It has been proven!

Time Travel is possible.

How do I know?

Well, Tyler turns 4 today.
And that last four years freakin’ flew by!

Oh and I also learned one more thing with this time travel theory.

Don’t blink.

Who do you trust?

Not Me.

Well first,
let me tell you,
that today in the U.K.,
two dozen individuals were arrested,
suspected of plotting terror attacks in the U.S.

So the country is on high alert.
And everybody is in a very tense mood.

So I went to work today,
and as my usual routine,
I always put my food in the fridge,
before I clock in.

But, as I open the fridge door,
the security alarm blared louder than a fire truck siren.
Blasting my eardrums like I was in a KISS concert.

Apparently, I was the first one there,
and I triggered the alarm.

And I was not given any codes to disarm the freakin’ thing.

Geetooth Cryth!

I didn’t know if I was going to run,
or just stay where I was and not move.

I had to make a decision.

I left.

Probably not the best decision,
but my ears were hurting.

Although, my brother suggested I should have stayed
and dropped to my knees, like I was praying.
I didn’t think that was a good idea either,
but he said, he just wanted to see me on the news.

Anyway.
Luckily, there were a couple of my co-workers
down at the parking lot.

I told them, I triggered the alarm,
and I didn’t have a code.
They were very nice, and disarmed it
and told me not to worry.

But here comes the law.
The county sheriffs came to check the place out.
And for some reason,
as they walk around the office,
they seem to know it was me who did it.

They were looking at me,
like, I stole their morning breakfast.

They were not happy.
Plus given the fact that the country is on high red alert,
I didn’t think they were in any mood to check out false alarms.

What a way to start the day.
It feels like I have been officially initiated.

Although I must say,
I was not trying to impress the boss by showing up early.
I am not the “eager beaver” guy who couldn’t wait to start the work day.

I just want my food to stay fresh,
and my yogurt not to melt.

In conclusion,
There are only two things that got stuck in my brain today.

First,
I can’t be trusted.

And second,
I owe those cops some donuts.

The Government.

So I was reading up on
the process on how to renew my passport online.

Then I came about this friendly reminder from the Canadian Government,
about this new “WHTI.”
The Western Hemisphere Travel Initiative.

Stating that, all travelers will require a passport to enter/re-enter
the United States, by way of air or sea.
And this includes Canadians too.

Currently, Canadians only need to present proof of citizenship,
or a photo ID, such as a Driver’s License or a Blockbusters card.

Not anymore.
Everyone must show their passport documents.

Well, this is good news, since you can never be too safe
with regards to terrorists trying to enter the American realm.

And then,

I also came about this article from CBC —> click here.

And of course I am sure you didn’t read that.
So, I’ll sum it up for you.

Apparently,
there will be exemptions to this new rule that the U.S. is trying to initiate.

It states that travelers who enter by means of ferries or a private watercraft,
are exempt from this new law. Because “this is a particular form of transportation, they do not want to interfere with.”

(Brilliant!)

So in conclusion.

There are two things I have learned from all of this.

Lesson learned number 1.
Terrorists never use ferries or private watercrafts,
and prefers to show valid identification documents.

(Whew!)

Lesson learned number 2.
We should always trust the government.
How they govern you and
how they tackle each and every issue this country faces.

They want what’s best for you.
They are like your typical car salesman.
They never lie.
They are your friends

Listen to them.

//end sarcasm here
//prays that no FBI/CIA knocks on my door

One dilemma about having to go to work
would be “food.”

What am I gonna have for lunch?

Sure, I could go out of the office,
drive a couple of miles,
just to get stuck in traffic
and wait at long lines at the fast food drive-thru.

But I only have an hour for lunch
and I am not going to make it back on time.

Plus, spending a good $5 – $6 dollars everyday
is not on my budget plan.

So, I bring in the ultimate solution for quick fill nourishments.

TV Dinners!

And today, I have the “Hungry Man – Salisbury Steak” meal.

A pound of sweet succulent cow meat,
with mushroom and onion gravy,
mashed potatoes,
green beans and carrots for veggies,
and a side of brownie,
all packed in one delicious serving.

Yummy!

Although, there should be a disclaimer on these
so called “fill-you-up-tv-dinners.”
Especially with this “Hungry Man” feast.

They are not very filling!
It didn’t even hit the spot.
In fact, not even close at all.

