Tamsyn Rose de Klerk, Miracle Baby - The Beginning

Tamsyn Rose de Klerk was born to Liezel and Justin de Klerk on the 6th October 2007 at St Georges Hospital in Tooting, London. She was delivered by emergency ceasarian section 11 weeks premature weighing 1.2kg. She left the hospital neonatal unit to come home with us on 29 November at 2 months old weighing only 1.9kg.

This is the heart-wrentching story of how Tammy came into this world, and the first few months of her life as the perfect little angel whom God gave us the ultimate honour of being truly blessed with. The apologue is narrated by me, Justin, her dad, and this is my account of the story.

Parents History:

Very Peri Chicken Livers & Cheese Burger

Yes you read that right! This evening I made burgers for dinner. Burger patties were just ordinary supermarket beef patties for a change, instead of my usual home-made masterpieces! Liezel's burgers just had boring old cheese & tomato.

My two burgers had chicken livers fried with onions, garlic, peri peri sauce and balsamic vinegar. And oh my glory it was close to the nicest burgers I've ever tasted. If they were made with my own famous patties they certainly would rate easily at the top!

Understandably it wouldn't be everybody's taste, especially the chicken livers part, but I like them if they're cooked properly and not bland and dry. But then again I'll vainly admit I have a more exciting and adventurous taste in food than most people! I'll eat just about anything, as long as it's dead and preferably cooked, and it's not been near a brinjil (eggplant).

Damn this PC is so slow today! I think the computers memory is getting virtual alzheimers, or amnesia, because it's not handling much! CPU is fine, rarely clocks over 25%. But I need another gig of memory!

So who's coming to my gig on Friday? In case you forgot, I'm the drummer for The Pits, and this Friday we're gigging at Club Voom Voom, 70 Loop Street, Cape Town. We'll be on at around 10pm. The gig is a 50's theme. We're a Psycho Rock & Roll kind of outfit, the band opening for us, The Ratrod Cats, is a proper Rockabilly band, and DJ Fred is jamming out tunes from the 50's era the rest of the night! It would really be awesome if some of my friends or family would turn up. So many people make farts in the wind every time about coming to one of my gigs and very few ever turn up. If ever people do want to see us live this would be a good one because we're playing at a theme night reminiscent of our songwriters influence in music and the backbone of what we do. So please, come along, and bring EVERYBODY!

Just watched the video of our last band practice. We are sounding great! On Friday lunch time I'm off to the music store Paul Bothners in Cavendish to invest in some new Vic Firth 7A drum sticks and some new skins, a fresh sound for Friday's gig.

Well I'm off to bed now, with a glass of Eno on the way to quench the heartburn furnace in my stomach.

Barefoot & Bushy-tailed

The title of todays blog describes my beloved daughter in her school class photo below. The rest of the group is neatly dressed and looking respectable, while my scruffy little tomboy parked in the middle of the front row like the leader of the brat-pack is barefoot, in shorts, sporting her usual "boskop" (bushy head), and looking ready to tackle her next mischevious mission. She's so used to having a camera shoved in her face flashing off thousands of snaps since she was so young the remains of the umbilical cord was still wet and not even dreaming of becoming a belly button yet, that she has become quite impatient of camera's. So much so I find it increasingly difficult to get a good shot of her anymore unless it's snuck in by surprise, and then she blinks or pulls faces half the time!

So, this photo below of a class of 21 three year olds all looking in the right direction, reasonably happy, eyes open, and properly composed, is sheer brilliant! Well done to the photographer, I'd love to know her tricks!

Lunch today was toast with peanut butter & syrup, and cream cheese (on seperate slices of course!) Before that at around 10am, usual mid morning snack time, or noodle-o'clock, I had noodles with a dollop of cream cheese. How delicious that was! Cream cheese was leftover from last week's waffles, but it's finished now.

Dinner tonight will be something with mince, that's all that's left in the freezer to cook. That and the 4 remaining tubs of part-eaten ice cream. I did a clear-out of the freezer on the weekend, there was very little food but there was 6 tubs of ice cream, some of which looked about as old as the fridge!

Last night I managed to fix my useless computer at home. Turns out it was the graphics card, an ATI Radeon 512Mb monster (or it was a monster a few years back, it's small by today's standards). I unplugged and re-connected all kinds of peripherals inside the box, including memory, hard drives, cards, etc, one by one, process of elimination. Then I unplugged the monitor cable and plugged it into the onboard graphics as part of the motherboard, and it came to life! But the picture quality was terrible. In the meantime I took out the ATI card, cleaned it, cleaned the points, shook it around a bit, and just before I stomped on the damn thing in anger at the money it would cost to replace, I tried plugging it in again and hooking the monitor back up to it - and it worked again! Imagine my sheer delight!

But now I think one of the DDR memory cards is not in properly because the machine is very slow. Will check that tonight!

Damn computers! We can't live without them, but sometimes they annoy the crap out of us! (Sounds a bit like women!) ...runs, ducks and hides!

