Archive for January, 2008

State of the Union

Posted in Rants on January 30, 2008 by Brad

Christ.

How’s my parenting? Call 1-800-YOU-SUCK

Posted in Addiction, Adoption, Parenting on January 28, 2008 by Brad

A few nights ago I was watching American History X. I had my daughter on my lap. Now, this is a pretty brutal film in parts, and as I sat there letting her watch the pretty colored lights, I wondered at what point it stops being pretty lights and becomes terrifying images. Have I scarred her for life already? She definitely seems to prefer Dora the Explorer, but is that just because the colors are brighter and the voices are happier? Am I scaring her with the sounds already? She gets upset when I yell at the dog for trying to lick her feet, so I guess she does not like the angry. Maybe I should be pausing the DVD while she is there. It would take three weeks to watch a movie that way, but I have to wonder.

It gets me to wondering… what did Sprog’s parents do? I want to ask them, but on the other hand the last thing I want to do is ask them for parenting advice, and yes my reasoning behind that is irrational, I know it. I feel like I cannot ask anyone about parenting because it proves that I am not fit to be a parent, and the minute someone finds that out, someone will be knocking on my door to take my baby away.

Oh yeah, and do not talk to me about cot death. Honestly, how many parents sit and watch their kid for 10 minutes every hour to make sure she is breathing?

On the sane side of life though, happy one year sobriety anniversary to me!

Last man standing

Posted in Addiction, Music, Operation Shock and Awe on January 23, 2008 by Brad

Sunday will mark one year of sobriety. Just a few weeks ago I was marveling at how easy I was finding it. But now, my fingers are itching, and there is nothing I want more than to get wasted. Funny how this seems to happen right when you come close to a milestone. I have a secret weapon this time though, and one smile from her could avert a nuclear war.

She is four months old now. Her hobbies include: jamming an entire fist in her mouth, indiscriminate kicking, high pitched squeals and giggling.

And now for something completely different.

Why do I like this song? This band looks and sounds like an obsidian-clad Abba after a few days of heavy drinking.

I almost pissed myself when they started doing the synchronized guitar-thrust. Oh, and the last few notes sound suspiciously like Metallica’s “The Unforgiven”.