It's Dangerous to Go Alone; Take This

It's Dangerous to Go Alone; Take This Below are the 25 most recent journal entries recorded in the "Marshall Arts" journal:

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May 12th, 2012
01:24 pm [Link]	Mother's Day Sunday will be the first Mother's Day since Dahlia was born. It'll also be the first Mother's Day since Mom died. I was reading this entry the other night: http://weezel365.livejournal.com/1003523.html That was only nine months ago, and now, it'll only be three more months until a year will have passed since she passed away. Then, it'll be just two more months after that until Dahlia's first birthday. Time fuckin' flies. I look back at all the firsts she's missed with Dali and it really breaks my heart. Dahlia doesn't yet realize how lucky she is to have the grandparents and great parents that she does, and I don't think she'll ever truly understand how wonderful a grandmother she lost. Not that she was always perfect or anything, but she's definitely something all of us needed. (1 Great Big Fat Person \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
April 28th, 2012
03:00 am [Link]	Creativity in Two Parts One of the problems with being a writer or an artist... any type of creative person, really... is that you get bursts of inspiration at the most inopportune times. Say you're out getting dinner, or at a friend's house, or perhaps having sex and trying not to cum too fast and thinking about something else and now you're laughing because you thought of a great gag for your next comic and she gets pissed and leaves. . . . Anyways So you write the idea down on a napkin or a Post-It or whatever and take it home and keep it by your desk for later. Sometimes you use it, sometimes you don't. Sometimes it'll be years before you give it a second glance. The opposite creative problem though, is that oft times when you're actually trying to sit down and think up new ideas, they don't come. So you go back to the pile of Post-Its and napkins and scrap paper and read every little thing, even dividing it up into genres sometimes. But nothing helps. ( Anyways ) (Put the Lotion in the Basket)
April 23rd, 2012
09:22 pm [Link]	PIC DUMP!!! I took two new pictures of Dali last night, and when I uploaded them to the computer, I realized that there were pics on my camera from back to January and February. ( Click for more! ) (2 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
April 20th, 2012
05:50 pm [Link]	So, it's been a little bit Due to a fairly large misunderstanding between myself and another party, we were late in paying our rent, and Sealy charged us and abhorrently absurd amount for a late fee... or at least what I would consider abhorrently absurd when you're a single income like I am and make as little as I do per month. Anyways, because of that, I could not afford to pay our full AT&T bill. Food and Shelter comes way before Facebook and Imgur. AT&T had sent me a notice, saying my bill was delinquent and that I needed to pay at least $23.17 to keep my service connected, so I paid them fifty bucks and offered a "promise to pay" the rest. The next day they cut off our internet. Fuckers. So, of course, I called to complain. The first person told me I had to pay in full to get service turned back on, the person after that said I could get service turned on that day but needed approval from someone higher, and the higher person said "no" and she and I argued for five minutes until I told her to fuck herself and I hung up. ( So what else? ) (3 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
March 23rd, 2012
12:04 am [Link]	Sometimes it Just Doesn't Pay to Pirate A week. That's how long I had been waiting for the complete 3 seasons of the original animated *The TICK!* from Fox Kids to download. I had to turn the torrents off and on, off and on all week to accommodate to when we watched Hulu or NetFlix, and still it didn't finish. Then we left for like, four extra days so I left the torrents running. That way not only could I get it, but a bunch of other people could seed it. I get home and of course it's done, so I finally have time to sit down and start watching it, and turns out, it's all ISO files, the kind you burn onto a disc. I don't have a DVD burner. I expected like, forty episodes of The Tick, not six files I'm supposed to burn onto a disc and can't watch on my computer. This is, of course after that Photoshop torrent I got conked out on me. Fuckin' pirates, always selling you bad goods. Current Mood: pissed off Current Music: Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Plan - Having an Average Weekend (5 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
