway so, bring it on!

See you soon sis!
]]>The Last Lap.rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-06-02T11:12:05-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/last_lap.php#unique-entry-id-20http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/last_lap.php#unique-entry-id-20Happy Mother's Day......again.rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-05-20T23:44:03-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/mothers_day_again.php#unique-entry-id-16http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/mothers_day_again.php#unique-entry-id-16
  • It's shiny, black and silver.
  • Approximately 2 peak horsepower motor, 120 volt, 60 hz, 11.5 amps
  • High-efficiency radial cooling fan
  • Thermal protection system to prevent overload and burnout
  • Low-friction ball-bearing motor built to last a lifetime
  • Heavy-duty, hide-away safety cord extends 19 inches to 6 feet and has a grounded 3-prong plug
  • Black wear-resistant plastic base.

    • Alright you pervs, it's a blender. It's the Mother of all Blenders to be exact. SugarMomma was soooo excited when she found out it could turn grain into flour. (go figure, that's what turns her crank.) I was thinking more like Margaritas!

    Well, we christened it. Sent it into a life of service with a little Jose Cuervo's Margarita Mix, and some Sauza Conmemorativo. It was like the best Big Gulp ever. I approve. She can make those anytime she wants. I'm going to make those anytime I want. This thing kicks ASS. The Vita-Mix Deluxe 5000.

    I have to say though, this is a company that perhaps should not be doing business online. Being a stay-at-home dad I have come to embrace online shopping wholeheartedly. As long as it's something I don't have to try on, and it's from a reputable source, either direct from the company or a major online retailer, I'm pretty comfortable with the experience. Being based in Canada I'm accustomed to jumping through a few hoops to get things sent to me, I shouldn't have to, but that's another story.

    I was encouraged to find out Vita-Mix has a Canadian shipping warehouse so I wouldn't have to deal with the border, customs, duty, and all of that. The website listed prices in cdn$, another plus. The order confirmation email arrived with a big Thank You for your order and seemingly all of the pertinent details, so far, so good.

    The good vibes ended there however. After my confirmation order I waited my 7-10 business days for delivery as indicated and nothing arrived. I waited a couple of more days, because you know, shit happens, still nothing. So I call the information number for Vita-Mix and explain my situation. I give them the order number from the email and they proceed to tell me that's not a valid order number, not enough digits.

    [Ok, breathe...]

    "Let me check by name and address."

    "Oh, you're from Canada, yeah the email system doesn't send out the right details for the Canadian orders, it happens all the time, your order is right here in the system though, but it hasn't shipped yet."

    [Huh? Hasn't shipped yet? I ordered it on the 23rd of April, it's May 7th! ]

    "Oh, it looks like it's out of stock, but we'll get more soon."

    [Wait, hold up. Why wouldn't someone tell me that? In this day of customer service and all that? Shouldn't there be a system in "The System" to flag and identify this sort of problem?]

    "I'll have to check with the warehouse to see when they're getting more and when it might get shipped out, what is your email, I'll find out and send you a message."

    No email ever arrived.Three weeks and four follow-up phone calls and this behemoth of blending power finally arrived. The lady on the phone was very pleasant, and somewhat apologetic. Oh, and they did send us 2 free Smoothie Travel mugs for all our trouble, which arrived one week before the blender. Awesome.

    So I invite you to pull up your mouse, stay awhile, impart your own tales of Interhell. I mean why not, I'm makin' Margaritas, who's thirsty?
    ]]>    Talking to Myself.rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-05-19T22:10:20-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/talking_to_myself.php#unique-entry-id-15http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/talking_to_myself.php#unique-entry-id-15 Now, when you're done absorbing all that is being imparted, prove that you were here go to the bottom of the page and leave a comment. Let's play a little game, kind of like who's line is it anyway, let's call it "BLOGPROV". If no one else has coined that phrase (which I highly doubt) It's mine! I said here first, you read it and it's mine!. (Ahem) Sorry about that. "BLOGPROV" give me a topic and I will attempt to write about it.

    Next challenge, I'm compiling the definitive list of:

    "Movies that are worth watching in spite of Kanoe Reaves being in them"


    1. The Matrix. (of course it's the top of the List)
    2. Speed (Pop Quiz Hot Shot!)
    3. Point Break (mindless action, surfing Bank Robbers in Presidential rubber masks, what's not to like)
    4. The Replacements (come on, Rhys Ifans was hilarious)
    5. Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure. (you loved it, admit it.)
    6. What will it be......
    7. .......

