Aquarium!

Dad is on vacation this week!! So we decided to go to the big Aquarium.. it was SOOOO cool! It was Dad, Beau and I. Mom was bummed that she had to work, but she says that people like to look pretty this time of year... so she has to go to work.

Where to start on the aquarium? We saw sharks! (my favorite) got to pet the stingrays, which was awesome! They also had 3 bengal tigers. Beau loved the tigers the most.




We also got our picture taken with Santa! That guy is everywhere it seems. Which reminds me, what is up with Santa anyways? Mom and Dad say I am asking way too many questions about Mr. Claus but I can't help it... Something fishy is going on with Santa (pun intended) How can he be on TV this morning when we left, and then at the mall AND the aquarium? I have also been inquiring with Dad about how exactly Santa is able to get around the world in one night with just some reindeer and a freaking sled?! I have seen tons of elk near my house and reindeer look a lot like elk. The elk I have seen are not all that fast and I hate to say it: they are not all too smart either. I wouldn't trust an elk or a reindeer to get me to the grocery store and back, let alone around the world in one night.

I also have been asking how he knows when I sleeping, knows when I'm awake, knows if I've been bad or good... blah blah blah... This guy is a bit of a creep! where are all the camera's if he's watching all the time? if I know anything, it's this: Bearded old men who watch EVERYTHING that little kids do from the privacy of some remote compound (such as the North Pole) usually end up in prison.

Before I go, here is a pic of Beau with the tigers!




Visions of sugar plums dancing in my head!

Brady



***EDITORS NOTE*** Brady still loves Santa and is a believer for now. He is however, asking tons of questions that I do not either know how to answer nor do I want to answer... the other day he wanted to know how Santa can see him in the dark to know if he is sleeping? then he said 'I'll just pull my covers over my head and watch my DVD player.. he'll have no idea I'm not asleep'. Hopefully we can keep this farce up for at least a few more years.. the good news is that the entire world is in on this little practical joke we play on our children.


Pat

Dad yelling at a stranger and other assorted Holiday Joys

Ahh... the wonders of the season... anticipating Santa's arrival, hanging the stockings, Christmas music, cookies!, wrapping gifts, giving a $10 spot to a homeless guy, and ofcourse sitting in my car-seat in total disbelief while my Dad screams out the window at some dude at stop light.... such a magical time of the year!

I think all kids remember fondly the first time their Dad lobs a few choice words at another motorist... my Mom on the other hand, well.. that one never really shocks me, she is a bit of a wildcard. Mom yells at strangers on at least a weekly basis... This was different, I have NEVER seen Dad yell at anyone (except me and Beau)

According to Dad one of these 'wacko' volunteer firemen came flying up behind us, got right on our bumper and then threw his hands up in disgust when we did not get over immediately... problem was we were about to turn left and couldn't get over. Keep in mind that the 'wacko' had one of those stupid Starsky and Hutch red emergency lights on top of his car that was NOT ON.

So Dad does what any hot headed male of irish decent would do... he rolls down his window and waves the guy past us mockingly... then something unexpected and downright awkward happened: we end up stopped at the light RIGHT next to said 'wacko'. Dad rolls down his window and says the following: 'Where's the fire?!' I cannot confirm nor deny whether or not Dad may have added in a quick 'douche bag' at the end of that last sentence, but that's unimportant at this stage of our story... so what did the guy do? well... in a word, nothing. He rolled his window up without saying a word and then continued to haul ass when the light turned green. Here's the thing: this guy was wearing a RIDICULOUS holiday sweater, you know the kind.. this particular one had a dog wearing a santa hat on it or something.. which got me thinking. If I were to have been the one doing the talking at the stop light, I would have said the following: 'looks like you have already donned your gay apparel... fa la la... la la la... la la la' that would have been awesome! but, alas ... Dad wasn't quick enough to think of that one!

What did I learn from Dad's outburst? well, I learned that sometimes, random douche bags are much more responsible and mature than our own parents.


Deck the halls,

Brady

I'm Baaaack!

EDITORS NOTE:

I have to admit to a brief, albeit torrid love affair with a rival site: FACEBOOK. After a few weeks of being stalked by losers and realizing that I don't even remember half the people I went to High School with... I am officially in a fight with Facebook. IT'S ON! That's right, the evil genius that is Facebook kept us away from the what is REALLY important.. this effing blog!!!

Ok.. Later,

Pat



After a three month hiatus, I have decided to return to blogging. After creative differences with my editor/Dad were solved, we are back together and ready to take on any and all blogs!! So, get your keyboards ready biatches, here we come!!


Here is a quick pic of Beau messing with me: See ya Soon. REAL SOON!

Brady