In Hiding

So Brogan is at the stage where he's really into 'games.'  He just comes up with these wacky ideas and they become games and we try to play along the best we can.  He's hilarious.  One actual game he's exceptionally bad at is hide-and-go-seek.  I own him at this game.  When I count he runs behind the comfy chair and hides there every flippin' time.  I have to act like I'm searching high and low for him while he giggles maniacally in his hiding place.  I'm pretty sure he's worn a hole into the floor from crouching there for so long.

Not to toot my own horn, but I'm awesome at hide-and-go-seek.  I had a hiding spot growing up that literally no one found me in from like 1982 to maybe the early 90's.  I spent so much time camped out in that spot I could have written novels or invented the internet while hanging out in there.  It occurred to me maybe my fellow hide-and-go-seekers thought I was an asshole and just let me rot there but it was usually my younger siblings so I've since ruled out that thought.  It just may have been the best hiding spot of all times.

Regardless, when it's my turn to count he tries to tell me where to hide (behind the chair, huge shocker) and I have none of this so I go try to hide in the most creative but mildly obvious place.  I'm pretty sure I could just stand behind him while he looks for me and he'd eventually have to give up because either it's bed time or the next Rapture is coming.  So today I hide behind his chalkboard easel and of course this stumps him, even with mommy's help.  He's standing right there, he can practically feel the heat of my breath on his neck, and he still can't see me.  This must be a 4-year-old thing, at least I hope it is because if he was an animal in the wild he'd be eaten in like 0.3 seconds.

Anyways, can you guess what my next move is?  I shoot my hand out to grab him, scream bloody murder and I scare the living bejesus out of him.  I've always loved to jump out and scare people.  I used to wait outside our bathroom back home until my brother came out and I'd scream so loud I swear to god he'd piss himself even though that was his whole reason for being in there in the first place.  So Brogan jumps out of his skin and collapses on the floor like a fainting goat and Amy and I just start crying with laughter.  I haven't gotten someone like that in ages and man it felt good.  I'm pretty sure it won't be the last time...

Happy hiding,

G

miTunes

After a semi-hectic morning Maisie and I are hanging out while Amy brings Brogan to pre-school and helps out with a pumpkin hunt with the kiddies.  I'm enjoying a cup of coffee, Maisie is playing nicely and we're listening to the Chili Peppers new album.  I love the Peppers, I've loved them since Blood Sugar Sex Magic (not an impressive stat) but there's something about their music that just resonates with my very soul.  Music is so primal and powerful for me; it just takes me away, sets my moods, fills in the blanks, and inspires me.

I'm a musician at heart but I never had the work ethic to pursue it.  It takes a lot of courage to do that; the willingness to go without, to hear 'no' so many times you grow immune to it, to believe so much in yourself that you won't be denied.  I listen to Calgary's 90.9FM every day  (CJSW, U of C's student-run station) and I hear so much new music that I'm constantly experiencing different things you'd never hear on stale corporate radio.  The music on CJSW is dominated by the obscure, unknown brave musicians that may have not made it and may never will but have the courage to chase that dream.  Brogan has more musical talent in his pinkie finger than most people have in their whole body; I know that if he chooses to go into music that I will support him as much as humanly possible, if that is what he wants.

I effing love music.  Love it.

Profile pic.

Why are the profile pics for blog sites (or blags) so flippin' small?  You click on 'view full size' and it shows you the same pic the same size tucked away in the top left hand side of the plain white page.  What's the point?  This may be the best family photo we've ever had taken and you could practically post it on the head of a pin so I'll add here so y'alls can enjoy it.  I love this picture.

Avocados from Chile suck the big one.

That didn't take long, I think I'll go off on a rant now.

So the other day we buy some avocados from Superstore and it turns out they suck.  This is annoying to me because I love avocados and a bad avocado is practically inedible.  They sit there to ripen and never really do, finally you say shag it and cut into one of them and it's hard, it's almost impossible to twist open and then it doesn't even taste good after all that effort.  What a pisser.  The kicker is, they are from Chile, proving to me that the only good avocados on earth are from Mexico.  If I was independently wealthy and completely bored and somewhat irresponsible I'd fly to Chile, find the people in charge of these sad and pathetic excuses for avocados and berate them for so long they'd probably rethink their decision to become avocado farmers.  They'd probably think back to the time they had the choices of avocado farmer or 'other' and wish they went with 'other'.  Maybe 'other' was fisherman, or wine-maker, or priest, but I'm pretty sure they'd wish they'd went with other after I got through with them.  Would they have completely sucked at 'other' remains to be seen, but shit, if you're gonna go all in with avocados at least make a good product, not some poorly-drawn facsimile that bears only a visual resemblance to a tasty avocado and actually tastes nothing like the real deal.  Nasty-ass, pale green, hard, tasteless, watery, sad-lookin' excuses for something I love.  Again, what a pisser.

I don't know much about Mexico other than a whole ton of people go there to vacation every year and a whole ton of people get murdered there as a result of the drug trade.  How can something so good and something so completely evil exist like that in one place?  Talk about both your yin and yang.  Regardless, they can grow some crazy good avocados there and I really hope I'm supporting something good by buying Mexican avocados.

Things I should probably talk about in the future: 'irregardless', cashews, Starbucks, yin, music, food, my kids the economy, spelling, yang, the price of tea in China. 

Nuff said, wha?

Peace,

G

Exhibit A: Which one is from Mexico?

Exhibit B: Faker!!  Shame!!