Hellz Yeah!!!!

anyone else happy as all hell this week is a short week? I'm fuckin burried with paperwrk and I'm just thinking about tossing everything in the shredding bin and act like I have no idea what the hell happened.

it's only 8:12am here but a beer does sound good right about now....

So, have I missed anything important?

Is Polar still a Canadian?

Is James still....you know....James?

Does BMD's threads still suck? (I think I got his name wrong...)

Pattyo still baby bouncing?

Chicago is still the greatest city ever? (better be...)

Work has been fustratingly busy but as a good thing. New phone system here is just freakin crazy! Keeps stats of how many calls you take inbound and outbound. Hell I can dial a number thru my computer without having to pickup the handset. Killer...

Sides work and school, life's been good to me. Things are moving and shit be poppin...

so...whats new?

Sooooo...um....

How about that trade, huh?

Feliz Navidad

To all of you Bears fans, and even to those that dont celebrate Christmas, hope you all have a great and happy one.

You all make my bored days even more boring but hey, at least you try

Ok so on Saturday

I was already got out of the shower and dressed for the little league basketball team that I coach (ages 5-6). So I call the girls to let them know what the plan is today as I kick Frank back away from the door so I can close and lock it. As I walk to my car I am making jokes and clowning around with them as I enjoy the crisp cool morning air. I get to my car, which I park on the main street because the side street is always packed thanks to this one house with three bedrooms that seems to have 30+ people living in it. Anyhow I reach in my pocket and pull out the car keys and was ready to unlock the door until I noticed my side mirror is missing. with rage building up I turned my head to check out the back end of my car and noticed that there is this nice sized wavy dent starting from the tail light and working it's way to the back door, didn’t do anything to the door but my mirror is gone. All I remember was a bright light and the words "mother fucker" escapes from my lips. Still mad as hell I hear a "ooooo Papi said a bad word...."

dammit, I forgot I was still holding the phone.

I said I'm sorry that was bad of me buuuuuut someone hit my car. then there was shock panic and (for some reason) excitement from the girls. They were worried that we wouldn’t see each other this weekend and the whole 9. After calming them down and reassuring them that even though things look bleek nothing will change. Spoke to the ex and asked her to drop them off at 10:30am, then called my insurance company, who seems not to be open until 12pm. Called Robin (my lady) to let her know what happened, then called the Y to let them know that I can't coach the team today, they said it was no problem they'll send someone out there to take care of the team for the game...maaaaan, not a good way to start the weekend. (Oh, and yes I did file a police report cuz I was forced to promises that I would)

I didn’t get the girls until almost 12, when Grace (the ex) dropped them off she was actually laughing at my misfortune and I just gave her the ebol eye cuz the girls are there. Took pictures of the car as they sat their telling me they'll save up money to help me fix the car (such good hearts...where in the hell did they get that from?) which I told them no need it'll be fine (the car drives fine but I still want to get it checked out, juuuuuust to be on the safe side) then continued to enjoy my time with them even tho I had to suffer as I sat and watched Lizzy Maguire with them. They sang in total harmony (okokok so they TRIED to anyhow) with the songs in the movie and repeat said parts about 15 times. Grace called me at 6pm saying she's going to be running a little late in picking up the girls, which I really didnt care, and said she'll be at my place at about 8:30pm. So about 11:32 she calls me and says she stuck in traffic...uh huh...asked if they can spend the night and she'll pick em up Sunday morning. That’s a no brainier...So now I have no bed, which I don’t mind, but ended up being attacked by Frank all night cuz he can jump on the couch. so instead of sleeping I play with Frank until he gets all tuckered out and curls up next to me as i have the TV on and wait until I drift asleep. I wake up to that damn movie again but with the girls cuddling with me on said couch (I still dunno how that was even possible) and cooked them breakfast and just enjoyed the morning with them. Grace ended up picking them up at 12pm which was great.

What’s the point to all this rambling you ask? No matter what happens in life, personal belongings can’t stack up to the love of your own children...no matter how girly they can be (and force you to sing with them…but that’s neither here nor there).

The end...I think...