Midget Wrestling Anyone?

About a month ago we decided to do a team event to Lucha Vavoom...with the main event being the first ever "Midget" Battle Royale! The event was at the Mayan downtown. In preparation for the event we all went out and got wrestling masks. I am the one with the yellow mohawk in Oscars headlock.

I didn't know what to expect at Lucha Vavoom. I have been to WWF events when I was a kid and they were kinda rowdy. Being this was 'mexican' wrestling, I expected to it be super rowdy and full of beaners. What I didn't expect was that it was 90% white, around 30ish and 40% female. Yes, we did wear our masks to the arena.

We had great seats. 3rd row on the side. It kinda sucked during the striptease acts in between matches but it was good to be close. Look at the action:

Being close to the action did have it's price. One of the wrestlers leaped outta the ring and dove 3 rows back. I guess when he landed the chairs all collapased and fell. One or two chairs must have landed on my foot. I didn't feel anything and I wasn't sore but the next day when I put my shoe on it hurt. When I got home my foot was swollen and bruised.

This was after one day. 2 days later my entire foot was black and blue and the swelling is almost gone...4 days later. Grrr.

S-O-U-P...

Last week Aya was sick and stayed home from work. My mom made some chicken soup and took it over so Aya would have something to eat.

It was a pretty large bowl of soup and within 2 days Aya ate a majority of it. A week goes by when I ask Aya:

Miles: There isn't a whole lot of soup left. Should I throw it away??
Aya: No, I will eat it.
Miles: Really?
Aya: Yes, I will eat some over the weekend.
Miles: Are you sure?
Aya: Yes.
Miles: I don't think so.
Miles: I will save it, but if it goes rotten and moldy you have to eat it.
Aya: I will eat before then.
Miles: Fine. But you will eat it and I will WATCH you eat every bite.


The weekend comes and goes and the soup remains in the fridge. The soup is about 10-11 days old now...just sitting...festering...and smelling like the swamp thing could live it there. Looks more like an NFL players urine sample:

Why is this relevant? Because Aya ALWAYS does this. She will leave just a little food left and instead of throwing it away, she keeps it until it goes bad. Then she doesn't even throw it away...just leaves it in the fridge thinking...hmm, maybe some *Magic* will help this soup disappear!

I can't wait to watch Aya eat this soup!!! Yum.

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So after I updated my blog, I went to read Jenny's website. Jenny was writing about being a bonehead and not having her car serviced on a regular basis. I thought, interesting...how fitting...it goes along with the soup story.

Aya took her car into the shop to get serviced. The mechanic told Aya she would need brakes in about 5k miles. Aya told me and I said fine. About a month or so goes by.

Miles: You should call and make an appointment to take your car in for brakes.

Aya: o.k.

A few weeks go by and nothing. So, I remind Aya again.

Miles: Did you call for an appointment?

Aya: No, I forgot I will.

Again, I remind Aya and again nothing. So, after about 4 months, while washing Aya's car I notice a little groove in the rotor. Grrrr. No has called to get the brakes fixed. This time, I demand Aya call to make the appointment.

What does this mean? It means, I have to take her car to the shop. I have to take the shuttle service to work. I have to deal with them fixing the rotors and paying MORE money (not my account...but nevertheless throwing money away). I have to call the repairman, Aya takes my car to work, uses my gas, doesn't replace it and then I have to drive her to the dealership the next day to pick up HER car.

Which leads to the post right before this. Why have another kid? I still have to take care of Aya.

Questions...

I know I must have talked about this before...questions you hear as you get older:

1. When are you getting married?

2. When are you having kids?

3. When are you having another kid?

The timeline between each question gets shorter and shorter. To make matters worse, the question is then asked by MORE people. Go figure.

While JT has been a great little baby, it has not inspired me to have child number 2. I am not falling for, "Come join the parenting club." Really, that is just a disguise for, "Come join the dark side."

Having ONE kid, has tested my patience even more, has put more financial pressure on us, increased the stress of marital life and decreased my own personal time. With that said can you imagine my anxiety when I saw this:

HA! Made you really look...but that does say NOT PREGNANT. While I know other people can't have kids or are trying to have kids, I am not trying to make you feel bad or laugh in your face. I am just saying, "PHEW....I am not ready to have number 2....not now....not next year...not 3 years from now....probably not ever!"

