10) You have thought about naming your children one of the following: Sirius, Harry, Hermione, Remus, Minerva or Albus.
9) You have ever mumbled "Avada Kadavra" or "Crucio" under your breath when someone annoys you.
8) Your spouse has ever caught you saying "Up" to that Wal-Mart special broom that you own.
7) You have ever seriously considered buying any of the Noble Collection merchandise.
6) You have a fully functional Dementors costume hanging in your closet right now.
5) You have in your possession or have ever wanted a bumper sticker stating either that "My other vehicle is a Firebolt" or "If you can read this then...Avada Kadavra!"
4) You have ever referred to your boss or other authority figure as "The Dark Lord"
3) The words spew, owl, newt and D.A. have totally different meanings in your mind.
2) Your spouse catches you using her eye-liner to draw a lightning bolt scar on your own son's forehead.
And finally the number 1 sign that you are obsessed with Harry Potter is... You have the date of March 7th marked on your calendar and remind your spouse everyday of the number of days left to the release of Goblet of Fire on DVD.
Yes I am guilty myself to many of these so don't be shy to let me know if you find yourself relating to many of these signs as well. If you dare, let me know which ones you or your spouse are guilty of and we will compare them this weekend.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Harry Potter Blaspheme of the Day
(Sing this to the tune of "All Creatures of Our God and King")
Harry, Hermione and Ron...
This obsession's sick and wrong
Harry Potter, Harry Potter
I check your sites most everyday
Like a train wreck can't look away
Harry Potter, Harry Potter
Harry Potter, I'm addicted to Harry Potter
Pathetic right? I know what can I say? Everyone has to have their drug of choice mine just happens to be a literary figure! Oh well I guess there are worse things of which I could have an addiction. I'm thinking of starting the HPA Harry Potter's Anonymous club to provide a step by step process for reducing the amount of searching for Harry Potter merchandise, book info, movie info, and games to feed the habit.
Hi my name is Mark and I am a Potterholic! (crowd: "Hi Mark!") It's been about 10 seconds since I had my last Potter fix....
Let me know if there are any more Potter junkies like me out there. Come on don't be shy you know who you are!
Harry, Hermione and Ron...
This obsession's sick and wrong
Harry Potter, Harry Potter
I check your sites most everyday
Like a train wreck can't look away
Harry Potter, Harry Potter
Harry Potter, I'm addicted to Harry Potter
Pathetic right? I know what can I say? Everyone has to have their drug of choice mine just happens to be a literary figure! Oh well I guess there are worse things of which I could have an addiction. I'm thinking of starting the HPA Harry Potter's Anonymous club to provide a step by step process for reducing the amount of searching for Harry Potter merchandise, book info, movie info, and games to feed the habit.
Hi my name is Mark and I am a Potterholic! (crowd: "Hi Mark!") It's been about 10 seconds since I had my last Potter fix....
Let me know if there are any more Potter junkies like me out there. Come on don't be shy you know who you are!
Friday, February 17, 2006
Top 10 ways to know that you are a BAD driver!
10) Your insurance agent sends you an invitation to a house warming party for their brand new home. The card also states that he/she couldn't have done it without you!
9) Your picture is posted as employee of the month at the local repair shop.
8) Car manufacturers use you to test the safety of new designs rather than the usual crash test dummies.
7) A special question is added to the driver’s license exam which asks how one would safely navigate past your vehicle.
6) Your car insurance premiums oddly resemble the national deficit.
5) The deer have signs up warning them that you may be crossing their path.
4) MAACO has just invited you to be their national spokesperson.
3) Emergency vehicles pull off the road to let you pass.
2) You have been refused as the designated driver more than once.
