This pic is compliments of my lovely wife, who saw this on CNN's website this afternoon at work and happened to get a screen cap before it was changed:



Priceless.

As in, I'm slightly buzzed. but more importantly...pissed.

I just got done with yet another FF draft, one of those live and at the bar kind of drafts. I did extremely well. So well in fact, that both of my bosses made sure to tell me that I had just wrapped up a league title. Of course it's all bullshit since the season hasn't started yet. Christ, it's just a draft, a lot can happen between now and the end of the season. But that's not what I'm pissed about.

I come home and for some insane reason...instead of just making my dinner and quietly nodding off to sleep on the couch, I decided to start up this pc and go to Yahoo.

You know, it's bad enough that these fuckhead Republican cocksmokers are in town. I can feel my IQ drop with every empty-headed bullshit speech they give about how "OMG THE TERRORISTS ARE GONNA GET US!" or whatever scare tactic that some moronic writer with a mere two fucking brain cells came up with while huffing a bottle of Elmer's fucking Glue.

I'm tired of tapdancing around this crap. Fuck them. Fuck them right in their hypocritical asses...with a rusty pipe.

These assholes love to paint themselves as the party of morals, yet here is their VP candidate with an un-wed, pregnant teenage child and not one motherfucking idiot neo-con seems to fucking care. Where is the outrage? WHERE? Oh, that's right. Do as I say, not as I do. Remember, breaching morals is A-O-fucking-K as long as you are a conservative. Otherwise, you will get burned at the fucking stake. Please read the columns of psycho hosebeasts like Coulter and Malkin...Coulter in particular, just can't go more than 2 articles without mentioning the name Mary Jo Kopechne. Someone also needs to take away her exclamation point privileges. And to stop sucking massive amounts of cock to keep writing professionally, since her obviously lackluster 'skills' aren't providing her with that paycheck.

It's funny, I told Kathy that when McCain picked Palin to be his running mate, he just won the election. In fact, we made a $10 bet on it. Reason being is that she would appeal to social conservatives, seeing as how she's against anti-abortion, pro-gun, religious. In other words, she's a fucking nutjob that fellow nutjobs can get behind and support. I really hope I lose that bet.

Hey fuckers, make sure you pray long and hard for your fellow Republitard family. Maybe you'll make a difference.

Kathy's ultrasound from 2 weeks ago:





I still can't believe I'm gonna be a dad again.

Anyway, in other news...Kathy and I are still non-smokers. Honestly, it has been a lot easier (for me) than I thought it would be. Sure, I occasionally get the craving even after 6+weeks, but it's nothing major. I would like to say that I feel a lot better physically since I've quit, but I've been sick for the past week. Funny how that works out.

Also, Kathy is working again. It's a temp job, but she's making more than me. And thankfully, her constant morning sickness has all but gone away.

Well, that's all I have for now. By the by, thank you to all of you who take the time to comment on my ramblings. It means a lot, seriously.

Never gonna make it, I keep telling myself. I'm gonna be hosed when I walk up to the door at work and see the guys all out there puffing away. Hosed when I go to Mom's and see her light one up. Never gonna make it.

Yep, I'm quitting smoking. I had my last one (hopefully) about a half-hour ago. I would like to tell you that I'm quitting because I've suddenly become concerned with my health, but it would be a lie. It's because I'm concerned with the health of someone else...

Yep, Kathy's pregnant. I'm gonna be a dad again...at age 40. Forty-fucking-years-old. It makes me think of this gem from the flick, "When Harry Met Sally":

"Charlie Chaplin had babies when he was 73."
"Yeah, but he was too old to pick them up."

Oh by the way, she's quitting smoking too. This oughta be one explosive week, if you know what I mean. Two people in one household trying to quit at the same time. In fact, I'm seriously considering throwing out all the knives we have, just to be safe. We also might want to consider buying ball gags for each other, because just a single word, ANY word...could start World War III.

Anyways, that's all I got for now. Yeah I know, pretty uneventful.

...ten years have got behind you.

*crickets* *tumbleweed rolls by*

Hellooooo, anyone here? Judging by the stats on my Sitemeter...I'm gonna go with no.

*echo* *echo* *echo*

Eh, can't blame anyone for not sticking around for the new and exciting non-posts that I've been not been posting daily. Honestly though, I've been thinking about making a post for the last month but then laziness strikes and that idea is shot in the ass.

We're good. Life in general, is good. Next week I'm exchanging the rank of "temporary" at my job to "full-time employee", so I'm happy about that.

But it's today that I want to talk about. The fact that I have crossed that threshold of semi-old to "farts dust".

I turned 40 today.

Y'know, it's bad enough when your oldest son has a job, a girlfriend, and is mere months from getting his driver's license. That really puts a crimp in the whole, "You're only as young as you feel" thing. But today it really hit me. I'm not a young kid anymore, and just exactly where the fuck did that young kid go? I suppose when I hit 50, I'll think back and wish I was 40 again, but it doesn't change the fact that this 40 thing is really fucking with my headspace right now.

Here's the kicker: Kathy saw one of those AARP (?) commercials a while back. It said "If you were born between 19-whatever and 1968, call now!" Jesus H. Christ on a popsicle stick...I'm eligible for senior benefits. There is something very, VERY wrong with that.

And then, as if to reinforce just how old I am, my brother-in-law took me to see Rush last week. Lots of old folks there. I don't think I've ever seen so much grey hair at a concert, and that wasn't just from the band. To prove just old I have gotten, I even brought along a pair of earplugs just in case. Thankfully, the Xcel Center has great acoustics, so I didn't need the plugs.

No big birthday plans tonight. I was going to head to the store and start browsing the Depends and Metamucil sections, weeping silently, but that would take effort. It's just gonna be a pizza and movie night. Too bad we watched Grumpy Old Men just recently, that would be a fitting way to end this day.