One kid. Spoiled rotten. End of story.

JT's Truck

JT loves pushing his truck around the house. Our living room used to have sitting chairs, ottomans and a coffee tables. Now it is just empty space for JT.

Almost 11 months...

JT is almost 11 months now. He has been slow to recover from his cold 2 weeks ago. Almost a 100% but not quite, so we took it easy this weekend.

On the weekends, JT is such the mama's boy. Monday thru Friday, Aya is already gone when JT wakes up and I have no problems. On the weekends, JT only wants to be with Aya. JT is walking so much better now. He can now cross a room before falling. Not only that but he is figuring out how to open and close cabinents, drawers and pulls on all loose cords.

Two weeks ago the weather here got a little cooler and JT had to start wearing long pants and socks. He had so much laundry for such a little guy. Why do babies need new PJs every night?

Who thought of this??

I think by nature I am not an inquisitive person. What happens, happens...I don't care. Why cram the old noggin with useless facts. (That is Jennys job...aka Cliff Clavin).

Recently JT made me stop and ponder this question. Who's thought about putting water in the toilet and why? Ever wonder why water is in the toilet? Nope, me either. Never thought about it.

Anyone ever see this:

Lemmie tell you, that isn't creamed spinach...but it will make you think twice about eating cream spinich next time you are at dinner.

I need smell-a-vision. If you could smell this photo...then you would realize that water in the crapper helps drown out the smell of the crap. Imagine if you just took a crap on the floor...it would smell god awful. This is basically what babies do...they crap without water...so it is STINKY. I am surprised the stink hasn't caused me to gag and barf on JT!

Hip-Hip Cheerio!

JT has been eating solid foods for a few months. It has been going slow. Apparently, JT is lazy when he eats. He doesn't like to actually chew as that takes more work. He would rather his food be mushy so he can swallow his food faster. Not only does he not like to chew, but he is a slow chewer. For example, he might eat a piece of chicken for 30 minutes. ONE PIECE.

The one thing JT loves to snack on is Cheerios. Aya likes to give JT a handful of Cheerios. Again, his laziness comes into play. He doesn't like to put the Cheerios in his mouth. He likes to pick them up and...Hold them...Crush them.. Throw them. Obviously that irks me. Cheerios all over the place. When I give him Cheerios I count them. 3-4 cheerios. All accounted for and none on the floor.

Of course if they do fall on the floor I just stick them in JTs mouth. No harm, no foul, right? Nope. Aya doesn't like that.

What to do? I don't like Cheerios on the floor and Aya doesn't like Cheerios dropped on the floor fed to JT. Hmm. I came up with a solution!

For every Cheerio I find on the floor, I can stick them down Aya's underwear! Genius. I dunno how I come up with such great ideas. I guess it just comes to me. One night I found several on the floor. So, I scooped them up, pretended to hug Aya and dropped the cheerios down Aya's shorts. (hee-hee).

I could hardly contain myself but I was patient. I waited a few hours and then:

Miles: YOU HAVE CHEERIOS IN YOUR UNDERWEARS!!
Aya: Huh, no I don't.
Miles: Ya-huh. Take off your pants.
Aya: No.
Miles: Take'em off!
Aya: Okay........
Miles: hahahahahahahaha...CHEERIOS IN YOUR UNDERWEARS!!!

How much do I rule???

Jogging my memory...

Ever hear a word or phrase from your past that you no longer use? I am talking about something that you haven't heard or said in 15 or 20 years. Aya and I were watching TV and I heard the word, "BM".

I haven't said or used the word "BM" in like 30 years. In fact, I am not sure if I have ever used the word, "BM". My parents used to use it all the time when they thought I went to the bathroom. For example, "Did you go BM?"

I don't know when it stopped or why I don't use it. I don't know why they didn't use it for my sister. After I heard it, I kinda chuckled and Aya asked me why. I said, "BM". Ha! My parents use to use that word. Then I wondered...and asked Aya I wonder what "BM" means?

Aya looks and me. Speaks SLOWLY...Bowel Movement. BM. Oh. I get it now. HAHAHA. All this time I knew BM was dookie but didn't know the abbreviation.