And finally the number 1 way to know that you are a bad driver is…The 2007 vehicles are coming out with pre-dented fenders in your honor.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Snail Trails and Puppy Tails
That's what Mr. Moms are made of... The daily activity first thing in the morning is for us to wait on the bed for mom to get ready. He likes to kneel against me and play on my stomach. (This gives me another good reason to decrease the size of his “play table”) Well while he played this morning he figured "Hmm why stop playing and have my nose wiped when I have a perfect hanky right here?" Hence the snail trails on daddy’s clean shirt. I'm actually thinking of designing a line of clothing with snail trails as part of the fabric design. This way moms and Mr. moms alike won't have to try and explain the strange marks all over their clothing. What do you think? The puppy tails comes into play because my twelve pound Shih Tzu has decided he must have missed his calling in life as a parrot and has to either sit on my shoulder, on my chest, or most of the time he tries to sit on my head!
Oh I almost forgot, for you dieters out there I have a new way to knock off a few calories from evil things like Burritos. It involves having a 10 month old and a puppy who beg bites from you the entire time you are eating. Trust me, this diet plan works! I figure I knocked off more than a few calories by simply siphoning off some bites to one and then the other. I'm a great dad aren't I? Giving my son such a healthy breakfast as that! Boy I should be up for an award! :) Don't worry I gave him some fruit afterward for you health nuts out there who are wondering what an aneurism feels like!
Be sure to watch for the top 10 list later this week! I need some input...Top 10 possible industrial uses for baby poopy or Top 10 ways to know you are a bad driver? Which one? Or if you have another idea I'm open for suggestions.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
10 Ways to Know You Live in My Little Redneck Town!
Since I believe every Blog needs to have its own signature posting here is my contribution. Every week I will post a different top 10 list. This weeks posting is lovingly taken from my experiences in what my wife and I like to call “The armpit of Utah” (Hint you must read this using in your mind your best late night host voice)
10) The words mall and Wal-Mart are synonymous with each other
9) The local steakhouse is considered fine dining
8) The local dentists give discounts based on the number of teeth you have left
7) You can purchase stuffed dead animals at the same store you would purchase your living room set and they are considered home interior accent pieces
6) People randomly drop g’s off the end of words (huntin’, fishin’, campin’, etc)
5) People dress up and take their kids with them when they go to the auto parts stores
4) The cab of the truck is used for the dogs while the bed of the truck is for kids and spouse
3) Personal hygiene is a foreign word to most people
2) Rodeo and Monster Truck Rally’s are considered top cultural events
And the number 1 way to know you live in a redneck town like mine is…You can use the neighbors truck for a carport!
10) The words mall and Wal-Mart are synonymous with each other
9) The local steakhouse is considered fine dining
8) The local dentists give discounts based on the number of teeth you have left
7) You can purchase stuffed dead animals at the same store you would purchase your living room set and they are considered home interior accent pieces
6) People randomly drop g’s off the end of words (huntin’, fishin’, campin’, etc)
5) People dress up and take their kids with them when they go to the auto parts stores
4) The cab of the truck is used for the dogs while the bed of the truck is for kids and spouse
3) Personal hygiene is a foreign word to most people
2) Rodeo and Monster Truck Rally’s are considered top cultural events
And the number 1 way to know you live in a redneck town like mine is…You can use the neighbors truck for a carport!
Friday, February 03, 2006
My official resignation
That’s it! I’ve had it! I had to completely strip Cam down and bath him thoroughly twice yesterday. Oh it’s not his fault per se, after all he cannot control the bodily functions which created my dilemma yesterday. The first causation of mandatory bathing was when he woke up yesterday. He has been sleeping through the night (knocking on wood) so neither my wife or I heard any stirrings from him until 6:30 in the morning. When I went in to get him up the poor kid had thrown up at some point during the night and had it all over himself. I don’t know how he slept after that! Talk about making you feel like the worst parent ever! I got him up, stripped him down, and bathed him and we pulled his sheets and mattress pad off and washed them.
