Patrick Says

For those of you who come to the blog to read posts (as opposed to a feedreader), you may notice a counter up in the header that says ‘The Wife’. This counter is just a simple reminder that life has not returned to normal for our family. It’s a notice that subject to my whims, I may delete this blog entirely and regret it seconds later.

I do dumb things when I’m depressed.
That’s just how I deal.
Don’t judge.

Anyway, it’s also how long The Wife has been hospitalized as she continues to deal with her new condition. I’ll remove it when she comes home. In the meantime, enjoy my ridiculous posts where I incorporate words that seemingly have no bearing on the post subject at all, for example, like acne products.

UPDATE: Counter removed. Never mind.

Jen’s going to pass out like a tretinoin-infected teenager when she sees this picture (click on the actual picture for a full-size version). It was taken at about 5:30pm yesterday. The Oldest is still in is pajamas. Steak has taken off his shirt. For some reason lately, he’s been channeling Mark Wahlberg, I guess. The living room is messy and the boys are playing Wii.

It was just that kind of Saturday.

Found on YouTube. Very neat.
And yes, I got all giddy when 9 & 10 popped up.

Every time someone tries to wax nostalgic about the 90s, I like to jar them back to reality. Not everything produced in the 90s was pure gold. There was some serious crap. Take, for example, the musical stylings of this top hit-maker:

Yes, pure crap. With songwriting magic like ‘we can do it ’til we both wake up’. I hate to break this to you, Mr. Badd, but if she’s asleep while you’re ‘doing it’, you aren’t doing it very well. Just saying.

Where’d everybody go?

I used to get comments on most posts, but lately, nothing. Are the topics that bad? Too much ‘ad-based revenue’? Help me out. We used to be so tight, you and me. Walking in the park, holding hands, talking until 3am about our parents and how we were going to change the world.

What happened?

You went off to college to study about IT solutions and I starting working at my dad’s lawn chair factory. You’d visit every weekend. We’d watch Saturday Night Live and see who was corpsing. But then the visits got fewer and fewer. You said you had classes. I said I had overtime making chaise lounges. Eventually, you came to town every three months. We’d say four words, have sex and you were out the door before my belt buckle hit the floor.

Did I mention I’m not getting a lot of comments these days?