March 21st, 2012
03:32 am [Link]	We've been here at Liz's parent's house since Friday. They went out of town for a mini-vacation since her sister Savannah is on Spring Break and they asked us to come and feed and water the animals. After all, it's the least we can do... what with them paying for 2/3 of our car's repair. They have this nasty little dog, Baxter. He was cute when I first met Liz, but he got annoying really quick, mostly because all he does is chew his own balls and ass... like he has mange or something, and it makes a disgusting sound. He's healthy, he's just... weird. Regardless, he behaves well and I took him out in the back yard so he could pee or crap or whatever. I marked my territory, too and walked around to the fence, trying to stay out of the eye of the motion light. "Competin' with the animals now, hunh?" It was my old friend Oscar the Grouch. Jeezus man, I wish you would announce yourself or something! Give me some kind of warning before you sneak up and talk to me like that. "What? A trashcan lid opening by itself isn't enough of a warning?" Do you just stalk where I'm going to be? "Enyeh... I don't exactly have a lot of friends if ya know what I mean. So didja ever have that baby or what?" Yeah man, we had our baby. "Ahh, that's good. What's it's name?" Don't call her it, her name is Dahlia. "Like tha flower?" Yeah... yeah like the flower. I think you're the first person who's known that. "Yeah, erry'body prolly thinks o' that broad what got killed in Los Angeles back in the fifties, right?" Yeah. ( There was a kind of uncomfortable silence ) (3 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
March 16th, 2012
03:23 am [Link]	F M L So, just a little while ago, I was bitching about how, as soon as I decide to start a new art project... one I will need to use my newly "acquired" version of Photoshop CS5 for, we end up making plans to go out of town for five days. That's fine. No, seriously, fine... I can take books, I can take paper to draw on, we'll be at her parents house on Monday so I can watch RAW... it's actually a good deal overall. We turn off everything in the house, the power and water doesn't get used, no prob. ( HOWEVER!!! ) (3 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
March 13th, 2012
12:45 pm [Link]	http://weezel-reviews.livejournal.com/1241.html You know, if you're my friend (as in, one of the three people who posts regularly) and you haven't gone to read my Harry Potter review, and haven't said anything about it yet? Shame. Double shame if you're not already a member if my WeezeL Brand Reviews community (3 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
February 20th, 2012
11:39 pm [Link]	Life Long Struggle Saturday night, after we got home, I was sitting in bed feeding Dahlia. All of a sudden, her left arm jerked. And jerked again. and she yanked it up and it jerked toward her face and she jerked it toward her ear and she yanked her face away and jerked about three more times. I froze. I was so scared, I almost couldn't move, but then she relaxed, and rooted for the bottle and started sucking again. She was having jiggers. I was certain of it. I started to cry, I couldn't help myself. She was having jiggers and it was all my fault. Liz saw me from the other room and asked what was wrong. I had to tell her. She assured me that, no, it was nothing, just another one of her weird quirks, the ways she acts when she's mad... which, she was plenty fuckin' mad before she got that bottle. But I could see it. I know what it was. she was having the same myoclonic twitches I have, a possible indicator of Infantile Spasm Syndrome. Roughly a year ago... not too long before I found out that we were going to have a baby, I wrote this entry, an entry where I talked about an Infantile Spasm charity. I happened upon that website one night... I don't remember how or why, I wasn't even using StumbleUpon. Dahlia has a doctor's appointment Wednesday morning and you can bet your ass that I'm going to bring up the fact that I *SAW* with my fucking eyes my daughter have myoclonic twitches. I know what they are, I know when they happen. I don't remember seizures, but I know when I have jiggers, and I recognize them, and since the day she was born, I've been watching, waiting, *praying* to God that it would pass over her... that she wouldn't have to deal with asthma or epilepsy or even high blood pressure... sitting, watching, waiting for the signs. And now I'm scared to death. Current Music: Megadriver - Stage 6 - Battle Field (Golden Axe)
February 13th, 2012