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In family news, just in case you were wondering, my mom and sister are doing alright. They went to the Big Island on Friday and there was a 6.6 earthquake today. I wonder if the Ironman competition is still going to go on as planned? If not, my sister is going to have 1 week of nothing to do! (She isn't participating in the Iron Man...she is working the therapy tents).

Sick household...

Man, you know it is a busy week when Jenny has more web postings than me!

Let me say, it has been one long week!! JT got sick after the weekend. In fact, JT is still a little sick. This is probably one of the worse colds that he has had so far. What made it more difficult was Aya also got sick and I started feeling a little ill as well. It is tough to take are of everything around the house, work, rest and then take care of JT.

I guess it doesn't help going to happy hour on a Wednesday. Normally the guys go to happy hour Wednesday but this time it was a company event. Instead of our normal 2-3 hour event we had a 5-6 hour event. Being hung over Thursday just added to a longer work week.

Pics and stories to follow.

JT & Sydney

We went to Brentt'shouse for a BBQ Saturday. JT got to play on Sydneys swing set.

Racist...

Usually JT is a pretty good kid. He is usually friendly and generally happy. Up until now there has only one person that has made JT cry when coming into the house...that was Jeff.

The other day the garage door repairman came over and JT cried again. Now we have only taught JT how to wave, "bye-bye." So when the 'black' repairman came over not only did JT start crying, but everytime the black dude looked towards JT then JT would wave "bye-bye" to the guy.

I guess JT doesn't like the the black repairmen.

Remember this picture...

Do you guys remember this picture?

This is a gift from Dawn bought for us when JT was born. As you can guess it was the ghetto-est outfit we received.

Well, the day finally came....JT looking ghetto fabulous!

Plaid jacket, orange pants, yellow shirt....what style! Thank you Aunty Dawn!

Pee-Pee

Another guys night. JT and I were chilling at home when Aya went to dinner with a friend. Now that JT is more mobile he loves to crawl, stand, walk and explore every part of the house. Right now, he loves the tub. He loves to drop his toys or a ball in the tub or put his baseball bat in the tub when the water runs. I have no idea why.

JT was in bathroom peering into the tub. I figured, I might as well use the bathroom if I am watching JT, so I proceed to take a leak. Right when my piss starts coming out and splashing into the toilet the noise grabs JTs attention and he crawls over to the toilet.

I figure he will just stand in back of me but he squirms his way to the side of the toilet, grabs the toilet rim and stands getting a front row view. I try to push him away with one arm while holding my weenie and still peeing...trying not to splash the little guy.

JT then lunges toward the toilet with a free hand. NOOOOOOO!! I try to grab him but I am still peeing and once I am going I can't just cut off the stream. I manage to lift him just enough so he can't stick his arm in the toilet. I am just finishing, but I am trying to stay still so I don't shake any piss on the dude but when I relax for a second JT lunges again with his other arm....yup.....a big handul of piss!! JT is so excited to feel the warm piss water on his hands that he just busts out laughing.

Needless to say, I washed his hands several times. No more peeing while JT is in the bathroom.

Mo-shi, Mo-shi

For those of you without kids, I am giving you another golden piece of advice. Do NOT buy expensive toys for your newborn. Heck, do not buy them any toys. Newborns like used water bottles, tupperware, paper...all stuff you have lying around the house already.

JT newest favorite toy...the telephone. He likes the mash all the buttons together. He likes to hear the busy tone when the phone is off the hook. He really gets freaked out hearing voices on the phone. For example, if Aya calls and talks on the phone while JT has the phone, he looks all around as if Aya was in the house.



This one was good timing because as I was taking the picture Aunty Shirley called!

Forgetful...

I guess about a week ago I was sitting around the house with Aya and something funny happened. I wish I could remember what it was...but I can't. I told Aya this is so good that I am going to put it on the website when I have time.

Two days later...I had the time...but forgot what was so funny. I remember laughing and tearing up...but I can't remember what was so funny. I asked Aya and she 'claims' not to remember.

Now, a week later we are BOTH trying to remember what was so funny. Oh well, I guess if I get jipped and I can't remember, then you guys don't get a good story!