I am still hungry!

I really am!

My God! I have problems.

Curse you, my overactive appetite!

It’s frightening sometimes.

How you get to feel the following emotions,
all in the same day.

Anger,
Love,
Hatred,
Shame,
Pity,
Envy,
Jealousy,
Confusion,
Wonder,
Happiness,
Cowardice,
Regret,
Repentance,
Shame,
Pain,
Pleasure,
Indecision,
Despair,
Apprehension,
Worry,
Loneliness,
Rage,
Remorse,
Sadness,
Sorrow,
Vengeful,
Fear,
Frustration,
Desire,
Delight,
Awe
and Exhaustion.

Then you realize at the very end,
All you really have is HOPE.

What a funny world we live in eh?

You know,
One of the things I have been proud of,
is being able to cook.

Okay okay I am lying!
I can’t cook!

Unless there are instructions given to me, written down,
on a piece of paper,
in complete detail.

I have to read and follow each direction to the tee.

I can’t do the “estimate” technique
Nor the “see if you think it’s done” kind of way.

I can’t do that.

Everything has to be in detail.
From the exact number of cups,
ingredients,
size of food if I have to slice,
tablespoons of mixes,
temperature,
and specific amount of time
the food has to stay in the oven, pan or skillet.
Even the exact smell and colour!

This is why I love buying those,
already flavored, ready-made mix.
Because they allow me to do the only thing
I am sure I can’t mess up.

“Just Add Water”

Such a beautiful thing.
Because I can’t create any meal from scratch,
even if there was a gun to my head
and my life depended on it.

Oh crap, that wasn’t really the point of this post
I hate it when I get sidetracked like that.

So anyway,
I was cooking “Adobo” a couple of days ago.
And since, I was using the ready made mix,
I don’t have much stuff to read and analyze on the directions
written on the package.

But one thing that was written there,
which kind of stuck in my mind:

“Good for 8-10 servings”

And you know what?

I finished the whole thing,
all in one day.

And since this post is categorized under “Stuff I’ve Learned.”

Let me tell you what it is.

“I am a gluttonous pig,
and my arteries are clogged.”

But do I feel an ounce of shame?

Hell No!

Why?
Because Filipino food is the best!

Almost 2 weeks have passed,
when all three of us went through the plague.

We’re not all quite well yet, but we are doing much better.
At least, Tyler is back to his old, playful self,
even though he is still congested and coughing.

Tracy is still going thru some whooping cough episode fits,
and I still have the cold, and my head is still filled with an
unending supply of gunk and snot.

Anyways,
While I was busy upgrading my condition from “dying” to “ill”,
I did a lot of thinking, since I didn’t do much,
and I was in the bathroom a lot.

Here are some knowledge I have acquired lately.

1. Sleep deprivation can make you hallucinate.

2. Coughs, sneezes, throat itch, will all happen at the same time, when you finally fall asleep.

3. You can never watch too much TV.

4. I sometimes watch Oprah and Dr. Phil because I can’t afford a therapist.
(Well, I don’t watch it “watch it”, I just see if they’re going to talk about my problems on that episode.)

5. Tyler’s new favourite movie is Alladin, and after watching it for the 28th time, that monkey Abu, is starting to look good.
(Or tasty.)

6. When nothing is on TV, you somehow find yourself tuning on to Dora the Explorer, even though your kid is not watching it with you.

7. Can you blame me, All they show on TV is Angelina Jolie, getting pregnant by some guy.
(Or something like that.)

8. Dora’s last name is Marquez.

9. You can never spend too much time on the internet.

10. It’s true that you can find absolutely anything on the internet, but when you actually find it, the website doesn’t work.

11. Some people came across this site, because I showed up first on a search engine, when they typed “obnoxious people proof” and “seaman stanes.”

Okay okay, I better stop there.
Because I know what you’re thinking.

I know you wanted to try that last one,
to see if I really do show up on the search.

Yeah! I’m psychic you know.

Oh no, no wait,
What you’re really thinking is,

“Why did I even waste my time here?”

Anyway,
Here are some cool links so we can all drink from the
Shadafa cup!

You’re in the driver’s seat — Taxi (funny)
Time for some PacMan — Ezpresso
Questions you have about the Japanese — Japan FAQ
Do it yourself help — DIY.com (Lhy, you might find these useful)
Urban Legends reference — snopes.com
Who were you in your past life — Past Life Analysis

One of the things,
My wife and I have a difference of opinion on,
is Christmas.