08:58 pm [Link]	I love looking at my Profile Page sometimes and scrolling down down down until I get to my FRIENDS section and see the HUGE difference between how many people I have as friends and how many people have me still listed as their friend. FRIENDS: 36 FRIEND OF: 115 And not many of these friends post anymore, either. Only like... eleven of them have posted in the past three months that I can recall. Reading LiveJournal is like going over to G+... it's blank. And that sucks. I got like, 90% of my friends here, and then they shitted off to gorram MySpace and Facebook. I'm tired of using that place, especially when it's not as easy to express yourself there as it is here. Current Music: Jonathan Coulton - Re: Vos Cerveaux (4 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
03:19 am [Link]	Here's (one of) the problem(s) with having a baby in this small assed apartment There's no where to go. It is 3 AM and I am wide awake. I've gotten roughly 6 hours of sleep in the past 24 hours, yet I am not tired. The voices in my head are British, and they don't want to talk about what I want to talk about. I do not blame Dahlia for any of this, except for the fact that, instead of using my computer, I'm on the Wii. I harken back to days of yore, after I had battled yon Dragon of Brandihayes, and had to sit and complain to this magical light box for hours... this wand makes letters appear... ahem Anyways. Like I said, I'd much rather be at my computer, working on my next Photoshop art project or watching Rifftrax, but somehow Dali sleeps like wood during the day and turns into an insomniac at night. I tried singing her to sleep a minute ago. She fell asleep while drinking her bottle... and of course choked on it. Scared the fuckness outta me. I yanked her up and WHACKED her clear. She went right back to sleep like nothing happened. Meanwhile, Liz an' me are having fuckin' heart attacks. I'm gonna go find something to do that's nice an' quiet that won't wake up the girls. Hopefully when we move outta here I can have my own office with a couch to pass out on if need be. Current Mood: awake (7 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
February 11th, 2012
07:21 pm [Link]	So, I've had this idea for a few weeks now, and I made this comic over at the Rage Builder... but I wanted to edit it a little further with my own tools so I saved it instead of leaving it on memebase dot com. This is for all of the parents out there and for all of the would-be parents. Children are shitheads, no matter how much we love them. (2 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
February 9th, 2012
07:21 pm [Link]	While watching South Park a moment ago . . . I was forced into pondering what to do the first time my little girl has her heart broken, specifically at the fault of another person. It was fourth grade when I first had my heart broken, the same age as Stan in said episode. Afterward, I pondered taking over the planet and making them all pay. But that was a long time ago, and I'm closer now to Dali having her heart broken sometime around the time she's eight or nine. I'd hate to have to go and beat up a nine year old boy just because he hurt my little girl. Hmmm... I wonder if there's something inherently wrong with beating up a nine year old? Like maybe something Kung Fu would frown upon? Maybe I could simply frighten him to his very core? Still, in the famous words of Leopold "Butters" Stotch, "Wuh-ell yeah, and I'm sad, but at the same time I'm really happy that somethin' could make me feel that sad. It's like, ih ih, ih it makes me feel alive, you know? It makes me feel human. And the only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt somethin' really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good, so I guess what I'm feelin' is like a, beautiful sadness. I guess that sounds stupid... thanks for offerin' to let me in your clique, guys, uh but, to be honest, I'd rather be a cryin' little pussy than a faggy Goth kid." Current Mood: contemplative (3 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
January 19th, 2012
03:28 am [Link]	How Wonderful Life Is... . . . Now You're in My World Last week, Dahlia shit in my hand while I was changing her diaper. I've been present when people have shat before (don't ask), but I've never actually *watched* a turd come out of a butthole. That day I saw about six. I caught'em all, thank goodness. The first one came right out into the wipe I was holding and not directly into my hand. The rest landed in her clean diaper I was about to put on. Later that weekend, she did the same thing to her mother. If anything, I can say that my daughter loves to use the bathroom and she's good at crapping. Perhaps it's because she's moving up in the baby world. We've started mixing baby cereal and baby oatmeal in with her formula. It's thicker and agrees with her stomach more... at least in the spit up way. On the back exit, though, WHEW!!! Talk about thick and stinky. I look at my girls and I always feel like I need to do better for'em. . . . So yesterday I went to the Vocational Rehabilitation Center so I can find a suitable job.( Read more... ) Current Music: Cowboy Mouth - How Do You Tell Someone (8 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
