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I think I have a solution to this NHL lockout hullabaloo.
And it will only be remedied by 5 simple words.
And here it is....

A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN

Just like the movie!
Ha? What do you think?

That would solve the dilemma of these
greedy bastards with an insatiable appetite for more money.

I know it's not the players' fault the game was suspended,
or the season cancelled.
It's all these politics that plagued the sports industry,
just like how appearances and lip-synching has plagued the music world.

But to have women play hockey?
That would be perfect!!

Just like that movie where the ladies played Baseball huh?
And what if they are all hot!
That would be awesome!!!

But, you know it will never be accepted by the management.
Plus, with all the complaints and protests they would get
from some extreme feminists and/or the whole state of Utah.

It will never happen.

Because who would want to see women with sticks,
skating at tremendous speeds,
handling a puck,
body checking each other,
just to score past the goalie.

No one!

Well, except for me,
because I like hockey.

And I am a sick bastard.

Happy Birthday to me!!!!!!!!

One weird thing about having your birthday fall on Valentines,
is that, even though it's your birthday,
you still have to give somebody something.

Can you actually call this day your own,
if you still have to put a lot of thought to make someone else happy?
Not to mention all the planning, stress, effort
and the pressure of getting the right gift?

Since it's your birthday,
and you know you will receive a gift, or something,
wouldn't it just even out,
since you too have to give someone a gift?

This has been my predicament,
with all my past relationships.
Never has been this day, completely mine.

So, let me tell you something about my wife.
She realized this dilemma I am in,
very early on in our relationship.

She made me promise to her,
that come Valentines Day,
we will treat this as my day.
My Birthday.

I will not do anything,
I will not worry about anything,
I just have to spend this day as my own.
My day.

And she will treat me as such.

I did promise her,
that I will not get her anything,
and just enjoy my birthday.

But I always cheat.

I always end up giving her something,
or any simple surprises that I could think of,
come Valentines Day.

But as of late,
since I don't work,
and with only one car,
it's quite hard for me to surprise her with anything.

And she will know if I purchased anything for her anyways,
for she manages our finances.
And she knows where I am, or where I was
at any given time of day.

Last year, I spent my birthday in Canada without her,
to finish some paperwork,
so that doesn't count.

So today,
I fulfilled my promise.
I treated this day as mine.

And she did what she always does.
My Queen made her man realize,
that even though she is the breadwinner,
she made sure that I am still the King of her castle.
Like always.

And you know what?
It actually felt very good.

But at the end of the day,
I realized something.

As we watched whatever was on TV,
snuggling on the couch,
listening to Tyler's snores,
I realized,
that even though it's my birthday,
she does not deserve to have no Valentines.

She is my wife,
but today, she was also my date.
She also deserves to have something.

But what am I going to do?
The day is ending,
And even though I am also the king of "last minute -11th hour- cramming things",
I couldn't possibly come up with something this late.

So, what's a guy to do?

Well, I guess at the last minute,
you just have to give the one you love,
with what you already have.

You look straight into their eyes,
And say,

"Honey, thank you for making my day very special.
I really enjoyed every moment with you.
I love you very much."

And you know what?
It works!

I guess, technically, I still gave her something.
One lovely smile.
Which I know made her day too.

And she deserved it.
She was after all,
still,
My Valentine.

My God!
I am the "Cheesiest Man" on this planet!
Hah! No matter!
At least the sex was AWESOME!!!

Shazee, shazee, shazee, shazee.

Another T.N.T.
(Tyler's New Thingies)

Okay, this might not be a new one,
I just remembered it a couple of days ago.

One good thing about spending time with your growing kids,
is that whenever they are learning to talk,
you get to understand the words right away,
even though the word is in its garbled, rawest form.

Like when Tyler and I are playing,
and he would try to leave and get more of his toys.
He would stand up, and look at me,
stretch his arm out, and say "RayBak" (I'll be "Right Back")
Then he goes and comes back.

When he said this the first time,
I noticed it right away.

When he wants to go outside,
he grabs his shoes,
hands them to me, and says "Shoosh."

When there's a plane that fly's by,
he looks up, points to the sky and shouts, "Ehhpayn."

When he remembers Nemo,
he would march around the house,
chanting "Meemo, meemo, meemo....."

Sometimes I would make him remember Dory,
we chant, "Dowee, dowee, dowee....."

Or sometimes Woody, "Wooee, wooee, wooee....."

