
No costumes for Aya and I, but I at least wore my Superman shirt!

"I have everything that I've dreamt of having when I was a little boy. Except, now that I'm older, I dream of even more!"

No costumes for Aya and I, but I at least wore my Superman shirt!


His costume won first prize...a $50 gift certificate!

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.
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.

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.

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?



