The Lad Turns 11

I am back. I know I have been sporadic in my posting but between time constraints and the lack of a workable muse, it has been a struggle. Here I am with very little to rant about today. That is today. Who knows what tomorrow will bring as I go amongst the people.

I do have have to send out the most sincere birthday greetings to the Lad. It is his 11th birthday. How he got stuck with a father like me, I do not know. It was one big karmic screw job.

Now for your ADD moment. Does Dr. Phil still have a talk show that airs on television? It seems his attempt to "help" Britney Spears may have landed him in some trouble. I am not sure why that is. The moment he took the microphone and had a show aired, he stopped being a psychologist and became a circus emcee. He is no better than Jerry Springer, so why are people trying to hold him to a higher standard.

Just because he has his PhD in psychology, does not mean he is practicing when he is on the air, or trying to drum up whacko guests for his show. He has a gut to feed and that means ratings. Poor Britney cannot get anything right and the good doctor, if he really is a doctor, will only help himself. Then again, Britney has to admit to herself that she needs help before anything with her will improve. Then again, who the fuck cares? I know that I do not.

Back to the important things in life. The Lad is 11. I recall posting on his 10th birthday last year (kind of redundant to mention that what the hell) and going into the story of his birth. I will not belabour, that is a pretty funny term since labour is what the Wife went through, the post with a rehash. I will say that today is much warmer than it was when the Lad was born.

That was one motherfucking cold ass day-night-day-night deal back then. It was cold going to the hospital, cold going home, cold going back, cold going for a drink after, cold going home and cold coming back the next morning. How is that for a memory?

No, it is all good. I am going to go home now and have dinner with family, my brother in law and the Wife's aunt and uncle. What fun this is going to be! This is where I really miss MIL. It would have been a Friday night dinner with the Lad's birthday all rolled into one. I miss her presence and the Lad her presents, not her cooking.

Well, I am going to run. Have a super weekend. Ciao!