    As you may have already guessed i am not much of a movie snob, and frankly, I don't really care. I'm not so concerned with deep philosophical meaning and ground-breaking performances. I want to be entertained, plain and simple. I want two hours of escape., complete with mind-numbing explosions, car chases and martial artistry. I sit, unapologetic. Name a cheesy movie and I've probably seen it, and enjoyed it for that matter. I'm ok with it. Oh, by the way in case you were wondering, I can spell KEANU. I'm just sayin'.

    Oh I also added something new to my sidebar, It's called "ThingOne Said". I think it's self explanatory.

    So bring it On!! Leave a comment. start a debate! Leave a comment. Start a fight! Leave a comment. Debate the artisitic merits of Anchorman vs. The 40 Year Old Virgin. Leave a comment.

    Was that too subtle?

    P.S. I'll explain the Pink soon. I could say it was because of what Joeprah said about pink and Mommy bloggers, but it's not so you'll just have to wait.

    ]]>    Potty Fu II: Fu Harderrant@bigbaddaddyrant.comPotty Training2008-05-13T08:07:19-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/fu_harder.php#unique-entry-id-14http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/fu_harder.php#unique-entry-id-14

    The Saga Continues... when we last saw our Intrepid hero she was teetering on the brink of constipation, sitting on a veritable timebomb. Would she crack the code? Would she explode? Time would tell.

    Well, since the last time she has had one poop in the potty. At least only one that I have proof of, Sugar Momma says she had one with her also but I didn't see it. You see, being the proud Poppa that I am I commemorated the occasion with photographic evidence, What!? It was a big deal, and a big poop! I was told to praise her when she made these kind of break-throughs, to reinforce the good behaviour, that's all I was doing. She said she wanted to show Mommy and while I am a guy, ...I wasn't about to leave the steaming log there until Mom got home from work. I mean come on, that would have stunk up the joint.

    Side Note: When shortly after the first episode of Potty Fu we took the ShortThings for haircuts, this being the first ever for ThingTwo, Sugar Momma just shook her head at this conversation.

    Sugar Momma: "Did you save the trimmings from her first haircut?"

    Me: "No. Was I supposed to?"

    Sugar Momma: "But you took a picture of her first poop in the potty!?"

    Me: "Well, I, umm....I took picture of the haircut too......"

    How was I supposed to know you're supposed to keep the hair? Is that even sanitary?

    And now back to our regular programming.... So ThingTwo has progressed admirably in the way of Potty Fu. She has developed new skills, some unforeseen, some long fogotten since the training of ThingOne. Firstly she has incredible control, she senses the approach, then announces " I PEED!" (translate: I'm going to pee) and can make her way to the throne without incident, almost everytime. She can drop trou like a pro so no issues there. This where a special long forgotten talent emerges. She has made it to the potty and is sitting, ready to do the deed, but being curious and thorough, wants to see the evidence. So she arches her back and hunches over simultaneously which causes the stream to arc in perfect 3 point form over the rim of the bowl and swish gracefully right into her princess underwear. It's quite a feat really, nothing on the rim, all net. It make me wonder why they haven't designed a standing urinal for women. The girl's got Mad Skills! If I wasn't so impressed I'd probably be pissed about all the extra laundry and wardrobe changes it causes at the most inopportune times, like 2 minutes before we have to leave to get ThingOne to the bus on time.

    We still need to work on No2 in the Potty Fu, at least she has control and most of the time requests a diaper and then proceeds to assume the "Bullfrog" Stance to finsh the move. For those of you unaware of the "Bullfrog", picture your toddler hunched over, feet and hands on the floor, rythmically rocking back and forth, hopping in a circle and grunting, until announcing "I'M FINITHED! CHANGTHE MY BUTT! Oh the bliss...

    Another unforeseen skill is the mastery of the DVD remote. This is my fault, I know it, I admit. I like to watch movies, and my kids like to watch movies. We don't have cable but have a formidable DVD collection and that's what we watch. Sometimes it's the only way to get anything accomplished, to zombify them with the TV. Get over it. But ThingOne doesn't like to miss a anything, not a second. So when she has to "go" she bolts up screaming "PAUSE IT!" and waits, and dances with disaster until it paused before she races to bathroom. Well, well, well......ThingTwo has now adopted this exact routine, but is also at the "I do it my own THELF!" phase so I had to teach her to use the buttons with the triangle and the white lines if I wanted to save on some laundry. She found this to be so much fun, she has turned into The Girl Who Cried "I PEED!". It's a super fun game and she likes to play it over and over and over......

