• Tonight’s poker night for the Cleveland Poker League – that makes me happy.  I hope I play better than I did last game but even if I don’t it’ll still be a good night.
• Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn, etc.  These things are here to stay people.  I tried for a long time to stay “off the grid”.  At this point I’m so on the grid that I’ve got grid marks on my ass.  Standard case of “it is what it is”.  Get used to it.
• Amanda’s going to be gone pretty much all day on Saturday so I’ve got Daddy Duty again!!!  I’m guessing it’s won’t be nearly as interesting as last weekend but you never can tell.
• I hope I get to a point in my career one day where I can simply cancel a meeting if I’m late for it.  That would be cool.
• I’ve been thinking for years about getting a tattoo – I’ve always said that when the Indians win the World Series I’d get Chief Wahoo.  Doesn’t look like that’s going to be happening any time soon cause, “they’re shitty again”.  That said I think I’ve come up with a design that just might change my mind.
• SPAM is funny.  Just about every morning I’ve got between 20 and 100 spam comments on this blog.  When will they learn?

In any case, last weekend I had poker at the house for the Cleveland Poker League and collectively we drank quite a few beers and pops.  My wife is GREAT when it comes to recycling so I make it a point to make sure that none of those cans or bottles get thrown away during the game.  So, little G and I go down into the basement, gather up all of the cans and bottles and make our way upstairs to the garage where we have the “can crusher”.  FYI, to a 2 year old, this is mankind’s greatest invention.

So we’re crushing our cans (he handing them to me and me doing the crushing) and I notice that he’s completely soaked down the front of his pants.  My first inclination is to think that he’s had an accident (seeing as we’re currently potty training).  Then a terrible realization comes over me… I’ve just managed to cover him in Miller Lite.  Dammit!!!

His mother is going to KILL him and tha’ts nothing compared to what she’s going to do to me.

So… I’m either a really good guy cause I’m doing my part for the environment, or I’m a really bad dad for dousing my son in beer.  Maybe a little of both.