These words are easily recognizable,
and as I stay with him,
I get to decipher them almost right away.

But one time he was chanting,
marching around the room,
and I couldn't figure it out.

He goes, "Shazee, shazee, shazee....."

I don't get it.

So I just thought it's just something that he learned how to say,
and he's just saying it, just because.

Then one day,
we just got done having lunch,
and I switched the channel on TV,
and an episode of "The Jerry Springer Show" caught my attention.
And as they go to commercial,
The audience chanted "Jerry, jerry, jerry....."

Here comes Tyler, marching around the room.
"Shazee, shazee, shazee....."

*Note to self,
Never watch "The Sopranos" when Tyler is around.

Anyways,
Here are some more cool links,

This one is just called, "turn left" ----> Left
A Donkey-Kong Spin-off ----> Banana-Barrage
Come clean and start anew ----> comeclean.com
The face of tomorrow ----> Human Face Globally
I know it's late but who cares? ----> x-mas bash
Is it so wrong to wish them dead? ----> annoyingneighbors.com

HAPPY SUPERBOWL!!

The three official holidays here in the states,

Fourth of July,
Thanksgiving,
And Superbowl.

This year,
Superbowl is held here in Florida.
The land of Tropicana Juice
and Cell-phone using maniac drivers.

There has been so many celebrity sightings here in the River City,
it's really quite amusing.

Famous actors,
Well known performers,
And Great athletes.

It's also quite entertaining to see all the fans,
flock down to the Arena,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of these
famous personalities.

The fans adore these people like Gods.
They worship the very ground they walk on.

As for me,
Since I am not a big Football fan. (Go Eagles!)
The only thing that made me quite thrilled about this event,
The only excitement I have,
is knowing that I am in the same place with 2 people.

To me,
these 2 people are GODS.

One is,
Sir Paul McCartney,
performing at half time.
Which was confirmed that he will not show his man boobies,
nor have any wardrobe-malfunction.
(Although there is a rumour that he will french kiss Terrel Owens.)

And Second,
Hugh Heffner.

Need I say more?

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On a side note:

This site might be quite intermittent during the next few days,
for I am in the process of changing DNS hosts.
(The thing that tells your PC to connect to this site)

Also, the photos are down for the meantime,
for I am also in the process of adding some,
(or deleting some, for that matter)

Also,
does anybody have any experience selling stuff on eBay?
The plans on keeping Tracy's car is quite unfeasible at this point.
Any advice would be appreciated.

Another also,
We have started this "Potty Training" crap.
Any advice will also be "very" appreciated.
(Because Daddy almost quit the first day.)

And also,
thanks to an old friend, Nikki,
for sending me a GMail invite.
I know I don't need it, but I want it just the same.

And lastly,
a very big "Thank You" to our Mothers,
for always getting us out of any sticky situations.
I am working on a song tribute for you.
It kinda depends on how good I handle this "Potty training" crap.
But I promise to do it just the same.

Happy SUPERBOWL to everyone!

How I wish I could greet you a "Happy Stanley Cup!" as well.
Stupid Hockey Politics.
I hope you're all happy you greedy bastards!!

When is your turning point?
What would it take for you to give in?

A couple of days ago,
Tracy rushed me to the hospital,
because I just couldn't tolerate the pain on my back anymore.

It was kind of embarrassing,
because we were out in public,
and there I was, in pure agony.

It felt like something was going to snap,
as I try my best to walk.

Not good.

But I still insisted on not going to the Emergency,
since it really is no secret how I feel about
these arrogant, pompous jackholes,
who call themselves Doctors.

Just because they went to school longer than you,
and they were given power by the government to give you drugs.
which just technically make them "Drug Dealers" in white jackets,
They think that they are Gods.

Gods my Ass!

So anyway,
as Tracy and I argue about going to the emergency,
I was determined to stick to my guns, and not go.

She said,
"So you're just going to suffer there?"

"Yes!"
I said swiftly.

"Just because you don't want to see a Doctor,
you will just live with the pain?"
As she gives me "the look".

"Oh yeah!" I said. As I try to avoid "the look".

"Even though there's a big possibility about your nerves being damaged."
She added.

"Yup!" I still remain.

She said,
"You know the nerves down to your leg, controls your bowel movement.
And if the nerve is damaged,
you might lose control of your poop and pee."

(Silence)

"I'll get the car keys. You drive."

I hate it when my woman wins!

So what's your breaking point?