More than I deserve

July 24, 2008

So a couple of weeks ago — before I went on vacation — I made a notation about a blog post that was written by my wife that I read when I need to be cheered up.

However being completely computer-illiterate — shocking, isn’t it — I didn’t place a link to my wife’s blog site, which she decided to inform me about later, chuckling.

Anyway I still can’t put the link up — people are probably catching on that I’m not really that bright here — so I’ve decided to copy her post into my blog.

Let me warn you ahead, I do not deserve this woman. She is way too good for me and the following post definitely proves it:

The toddler’s dad rocks too

Sunday I mentioned how much “my dad rocks”, now I will talk about how much Jonathan’s dad rocks.

Hubby was worried about being a dad. He didn’t really have a father figure growing up, with exception to his grandfather. His parents split when he was two or three and his mom moved her children thousands of miles away to California. He reunited with his grandfather years later, but still does not have contact with his real father.

His grandfather is a stubborn man, who makes us want to scream in frustration at times, but he was also a good father-figure who taught Hubby to honor women, respect family, and most of all to keep his word.

Hubby took my word when I told him we were having a girl the entire nine months of my pregnancy. So much for women’s intuition. We had a boy.

Hubby didn’t care if we had a girl or a boy. He didn’t talk about playing ball with a boy or taking him fishing or hunting or any of that stuff. Maybe that was because 1) he doesn’t hunt or fish and 2) he has nieces and has learned that they like to do that “boy stuff” too.

My labor was fairly long and Hubby was there through it all. He barely ate or slept for 23 1/2 hours straight, right along with me. At one point, standing in the shower attempting to pee (the nurse told me it might relieve some pressure, but I don’t care how hard I tried I could not pee for anything! Every time I would relax enough to do so another contraction would hit), Hubby approached me and I put my arms around his neck and leaned into him. I sobbed and sobbed.

I hope he doesn’t mind me writing this, but he cried right along with me, telling me he hated to see me in so much pain. We were both exhausted basket cases. I remember thinking, in between the contractions, how glad I was that he was there with me.

Of course, there was part of me who also wished he wasn’t there seeing what I felt was the worst side of me — weeping, making ugly faces and covered in blood, urine and sweat. Real attractive. Probably made him want to marry me all over again. Ha. Ha.

When Jonathan finally decided he could pull himself away from whatever he was doing in my womb, the midwife first handed him to me and then, once the umbilical cord was cut and Jonathan was cleaned off a little, he was in his dad’s arms. Hubby was exhausted, sick to his stomach from all the stress and probably starving. Despite it all, the look of amazement on his face as he stared into the eyes of his son was priceless.

And the way he now interacts with his son — kissing him, lifting him in the air, taking him for walks, holding him on his lap during Veggie Tales DVDs, tickling him until they both collapse in laughter on the floor — melts my heart and makes me fall in love all over again with the man who caught my gaze with his beautiful blue eyes and even more beautiful heart.

I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have to worry anymore if he’s going to be a good father or not. The absolute delight that crosses our son’s face when he sees his daddy is proof enough of what a good father Hubby is.


See what I mean. I totally don’t deserve this woman, but I fall in love with her even more each day I’m with her. We just celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary last week, and I’ll be totally honest, the time I have been with her – which has been nearly 10 years altogether – has been chock full of the happiest moments of my life. I love this woman very much and I try to tell her that at least 85 times a day.

And yes, I am going bald. But I shaved my head this past weekend, so it all balances out in the end:)

Keep smiling folks:)


I’ve been having a tough couple of days in terms of trying to stay positive what with some work and personal issues weighing heavy on my mind.

But just when I really start feeling sorry for myself, I look at my wife’s blog at, especially and the last post there entitled “The Toddler’s Daddy Rocks Too.” And suddenly life doesn’t feel that bad anymore, and I feel more blessed and loved than a person like me should be.


Anyway … on to my latest ramblings:

Just read Warren Ellis’ first issue on Astonishing X-Men and I’m hooked. I can’t wait to see where this storyline goes.

Got a new Miles Davis CD in the mail recently. It is his 1958 recording Ascenseur pour l’Échafaud, a soundtrack to the Louis Malle film of the same name. It was just released on CD last year and it is one of his masterpieces. My only complaint – and it is a small complaint – is that the entire album itself is only 26 minutes long. Usually his albums range from between 35 to 75 minutes in length. But in all, the length of the album is a minor complaint and I encourage anyone who is just discovering Miles Davis’ music to give this a try. Some other albums I would recommend include Kind of Blue from 1959 (the first Miles Davis album I received, which was a birthday present from my brother-in-law six years ago); Sketches of Spain from 1960; and Davis and John Coltrane, the complete recordings from 1956-1961. All of these albums are available in CD format.

Looking forward to the new season of Burn Notice, which begins Thursday.

Am counting down the days until my vacation starts – five and counting.

Before the week is out I’ll be giving my thoughts on the TNA product and the Shimmer product (just finished volumes 15 and 16).

Wow, it is a week later and CM Punk is still the world champion.

I saw the first ad for Heroes Season Three: Villains. Color me excited.

That’s all for now. Keep smiling folks:)

Just some musings

July 2, 2008

George Carlin died recently … the world just became less funny.

I found it kind of humorous that on the Larry King Live which was dedicated to the life of George Carlin, they had as their guest Bill Maher. So the unfunniest man in America is commenting on the life of the funniest man in America. Kind of strange, don’t you think?

OK, Vince you finally did – you got me to watch Raw. Of course, all it took was making CM Punk the world champ. See … and it saved you a million dollars as well.

Just got finished watching ROH’s Rising Above PPV. Good event … not a blowaway event like the Driven and Man Up PPVs, but good entertainment nonetheless. Still heads and shoulder above what is being offered by the two major companies.

Really enjoying the new Moon Knight series. Was hesitant to give it a try at first, but was very surprised by Charlie Huston’s story. It was better than expected. And Mike Benson is providing that he was the right choice as Huston’s successor on this title.

For more of Charlie Huston’s work, I encourage everyone to pick up Caught Stealing, Six Bad Things and A Dangerous Man (the Henry Thompson trilogy); The Shotgun Rule; and the Joe Pitt casebooks, Already Dead, No Dominion, Half the Blood of Brooklyn and Every Last Drop (which comes out on Sept. 30.)

Just saw the first six pages of Warren Ellis’ first issue on Astonishing X-Men, and yes, I am hooked.

Counting down the days until my vacation.

Currently reading The Husband by Dean Koontz. I don’t read a lot of his work, mainly because a lot of it isn’t that good (I shudder when I think of the experience that was The Face). However, when it comes to his smaller novels — i.e. the ones under 300 pages where he isn’t suffering from diarrhea of the keyboard — those seem to be the ones that I can’t put down. The last such novel of his that I read and enjoyed was Velocity back in 2006, and the one before that was Intensity, which came out back in the mid-1990s.

Keep smiling folks:)