Just in case you are wondering, yes Chris is now officially a dad.  He sent the story below in before that happened, and its too good to pass up.  So we’re just going to do this Momento style…

Written By Chris

So I keep peering into my former man room, wondering when in the hell this little bundle of joy is going to come, which is usually followed by me running my hand through my hair. It doesn’t take long before my wedding ring catches a stray hair in my head and rips it out and I yell "MOtherf….

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Woah, it has been a while since we last slowed down the Internet with our nonsense.  I’m very sorry it’s taken so long.  We have excuses in tow…

Excuse #1 – Chris is now officially a daddy!  Since he’s the only real writer around here the place really slows down when he’s off doing these crazy things with hospitals and babies.  As soon as he’s back to his normal self I’m sure he’ll update you with all the stories.  For now, let the congratulations pour in…

Excuse #2 – My wife’s websites (WiiMommies & Momspective ) were in need of an IT guy, and I fit the criteria (will work for free.)  I’m so proud of her success and will continue to help her on the tech stuff.  We have done a lot of remodeling over there so please check it out!  With that being said, I’ll do my best to keep things running here but it may be more sporadic than it was before.

So let me close by thanking you all for being so supportive of us and the site, and you’ll be hearing more from us soon…

We have a winner for our ‘Guide to Pirate Parenting’ book giveaway. Entry number 11 according to our Random.org drawing. Click here for the screen capture.  I’d like to thank everyone who entered and checked out the Pirate Parenting website.  I’d especially like to thank Tim Bete for having us host the contest.  Please check out his website and get your hands on the book if you can.

Written By Chris

So while I like to tell stories of me getting crunk by the pool and acting like an ass (see: last blog complaining about tearing up my man room so that my impending baby girl does not have to live in a nuclear fallout shelter), the truth of the matter is that my days are rarely that exciting. Not that that’s a bad thing, but I want people to know that while I talk alot about drinking, it’s increasingly rare when I get to do some serious damage to my liver. Take this past weekend for example, it was an amazing spring day, and I just basked in the apartmentness of my apartment. I caught up on some sleep, owned some noobs playing Gears of War 2, and studied up on my Alan Moore via the limited edition Batman/Joker graphic novel "The Killing Joke" (much more on this in a future blog, as Alan Moore is the SHITE.) Here we got a Saturday night, and instead of shooting tequila out of my nose, I was content whipping up a dinner that would have made Paula Dean shed tears (homemade mash potatoes and grilled London Broil) while catching up on my BSG with the wife. The interesting thing here is that I would put this night up with any of the various blind-drunk, hell-raising shitkickers I’ve been involved in over the years. You see, there is a reason I got married, and the main reason is not the fact that my wife is a magnificent piece of ass (which she is, even more so now that she’s preggers). As much as I like to hang with the boys and party, I do enjoy the act of just vegging out with the ol’ boo, who shares an impossible affinity to pretty much everything that I thought was cool whether back in the day or the present.
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