We sometimes have debates and arguments about this holiday season.
And if I might say, we both have strong feelings about Christmas.
But sadly, we are on opposite sides.

You see,
I have never met anyone,
who really, genuinely
loves Christmas.
Tracy does.
She still possesses that “spark” whenever Christmas comes.

Me, on the other hand,
lost my faith and interest in Christmas.
Oh, say, since I turned 21.

Don’t get me wrong,
I celebrate the Christm“¦.”¦ no wait.
I “observe” the Christmas Holiday.
Since it is a Christian Tradition.

Celebrating it is really not what I do this time of year.

I just do not understand it anymore.
I believe, the spirit of Christmas is long gone.

Why would people subject themselves,
year after year,
through the stress, the agony,
the trauma and the hassle.

The pain of dealing with bazillions of people,
in shopping malls, out on the roads, in public transportations,
where you know everyone else is not in their cheerful mode.

The misery you put yourself into, just trying to find a parking spot,
trying to follow shoppers who you see are on their way to their cars,
beating other drivers to it.

And anyone who tells me that they do not hate
dealing with other obnoxious and rude people,
is freakin’ lying worse than a Welcome Mat

I just don’t understand it.
Shouldn’t the holidays be as it “IS”
A holiday?
Stress free?
Worry free?
A break?

Then why would you consent to the fact that
you will be miserable for the whole week.
until the new year comes,
when this is all over.

Now how about gift givings?
You know, you will always have that constant worry,
of not giving the right gift.
And if the people you give gifts to are in any way,
similar to the people I give gifts to,
they will always,
and I mean always
find something wrong with it.

I once sent this “person”
Pictures of my 3 year old son,
And they still found something wrong with it.
Saying they do not like the way he posed.

What the Fuck?
He’s a kid.
Any pose he does is cute!

Oh, and in these hard times,
Who can freakin’ afford anything these days?
You have to admit, you worry about buying Christmas gifts
way back in June,
anxiously hoping you’ll rack in enough hours at work,
just to be able to buy gifts, for people who doesn’t care shit about you.

Then you’ll spend half of next year,
broke like the idiot sucker you are, for buying gifts,
and decorating your house.

And speaking of which,
What does decorating your house for Christmas really prove?

I put up icicle lights around our house.
I guess to give the illusion that it is snowing around the roof of our house.
In freakin Florida.

Then you worry about if the neighbors might think
that your decorations are horrible.
It’s like another freakin, neighborhood competition.

My neighbors have an inflatable Santa in his Sleigh,
And another house has the nativity scene.
And full bright, blinding lights surrounding it.

If you don’t get blinded by it,
You’ll surely go blind,
looking at your next months electric bill.

What else?
Oh and you know, you’re gonna spend this holiday with your family.
With the ones you love.

Cmon!
Give me a break.
You know you hate spending time with them.
Not only do you have to deal with your crazy, annoying relatives,
You have to pretend that you like them.
Yeah, you know what I am talking about.

Not to mention all these politically correct asswipes,
Who wants to take control of the world, by playing with words.
These people disgust me.

As you can obviously see,
I hate Christmas.

Well, I shouldn’t say that.
I actually hate,
what Christmas has become.

Which brings me back to the Christmas debate with my wife,
And the purpose of this post.

As I told her my gripes about the holiday season,
and expressed my thoughts about it,
she told me this six hard-hitting words,
that made me ease up my detest for Christmas.

“You think Christmas is about you?”
(Okay, maybe not verbatim)
——–
Well, that put me in my place, didn’t it?
That pretty much gave me an attitude adjustment,
and with a confused, troubled face,
like a drunk monkey trying to do long division.

As I look upon my son,
I realized, it is now my purpose,
to make every Christmas,
memorable for him.

As I end this,
I remember a saying I heard a long time ago.

There are only three stages in Life.

First,
When you believe in Santa Clause.

Second,
When you don’t believe in Santa Clause.

And third,
When “you are” Santa Clause.

I realized,
I am way past stage one and two.

Merry Christmas to everyone.
And all the best this coming New Year.

And you know why
I am fascinated by this?

Because I am a geek.

And I am a sad strange individual.