    And so, I wait and dream of floating logs and perfect aim.....damn, I have to go pause the movie.]]>    Oh Mother!rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comPraise & Adoration2008-05-11T07:38:55-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/oh_mother.php#unique-entry-id-13http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/oh_mother.php#unique-entry-id-13

    Oh Mother, My Mother.....wow that was cheesy. Let me try again. Mothers, she without whom we would not be here, and she without whom we would not be Fathers, you Freakin' Rule! Mother's Day, what's with that. Another Greeting Card Conspiracy. I mean really, one day a year that we show our appreciation for these wonderful women. These incredible, fantastic, invigorating, validating, courageous, groundbreaking women. They are all of these things aren't they? My mother gave birth to, and helped raise me if that's not courageous I don't know what is, Thank You. My Wife, groundbreaking, check, incredible, check, validating, check, I mean come on, she married me didn't she!? She deemed me worthy of Fatherhood, made a man out of me, rendered me a Big Bad Daddy. Thank You.

    My Sugar Momma, honestly, I am a better man because of you. Plus, without you I wouldn't have an excuse to own provocactive onesies with implied profanity. This shirt is actually a little bittersweet. For those of you in my loyal readership of one (Thanks Joe! You rock!), you may remember from the Potty Fu episode the fact that ThingTwo is a child of great resolve and when she decides something, it is final. Well before she was a year old, on Christmas Eve no less, she decided that she was done breast feeding and that was that. The Sugar Momma tried for a month to whet her appetite as it were to no avail. The absolutely terrifying part of this story is that she was not yet taking solid foods with any regularity and lost an alarming amount of weight. She is a tiny kid and losing any weight was a cause for concern and not eating anyhthing for a few days, well let's just say the holidays were not dull.

    It's funny, Sugar Momma bought this shirt, and loved taking ThingTwo out in it. She still likes the shirt, but she feels like a bit of a poser because ThingTwo is no longer a "Mutha Sucka". That, and Momma had no choice in that decision, which hurts. I'm always floored to watch the Mother of my children and how her every thought, word, and action is a testament to her unflinching commitment to our ShortThings.

    You Rock.

    Mom, without you I could not be who I am, I mean that, literally. You decided I was worth the effort, and I appreciate that. Recently I have come to realize and appreciate how much of me I owe to you. I love your Maverick Spirit, your courage in breaking new ground, your appetite for knowledge, and the simple belief that if something is worth doing, it's worth doing well. My life has been full, and rich, and we view the world through similar eyes. I love that you get me, and always have.

    You Rock too.

    My Sister, you should get a medal for bravery in motherhood. I have said before that adversity breeds greatness so I suppose that makes you Freakin' Awesome!! The crap that life has thrown at you the last few years would turn an elite combat unit into slobbering mess, and yet you still hold your head high and go for yours. Keep the faith Sista!

    You Rock too too.

    For Those About The Spawn, We Salute You.

    ]]>    Fatherhood is a contact sport.rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-05-09T10:30:21-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/Contact%20Sport.php#unique-entry-id-12http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/Contact%20Sport.php#unique-entry-id-12

    Fathers are for rough-housing right! I have two girls, and both of them love to play rough with me, and I love it. I love to have them crawling all over me, nothing makes me feel closer to them. The smiles on their faces and the squeals of deilght are intoxicating. It is not without it's dangers however, and for the unaware it can be downright painful. I play with my kids quite a lot, so I'm always "on guard" and I think being a man comes with an extra heightened sense of self presevation, if you know what I mean. So I always find it moderately amusing when one of my kids inadvertently lays the smack-down on some unsuspecting adult who decides to get in the ring with them. Let me reiterate, I have two GIRLS, both of which have a combined weight that barely tips the scales at 60lbs. They are light, and slight, so not visibly an outward threat. This is what makes them so dangerous, their dainty stature and shining faces deceive their targets into relaxing and WHAM! They strike like sledge hammers! The other factor is they are relentless, they just keep coming. I haven't figured out yet how to turn that off without tears, but I'm working on that one.