January 16th, 2012
06:46 pm [Link]	I don't think enough people saw http://weezel-reviews.livejournal.com/776.html So those of you NOT already reading it, NOT already in the group, you'd better go. (Put the Lotion in the Basket)
January 9th, 2012
03:13 am [Link]	"Fitness" It sucks. Seriously. Who needs it? People who are health nuts kind of weird me out. Why the fuck would you put yourself through such stress? There are very few rewards. You're still going to die. At this point, I could cite several comedians, but I'll refrain. Regardless, the only point I've ever found to being in shape was when I was wrestling and / or when I wanted someone to find me attractive. 1: Suck up that gut 2: Get her to suck your dick Am I wrong? I don't think so. We want to be in better shape to appear attractive... even those of us like me who like bigger women, many of those women would like to be smaller. I'd like to be thinner and more ripped. Many women are attracted to big chubby hairy guys like me (for whatever weird fuckin' reason), and as far as guys go, I'm generally only attracted to twinks. I mean, seriously? Why would I wanna be in bed with a dude bigger and more masculine than me? That's kind of degrading. I'd rather have a *woman* more masculine than me, 'cause at least then, I have the big dick in the equation. sigh The reason for my rant is because tonight, Sifu gave me my Body Mass Index that I should be shooting for over the next two years or so: 180 lbs. The last time I was 180 lbs I was in highschool. I told him the last time I was at a normal and comfortable weight was when I was wrestling and weighed 215, but even then, I had an eating disorder (I puked and took laxatives to stay thinner but didn't have any muscles. I also accidentally shat on Andrea's bed because of those laxatives). Despite that, I'm starting a diet. Damn it. Double Dammit! Why the hell do I need to be in shape? As much as I'd like to look good and go out skirt chasing, I don't have to. My wife would probably LET me if I wanted to... maybe. Damn responsibilities, imposing themselves on my personal life. (12 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
January 7th, 2012
09:27 pm [Link]	I was reminded I hadn't posted any pics of Dali in a long time But you can't really blame me. We've been pretty busy for the past couple of... months? I forget who had said it to me, but my (our) life is akin to a g-damned Greek tregedy, or perhaps a season of Roseanne. As soon as something starts to get good, everything goes right back down the shitter, because nothing too good in life lasts very long. Mom died, and then the bullshit with the trailer... but then Dahlia was born!... and then more trailer shit... but then we got a car!... but then we had to sign a new more expensive lease for this asshole apartment... then Christmas!... then the car breaks down and have to repair it... and Sealy sends me a notice that I'm late on rent and owe them an extra fifty fucking dollars, when I've never had an overdue rent payment since I've moved in. I wanna get the fuck out of Tuscaloosa. I'm tired of my daughter being stuck in an apartment where we can't go outside. Those cunts at Sealy blackballed me into that fucking new lease and now they want extra money, trying to squeeze blood from a fucking stone. We need somewhere nice between here and Birmingham. Anyways... forget about that shit, ( here's something nice to look at ) Current Music: Eminem - Kim (5 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
December 21st, 2011