Whew major crisis of the day handled (or so I thought) Camden on the other hand had other plans mua-ha-ha-ha (evil laugh). About one o’clock I fixed myself some lunch since he was having fun rolling around the floor and playing (little did I know it was all an evil plot against his daddy). I sat down next to him on the floor and began to eat, I was almost finished when the familiar pungent aroma filled my nostrils and I knew that someone in the room had just made a mess worthy of a Camden mess. Since I deduced that the dog had been next to me begging the entire time and also that I, myself did not make such a mess I concluded that it must be Mr. Poop-miser (insert tune from the popular Christmas special involving Heat-miser and Cold-miser).
The dread began to fill my chest as I gingerly lifted him toward me very much like a chef removing a delicate soufflé from the oven. Now at this point something in Cam’s genetic makeup or possibly some former instructions from the pre-mortal existence kicked in and he began to vehemently resist my near futile attempts to remove the smelly substance from his body. Naturally with his infamous “no-butt” scenario he managed to get it all up his back and in the process of trying to carefully remove the soiled onesie that he had on, he also managed (through hard work and flailing efforts) to get it in his hair as well. After contacting Roto-Rooter and determining that they were ill-equipped for this kind of disaster, I quickly carted him upstairs to the bath again.
Now I should point out at this particular moment that I was not finished eating my lunch yet and since I already had a disaster worthy of a Hazmat team, I was not thinking clearly. I set my unfinished lunch on the arm of the couch and began the trek upstairs. I washed Cam thoroughly, again, found him a new onesie and trudged downstairs to the scene of the crime to re-dress him. The first thing I noticed upon arriving downstairs was that my Shi-Tzu had helped me out (in his own way of course) by cleaning my plate for me. Of course it could also be pointed out that my unfinished lunch used to dwell on said plate. Well I took the loss of my lunch in true sportsmanlike fashion (you know telling him that he would NEVER get another crumb from me, EVER!).
Consequently, the first thought that came to mind after this incident was the absence of gagging and choking on my part as I cleaned up these two minor disasters. I thought instantly of the description given by Jeff Foxworthy in his monologue and my mind rehearsed the words; “…Mothers will clean up stuff that would gag the Roto-Rooter man. Sewage could be spewing out of the toilet and there’s mom in the bathroom with a mop “Singin’ in the rain, just singin’ in the rain””. It was then that I realized that I truly have earned the title of Mr. Mom. So I would like to thank the Academy, my parents and wife but I’m afraid I’m going to have to tender my resignation as the local Haz-Mat removal expert.
Whew major crisis of the day handled (or so I thought) Camden on the other hand had other plans mua-ha-ha-ha (evil laugh). About one o’clock I fixed myself some lunch since he was having fun rolling around the floor and playing (little did I know it was all an evil plot against his daddy). I sat down next to him on the floor and began to eat, I was almost finished when the familiar pungent aroma filled my nostrils and I knew that someone in the room had just made a mess worthy of a Camden mess. Since I deduced that the dog had been next to me begging the entire time and also that I, myself did not make such a mess I concluded that it must be Mr. Poop-miser (insert tune from the popular Christmas special involving Heat-miser and Cold-miser).
The dread began to fill my chest as I gingerly lifted him toward me very much like a chef removing a delicate soufflé from the oven. Now at this point something in Cam’s genetic makeup or possibly some former instructions from the pre-mortal existence kicked in and he began to vehemently resist my near futile attempts to remove the smelly substance from his body. Naturally with his infamous “no-butt” scenario he managed to get it all up his back and in the process of trying to carefully remove the soiled onesie that he had on, he also managed (through hard work and flailing efforts) to get it in his hair as well. After contacting Roto-Rooter and determining that they were ill-equipped for this kind of disaster, I quickly carted him upstairs to the bath again.
Now I should point out at this particular moment that I was not finished eating my lunch yet and since I already had a disaster worthy of a Hazmat team, I was not thinking clearly. I set my unfinished lunch on the arm of the couch and began the trek upstairs. I washed Cam thoroughly, again, found him a new onesie and trudged downstairs to the scene of the crime to re-dress him. The first thing I noticed upon arriving downstairs was that my Shi-Tzu had helped me out (in his own way of course) by cleaning my plate for me. Of course it could also be pointed out that my unfinished lunch used to dwell on said plate. Well I took the loss of my lunch in true sportsmanlike fashion (you know telling him that he would NEVER get another crumb from me, EVER!).