    Anyone with small children that are still not yet in school but have past the toddling age, knows that you do not take your eyes off of them when playing physically interactive games. This is just asking for a knee or two to the forehead. Even during story or cuddle time, the defenses should still be on alert, wary of an unprovoked full-arching reverse head-butt. ThingTwo is now at "That Height" and of the belief that running full-tilt at me hands up and head forward is just the "funnest" thing in the world, and will do so when the mood strikes her. ThingOne likes to "cuddle" but is incapable of sitting still for more than three seconds at a time and thus I sit in the "Forearm block" position in anticipation of a wayward elbow or an errant knee. She is also especially skilled with her footwork in both the "climb into the lap" and the "climb up the front and backflip dismount" manouevres. Dads especially will appreciate this last one, "The Chest or Armpit Hair clutch". This one comes out of nowhere, is almost impossible to defend against, and is both excruciatingly painful and dangerous on more than one level. The child is usually perched in some precarious position and so letting go of them or reeling away in pain could lead to more serious ramifications making it imperative that you suck it up and endure the torture while it lasts. The other thing is that crying out in either pain or anger may scare the child making things worse and let's face it, making you look like a big ol' sissy.

    I would like to invite others to add to the list of ShortThing Defense Tactics, let me know what moves your ShortThings have that routinely catch the rookies off-guard, and remember:

    Pain Heals, Chicks dig scars, Glory is forever.]]>    This is How We Roll...or slide rather.rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-04-25T12:31:21-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/67ea3388f982fd43a1c651fa57d5b38f-10.php#unique-entry-id-10http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/67ea3388f982fd43a1c651fa57d5b38f-10.php#unique-entry-id-10
    In Alberta you have to work quick, the temperatures that give you this kind of snow are elusive and short-lived. We had a 30º+ swing and by the next afternoon it was but a memory. So build it, session it, and get photographic proof. We've done this twice this winter, check the video.

    So, when it's still snowing in April, in Alberta, that's how you make lemonade. That's how we....slide. ]]>    And the winner is...(or "Why Winter Sucks Now" pt. 3 of 3)rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-04-25T11:49:30-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/71a201e20f39ccfec696f0656d055b58-9.php#unique-entry-id-9http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/71a201e20f39ccfec696f0656d055b58-9.php#unique-entry-id-9
    I want to pose a question. What is it with 5 year olds not being able to take off their clothes without leaving every single item INSIDE OUT? I don't believe they do it on purpose, but then wouldn't Murphy's law permit that once in a while something would remain right side out? Also, now that I do virtually all of the laundry, I can say this out loud. Ladies please, what's with the used tissues in the pockets??? I understand you get runny noses but, why keep the evidence? More incredibly, how do the tissues still manage to make it into the wash and then all over everything in the dryer, when you have NO POCKETS in your clothes!?? I've been doing this for a while and I now know to check the pockets, but when the pants have no pockets, where are you hiding the tissues? Could someone shed some light on these mysteries?]]>    SICKO - The Home Edition (or "Why Winter Sucks Now" pt. 2 of 3)rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-04-25T09:30:48-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/83e1f68d5617ba515a592a54666d4005-8.php#unique-entry-id-8http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/83e1f68d5617ba515a592a54666d4005-8.php#unique-entry-id-8
    Needless to say, this summer, (if it ever comes) they will eat more dirt.]]>    Winter is a Cold Hard Bitch. (or "Why Winter Sucks Now" pt. 1 of 3)rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-04-25T07:07:57-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/f803e783f0f532a4915485948cd1ade7-7.php#unique-entry-id-7http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/f803e783f0f532a4915485948cd1ade7-7.php#unique-entry-id-7