10:10 am [Link]	I was having the most awesome kung fu dream this morning . . . Until Liz's alarm woke me up. Damn it. There was this grizzled old man, and he knew Krav Maga and his son was this guy: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0403134/ and they had kidnapped Muddy, so I had to try and stop them from taking my fuking dog to a genetics labratory to make Muddy Clones, but then they kidnapped me, too. They held me hostage in Kendel''s basement and I tried to use Kung Fu on the old man, 'cause I thought he was just an old hired goond, but his power level was OVER 9000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and he almost kicked my ass to death. Then they loaded me into a truck with Muddy, and she told me everything would be okay, that Dad and Liz and Dahlia would save us. We stopped in Dad's driveway so they could pick up the ransom and I challeneged Sam Huntington to fight... 'cause he only used weapons unlike his old man. I was like, Yeah, faggot! You got your tazer and your knives! Why not actually fight me?!? Put your dukes up! And he was all like, "Here, you hold this knife, and I'll show you my favorite tazer," and he handed me this thing that attached to my wrist like a handcuff and ZAPPED ME and just kept getting tighter, but I had the knife and I stabbed him in the fucking liver. His dad was all like, What a pussy, so he decided to just get the gun out of the back of the truck and shoot me, but I stabbed him in the neck when he wasn't looking, DEAD. BUT OH NO!!! Sam Huntington is still alive and has an UZI!!! FUCK! I have to run! I jump through the window of the house across the street and dial 911 while I'm dodging bullets like a muhfugga and........!!! The Alarm. Shit. (Put the Lotion in the Basket)
December 20th, 2011
10:31 am [Link]	Brainfart McShitfuck 1: The Automatic Spell Checker had a problem with "Brainfart" but not "McShitfuck." 2: Why yes, I *did* have a brainfart of shitfuck proportions. That's what happens when you have a baby (and Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword) and you don't get a lot of sleep. See, I was in the shower... I got in. I got out. I toweled off. I was brushing my teeth, and I realized, Oh, I didn't bathe. Shit. So I had to get back in, actually bathe this time, then get out and wrap myself with a wet towel while I walked to the clean clothes hamper to get my other towel. 3: Speaking of clothes and babies and things of that nature, we're leaving for Birmingham this afternoon. We all three have doctor's appointments today and after I'm done with mine, we're gonna grab our bags and get the F out. Problem bein', I'm struggling to find enough clean clothes. Being Daddy, and the one who does the majority of laundry (since Liz does a shitload of most everything else), all my stuff gets shoved to the bottom while I'm making sure she and Dahlia have clothes. But now, I don't have enough underwear or socks, or the shirts I wanted to wear. Oh well. We'll get to take Dahlia to see Santa Claus for the first time and she gets to have her first Christmas. Her third holiday in as many months. I suppose I'd better go get dressed. Current Music: Mojo Nixon - Redneck Rampage (Put the Lotion in the Basket)
December 17th, 2011
03:32 pm [Link]	My Baby, My Teeth, My Life Let's start with my mouth. I have diarrhea. Not in my mouth, mind you, but because of it. . . . Maybe I should start somewhere further back? Like I said, I sent Liz and Dali away last weekend because I was sick. The plan was for me to stay the hell home and get better while she went to Birmingham and bought a car with the money we got from the sale of Mom's trailer. Not only did she get a car, but it's a grood one, a '97 Taurus... with a car phone. A big, clunky, 80's style car phone. WTF it's doing in there, we don't know. *BUT!!! She got it for a lot less than what we had determined was our "highest set limit" we could spend, and since she came home, we've been doing errands all on our own. We went to lunch, dinner, went and got groceries... and then, we went and took me to the dentist. As I've said, HealthSpring's dental insurance is for shit. So I went to the Maude Whatley dental clinic, which was fifty dollars, but it didn't take too long considering I had to get up at 5:45 AM, be there at 6, be one of the only five walk-ins they take per day at 7, and I'm out before noon. ( It's gonna get a little... gory )* (5 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
December 10th, 2011
05:20 am [Link]	I'm riding the Couch Express tonight And I'm doing it by choice. See, I'm sick as hell. Not only do I have this problem with my fucking wisdom teeth needing to be removed, but I have a fucking bronchial cold and my sinuses are all fucked. On top of that, I have the squits. So, I can't even handle my own daughter without Lysol- and and Germ-Xing myself and putting on one of those sterile masks like Japanese people wear. So as not to get her or Liz sick, I'm sleeping on the couch tonight. I'm also sending them away for the weekend to her mother's house. While she's gone, hopefully she'll be able to take the money we got from the sale of Mom's trailer and go with her dad and find us a nice used car. If everything goes according to plan...? Well, nothing ever goes according to plan. Our lives are like a goddamned Greek tragedy. But if it goes as close to good as it can, we'll have a car by the time she gets home Tuesday, and maybe I'll be well and be doped up on NyQuil 151. Current Mood: shitty (2 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