Consequently, the first thought that came to mind after this incident was the absence of gagging and choking on my part as I cleaned up these two minor disasters. I thought instantly of the description given by Jeff Foxworthy in his monologue and my mind rehearsed the words; “…Mothers will clean up stuff that would gag the Roto-Rooter man. Sewage could be spewing out of the toilet and there’s mom in the bathroom with a mop “Singin’ in the rain, just singin’ in the rain””. It was then that I realized that I truly have earned the title of Mr. Mom. So I would like to thank the Academy, my parents and wife but I’m afraid I’m going to have to tender my resignation as the local Haz-Mat removal expert.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Babysitting vs. being a parent
OK, here it is the pet peeve of the day...
If any of you fathers out there ever refer to taking care of your children as "babysitting" be prepared for the unleashing of Mr. Mom! That's right! Gonna get medieval on your hiney!
Let me explain the difference between babysitting and being a parent.
1. You contributed to the creation of your own children whereas a child you are babysitting belongs to someone else.
2. Your wife does not consider it babysitting when she cares for the children so neither do you have that luxury of downgrading being a parent to mere babysitting.
3. Babysitting is usually coupled with payment in the form of cash or the offer to watch your children another time. Sorry to disappoint you dads out there who believe that you should be compensated for caring for your own children but you may just find yourself on the Dr. Phil show if you insist on compensation.
4. Finally, having provided care while my wife is at work, there are distinct bonding differences between babysitting and caring for your own child. For instance, I don’t believe I ever marveled at every new discovery that a child I was babysitting made nor do I ever remember picking up that child and hugging them close just because.
So fathers of the world beware! If you insist on calling caring for your children “babysitting” you better dang well be sitting on the baby or be prepared for my wrath! (Scared aren’t you?) I love the time I have with my son and I hope I have the opportunity to bond this closely with all of our children.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Randomness of the day
Why is it that helping my son discover new and exciting things like how to blow a proper raspberry, and the fine art of making noises by moving your lips with your fingers is sooo much more fulfilling than helping 50 of the finest rednecks in town find a part for their trucks? Hmmm that could be the greatest mystery of the western world. I love to watch him as he discovers new things that he can do with his body. His newest discovery is that dad's lap is the place to be when you want to look at a good book. He will grab his favorite book and try and crawl into my lap...ahhh does it really get any better than that?
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Seven things to do before I die:
Go back and visit Brazil together with my wife
Graduate college! Woo hoo!
Get accompaniment written for my songs and hopefully get them recorded
Publish a book with my wife
Go to Italy (hey if my wife is going I'm dang well going with her!)
Loose enough weight that when I step on a scale it doesn't say "Come back when you are alone"
Make a positive impact on my children's lives
Seven things I cannot do:
Understand or watch Road Rules/Real World Challenge with my wife without poking fun at it
Walk and chew gum at the same time
Blow a bubble with bubblegum
Listen, with interest, to any story that begins with the following phrases: "One day when we was huntin'...", "My car/truck has...", "I watched the (football/basketball/baseball) game last night..."
A cartwheel
Talk as fast as my wife can
Remain silent when someone does or says something really dumb
Seven Things that Attract Me to My Spouse(not necessarily in this order!):
Her strength (she has an incredible, almost unshakeable fortitude)
Her laughter
Her smile
Her quirkiness (I tease her about it constantly but it really is an endearing quality)
Her quick-wittedness (she matches me comeback after comeback)
Her support (before we ever took the step of becoming an eternal companionship she was my best friend and my sole emotional support through many difficult times)
Her love (it is unconditional and complete)
Seven Things I Say Most Often:
Doh! (must use Homer Simpson voice)
Thank you for calling Checker Auto we beat the competitors price by five percent this is Mark I can help you (hate that one)
Son of a... that's gonna leave a mark
Tai Beaux stop it! (our dog)
I love you (both to my wife and my son)
Sweetheart/Sweetie (to my wife of course)
Nice!