    ]]>    Potty Fu, round two.rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comPotty Training2008-03-28T09:03:30-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/a59956c6dd79c1bf4053189234a2b43e-6.php#unique-entry-id-6http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/a59956c6dd79c1bf4053189234a2b43e-6.php#unique-entry-id-6
    A week ago Thingtwo decided that she was now going to wear underwear, and that was that. Now, like I said she is a child of great resolve and there would be no dissuading this decision, and we were in no way intending to. This was a good thing, she was ready again! Of her own accord!. Since then there have been only 3 incidents.(2 wet, 1 otherwise). It's the otherwise that concerns us. She will not poop on the potty, and she does not want to wear a diaper at home, so she's holding it in. Fortunately we are able to enforce the, Diaper when going out, and diaper for sleeping (naps & night time) strategy with her and she likes to go out so there is still some small shred of leverage there. Hopefully like all of the other choices she makes, there will be an overnight embrace of the porcelain throne and she will find peace and zen in it's chilly yet comforting embrace.]]>    Stay at Home Athletesrant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-03-26T09:40:02-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/4a5e180a693651444ae1487fbb9100c1-5.php#unique-entry-id-5http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/4a5e180a693651444ae1487fbb9100c1-5.php#unique-entry-id-5
    I found a link that discusses this story here and I was surprised by the tone of the conversation. As someone who chases two small children around all day I have to say, while I do my best to anticipate their needs and keep half a step beside them, there is no way I could match their activities or the pace at which they do them. I have suggested on numerous occasions that someone should invent a Toddler Wheel, as in hamster wheel for children, and then attach a some batteries to it and harness the power created. My wife keeps telling me that that would be cruel, I kinda think they would have a ball. Like those merry-go -rounds they used to have at playgrounds, who didn't love those! Hook up some kind of power converter and voila! cheap power. Ok, Ok, kids aren't cheap but you get the idea.

    After being at home full time for over a year now I like to think I've learned a few things, how to function on 4-5 hours of sleep, fruit juice and orange juice are NOT the same thing, and sometimes it's better to just let them wear their pajamas.]]>    I Am JungleGyMrant@bigbaddaddyrant.comHolidaysAllergies2008-03-23T21:37:32-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/7be02874c080d48e6af5f16362fe3950-4.php#unique-entry-id-4http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/7be02874c080d48e6af5f16362fe3950-4.php#unique-entry-id-4
    Now, When we have company, they take it to another level. Today is Easter Sunday and that means, family function. This year we opted to do dessert at our place. The Sugar Momma out did herself once again, not only does she bring home the bacon, but she also does killer pie. She concocted a dairy-free Key Lime Pie with a meringue topping, oh so good. Family function also means short things are up past their bedtime, which can spell trouble for the rest of the night. Recently we had my baby sister and her boyfriend over for dinner and I think we scared him off kids for a good long time. The Short things were in rare form that night also. It's kind of amusing, We have a gracious couple of relatives who take ThingOne over-night occasionally and she always has a great time. It's always amusing that after dropping her back off at home, they need to go home and nap.

    Holidays like Easter present interesting challenges in an allergy-prone household. Sugar Momma always takes care of it though, this past Christmas she found some candy molds and made her own rice-milk chocolate Santa's and the like. She carried this theme on through with Easter and the kid's never know the difference. Adversity Breeds Greatness! (or the need for chocolate drives women to great lengths, one or the other). ]]>    Fugitive Doritos and Hip Hop.rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comSimple ThingsAllergiesMusic2008-03-21T23:30:14-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/Fugitive%20Doritos.php#unique-entry-id-3http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/Fugitive%20Doritos.php#unique-entry-id-3
    For a little over a year and a half now, we have had no dairy products (milk, cheese, butter, etc.) in the house. The same goes for Peanut Butter. Do you have any idea how far reaching dairy is? It's in EVERYTHING. Salt & Vinegar Chips! Look closely in some brands, it's in there. Now, when I need a dairy hit (cheese, chocolate, milk) I have to leave the house. Call me weak. I don't care, I like cheese.

    So where does Hip Hop fit in? Two words...questionable lyrics. But the beats, the beats are so good. The kind of stuff that grabs you in the guts and twists, but in that good way. I like music, quite a variety, and a lot of it has lyrics or even just certain words that little ears were not meant to hear, yet. Thus it goes I sit in the dark like a fugitive rocking out to Hip Hop, eating Doritos.

    Sometimes, it's just about the simple things...]]>    Kids are like a Neil Young Album.rant@bigbaddaddyrant.comRantin'2008-03-20T14:31:11-06:00http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/27e7813f014e2dc86836446d0cb5063c-2.php#unique-entry-id-2http://www.bigbaddaddyrant.com/index_files/27e7813f014e2dc86836446d0cb5063c-2.php#unique-entry-id-2
    So when I finally sat down, after making lunch for ThingOne, ThingTwo, and BestFriendOne, cleaning up from said lunch, lulling ThingTwo to sleep with a round of "Clues Clues" (Blue's Room) while ThingOne and BestFriendOne amused themselves downstairs, Neil came to mind. The "sitting" lasted about 30 seconds before the awakers were looking for a snack, and deciding that they were done playing downstairs and now the vicinity of the sleeper seemed like a much more inviting place to be.]]>