December 7th, 2011
10:57 pm [Link]	. . . And Good Will Toward Men First thing's first, just a little while ago, I was going through my cell phone and... I deleted Mom's phone number. That was kind of like putting a finality on it. It's a good thing, though, because I've finally sold Mom's trailer. The woman who called me about was obviously older... I wasn't sure how old until I met her, she looked to be maybe fifty and her daughter looked seventy, but that's not the point. The woman called me and she sounded like her elevator didn't go all the way to the top floor if you catch my drift? Regardless, we discussed how old the trailer was, what problems it had, and prices. I was completely honest, I told her my brother hadn't cleaned it out, that I had to finish that job, that there was a leaky pipe in the bathroom that had effed up the integrity of the bathroom floor, and to top it off someone had broken in and made a #2 in the toilet after the park manager Scott had turned the water off (so I had to find a way to get rid of *that* as well). Despite all of that, the rest of the floors were in good condition, the walls and roof didn't leak, and it came with the oven, the dishwasher, the dryer, the refrigerator, and the AC. She offered me $4000 and I bullshitted and said that I really couldn't take less 5000. She said she could get her children to give me an extra $500 and I agreed on the 4500. We got that? $4500.Grood. She wants it as soon as possible so I call in some favors and *spend more than my monthly budget, meaning buying things I need to "fix" problems at the trailer as well as pay my friend Jon for gas as well as his help cleaning the trailer and we head up Friday afternoon. I'm in the middle of snaking shit out of the toilet [see relevant icon] when I finally get a call back from her and she says she can't make it. Being cordial, I tell her that I understand how things go, because I don't have a car either. "Oh, honey, you don't have a car? You have a newborn baby and you don't have a car?" I'm gonna make a long story short and tell you that she offered to fucking GIVE* me one of her cars. Not sell, not cut off the price of the trailer and split the difference, but fucking *GIVE. I argued with her, letting her know that Elizabeth and I, despite the fact I'm disability, we're not a charity case. Didn't mean I didn't want a free car, but y'know... I'd like to get the full asking price of $6500 for the trailer and buy a car or at least split the difference and take $3000 and a car for the trailer. ( So from there, we agree to meet on Monday )* (12 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
December 2nd, 2011
02:17 am [Link]	PIC DUMP!!! So, today is the day where I turn into one of those people who never comments on your journal, nor do I update, except with pictures of my kid. If you want information about me, you either have to know me and see me every day, or else when I do see you, I'll only bombard you with stupid anecdotes about my daughter. BTW; today I learned that clerks, especially females ones, are nicer if you mention "I'm buying this for my wife [and/or] daughter for Christmas." If you mention it's your daughter's first Christmas, they give you puppy dog eyes. If you mention you're a single father, they blow you out back behind the Toys R Us dumpster... or at least that's what happened on YouPorn dot com. Anyways. *WHO WANTS TO SEE A BABY?!?* I got a lotta fuckin' pics, so these are like, from the day we brought her home until NOW, and that's been two months. There would be more, but apparently all the pictures of Liz's parents and grandparents turned out shitty on my camera. Oh well, ( let's get to this ) Current Music: Jonathan Coulton - Take Care of Me (12 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
November 22nd, 2011