Seven books I love:
Harry Potter 1
2
3
4
5
6
And I'm sure I will love seven when it comes out! lol
I also like the Chronicles of Narnia series and The Work and the Glory series
Seven movies I could watch over and over again:
Tommy Boy
Star Wars (just to irritate my wife)
Oscar
National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation (I know, I know I'm a little twisted)
The Mummy
Armegeddon
You've Got Mail
The list could go on and on
Seven people I want to join in:
John
Jacob
Jingleheimer
Scmidt
Mohonri Moriacomer
Jack Frost
The Easter Bunny
I don't know enough people who are intelligent enough to Blog isn't that sad?
Go back and visit Brazil together with my wife
Graduate college! Woo hoo!
Get accompaniment written for my songs and hopefully get them recorded
Publish a book with my wife
Go to Italy (hey if my wife is going I'm dang well going with her!)
Loose enough weight that when I step on a scale it doesn't say "Come back when you are alone"
Make a positive impact on my children's lives
Seven things I cannot do:
Understand or watch Road Rules/Real World Challenge with my wife without poking fun at it
Walk and chew gum at the same time
Blow a bubble with bubblegum
Listen, with interest, to any story that begins with the following phrases: "One day when we was huntin'...", "My car/truck has...", "I watched the (football/basketball/baseball) game last night..."
A cartwheel
Talk as fast as my wife can
Remain silent when someone does or says something really dumb
Seven Things that Attract Me to My Spouse(not necessarily in this order!):
Her strength (she has an incredible, almost unshakeable fortitude)
Her laughter
Her smile
Her quirkiness (I tease her about it constantly but it really is an endearing quality)
Her quick-wittedness (she matches me comeback after comeback)
Her support (before we ever took the step of becoming an eternal companionship she was my best friend and my sole emotional support through many difficult times)
Her love (it is unconditional and complete)
Seven Things I Say Most Often:
Doh! (must use Homer Simpson voice)
Thank you for calling Checker Auto we beat the competitors price by five percent this is Mark I can help you (hate that one)
Son of a... that's gonna leave a mark
Tai Beaux stop it! (our dog)
I love you (both to my wife and my son)
Sweetheart/Sweetie (to my wife of course)
Nice!
Seven books I love:
Harry Potter 1
2
3
4
5
6
And I'm sure I will love seven when it comes out! lol
I also like the Chronicles of Narnia series and The Work and the Glory series
Seven movies I could watch over and over again:
Tommy Boy
Star Wars (just to irritate my wife)
Oscar
National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation (I know, I know I'm a little twisted)
The Mummy
Armegeddon
You've Got Mail
The list could go on and on
Seven people I want to join in:
John
Jacob
Jingleheimer
Scmidt
Mohonri Moriacomer
Jack Frost
The Easter Bunny
I don't know enough people who are intelligent enough to Blog isn't that sad?
Monday, January 16, 2006
Introducing...Mr. Mom
Allow me to set the stage for the rest of my Blog. At first glance I would appear to be your typical 6'8" 320 lbs male (as if that were in any way a measure of normalcy). Up until 5 months ago I held the not-so-prestigious job of Store Manager at Checker Auto. Nothing, however, could have prepared me for the career of a lifetime… (Dramatic music)… Stay-at-home-Dad. Managing a store with 9 employees is nothing compared to the awe-inspiring task of managing feeding time, changing diapers (and often entire outfits as detailed here ), figuring out what he wants to play with next and the all important nap schedule (a crucial item if you want to save what sanity you may have left). I am also going to school full time (which is the reason I play Mr. Mom) so trying to find time to do homework is always a challenge. All in all we can say that life in our house is never dull there is always something that needs to be written, changed, learned, put away, fixed, cleaned, folded, washed, or organized.
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