11:27 pm [Link]	Thanksgiving Pardon me if this entry goes on too long, but I'm at my in-laws house and I'm using my mother-in-law's computer. That means I'm not only using IE, but I don't have spell check, I don't have my LJ client, and I won't be able to embedd any links since I don't know the HTML tags by heart... including LJ Cut. My bad. Regardless, I want to tell you a little story. A story about Thanksgiving. No, not that bullshit about Pilgrims and Indians or even Native Americans. And not that story you saw the other day about how the first Thanksgiving in the 1600's probably had nasty shit like fish and eel as well as turkey and lasted for three days and was because of a GOOD harvest instead of a shitty one where the Indians helped the white man out as opposed to what we were taught in elementary school. No. This is about Thanksgiving 2009, when my ex-wife and I split up: http://weezel365.livejournal.com/893259.html For almost a year after that... I was depressed, almost bi-polar even. I hated myself and then I hated everyone else instead. Regardless, the problem was me and around July I started to work on it and fix the problem and start liking myself and other people slowly again, even if I did put up a facade of being still bitter or perhaps being my jovial asshole self. They're both comfortable excuses to fall into. However, every once in a while, I'd let bits and pieces of the truth slip out: http://weezel365.livejournal.com/973584.html . . . And right when I did, this week in 2010, I met Elizabeth Sides for the first time. We had talked online for almost a month and I dared to ask if she wanted to go on a date. I had already been burned to the point of shaving my head ( http://pics.livejournal.com/weezel365/pic/000ds853 ) so I was weary of asking a girl out again. She said yes and we went to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1. We came back to the apartment, had beer and pizza. She farted in the kitchen and I knew I was in love. A few months later, I came home from watching WrestleMania and got a call from her. She sounded like she was upset, and over the course of the phone call, I deduced that it was because she thought she was pregnant. I told her that everything would be alright and she could come over the next night and we'd take a pregnancy test. When I hung up, I went for a walk to reassure myself. After all... I'm 30 and she's just a silly 20 year old girl. They get paranoid about things like this all the time. Not me, I've been through this a dozen and twelve times. Besides, we were using protection. . . . Most of the time. Ooh. Hmm. So it was positive. I was surprised, but still happy. Scared shitless, but still happy. Wondering how to tell our parents, but still happy. We made a long-term plan to provide for our baby, and although it hasn't gone completely like we planned (because nothing ever does), she's fine. On August 25th my mother passed away from multiple ailments. She never reached her 58th birthday... September 24th, which is also my Dad's birthday. That's also the day Liz and I got married. We didn't really plan it, but I'm glad it's on that particular date. On October 18th, my beautiful daughter Dahlia was born and Liz and I became parents. A month later, we're helping her celebrater her first Thanksgiving with relatives... grandparents, great grandparents, aunts, uncles, second cousins and such. It's been a helluva trip, these past two years. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm *THANKFUL* for what I have in my life. I hope you are, too. Rock On and Keep Rockin' (1 Great Big Fat Person \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)
November 21st, 2011
05:19 pm [Link]	So I was up at 4 AM trying to think of ways to punish my daughter . . . Not NOW, of course. She's too young to punish now. But I was trying to figure out a couple of things I could make her do, like chores she'd have to do out of the blue as punishment for making her mother and I stay up all night taking care of her now, despite all that we do to try and soothe her and make her feel better. I dunno what the problem is. At night? I can't do ANYTHING to make her feel better. She's gassy, fussy, the other night she was constipated... Liz needed sleep and nothing I could do could help Dali feel better and go to sleep, but Liz got her to be quiet almost right away. I felt like a bad dad, like Dali just didn't like me and didn't give a fuck about anything I could do for her. She doesn't go to sleep until after 5 or 6 AM and then she sleeps damn near all day. I dunno how to change this and turn this schedule around and I don't know if it would be healthy for her to do so, either. Yesterday, we had Thanksgiving at my Gran'mama's house. It was strange not having Mom there, but it was good to be around faily and letting that side of the family see Dahlia finally. Thursday we've got Thanksgiving here with Liz'sside of the family... BOTH sides of Liz's family. We'll be pretty busy this week, so... my best hope is that we get through it without Dali getting sick and we stay sane. Pic Dump coming soon (12 Great Big Fat People \| Put the Lotion in the Basket)

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