Chicken a-la-Kingdingaling

Lunch today was delicious, and it was leftovers from last night when it was fresh and even better! Unfortunately I don't have any photo's of the dish, it was pretty much a chicken ala king made with a pack of whole chicken drumsticks, potatoes cut into smallish pieces, onions, red & yellow peppers, mushrooms, mixed herbs, salt & pepper, a tablespoon full of garlic paste, and milk. Served with macaroni pasta. Really a basic meal, nothing special or spectacular, except for the love that it was made with made it taste great! Even Tammy ate some, and she is a proper mission to get any supper into these days.

I actually don't know what to do about it, maybe I'm not as good a dad as I thought I was because she's got a discipline issue lately, and she simply refuses to eat what we give her. I usually have to bribe her with some delicious treat like ice-cream just to get a few mouthfuls of the cooked dinner into her spoiled-brat gob. If there's vegetables involved there is no amount of bribing that will get her to eat it, with the result that we end up having a fight because I get seriously angry and frustrated at her resistance and defiance of my authority, usually ending in her crying.

Any advice from some experienced parents out there would be much appreciated! I usually don't have much trouble with disciplining Tammy, I have my ways of getting results and actions from her more than anybody else, her mom and teachers included, but the eating thing is really bothering me. Not that she goes hungry, she'll often have 2 minute noodles, or a vienna sausage, or a peanut butter sandwich; and of course a couple of bottles of milk (which is another bad habit I need to break her out of soon, preferably before she starts high school!) But she doesn't eat the dinners I cook no mater how tasty, attractive and child friendly I try to make it! Shit I made bangers and mash the other day, with cauliflower blended invisibly into the mash. She wouldn't touch the mash, and bitched that the sausage was spicy! IT WASN'T!!!.

Please give me some pointers.

Shame, this morning at about 4am she asked for a drink so I made her a bottle of Oros juice, by 6am when I came to wake her she had wet the bed, which she hasn't done in ages. Poor thing was horribly upset with herself.

Anyway, mom is home today, sick with the flu, so hopefully she's sorted the bed out because I didn't have time this morning having had to do everything getting myself and Tammy ready to go. We left a few minutes late, then I got stuck in a very long traffic jam because our stupid fucking traffic cops decided to put up a roadblock on a very busy route! Idiots made me nearly an hour late, but my colleague was late too so I didn't get the usual snotty comments.

Well, back to work, lunch break is over.

Lazy Saturday part 2

Ok I have found flaw on the iPad... It's impossible to scroll through a text input box like the one I have to type in for this blog entry. The text I'm typing passed the end of the box, I moved to an earlier spot to make an amendment, then couldn't get back to the end of the text. Seriously annoying!

Anyway, at the end of the previous entry (Lazy Saturday) I was talking about Tammy developing an understanding of the boundaries of going into the water based on the dangers of being in water without being able to stay afloat. She is such a clever kid.

I absolutely adore my child, she is just the sweetest most lovable and adorable little girl, and she adores her daddy!

So tomorrow is fathers day, I wonder if my family will remember. Tomorrow is also the first band practice in about a month, haven't seen the band since the last gig. We have another gig confirmed for this coming Friday the 24th at Voom Voom club in Loop street, its a 1950's theme party, I'm looking forward to that.

On thursday my wife Liezel cooked up a roast chicken. Last night I caught her eating leftovers, chicken, potato and veg, alongside two slices of toast with syrup on the same plate! As you can see by the photo. I really married a strange one!
Shit, just discovered another restriction on this iPad, it's not possible to upload photos to this blog from the pictures on this gadget. I think this is the last time I blog from the iPad, this has not really been much fun, as you can probably tell by the noticeable lack of humor. Tomorrow I'll see if I can get some life into my PC and try again from there.

Lazy Saturday

A the moment I am parked on the couch in the lounge comfortably under a warm blanket, typing this on my iPad because my computer is still fucked and I don't know how to fix the piece of crap. So this will not be my longest ever blog because it's quite cumbersome tapping away with 2 fingers on this oversensitive little screen, that and I'm watching the Stormers rugby game at the same time. I do love this little iPad, it's an amazing piece of technology and I'm really grateful to have won it, especially since my PC is cocking up on me, it's a window to the world via my wireless Internet. That said, I do miss the versatility of the PC.

16 - 6 to the Stormers so far.

So today was yet another waste of a day because of a hangover, as is all too often the case on Saturday's in my life lately. I really do wish I could stop doing this to myself, I tend to be useless and short tempered on hangover Saturday's, and I don't like myself like this. Of course I have known for a long time now that I have a drinking problem, and when I'm sober I can see that the alcohol is in control of me, and my life, and I know its destructive in many ways.

So how the he'll do I stop?

I do want to quit the binge drinking, have done for a long time now, I just don't know how because it's an addiction which has a firm grip on my willpower. That cheap 3 Scotsmen whiskey at Midmar Liquors has an attraction I can't resist.

Apart from the health, social and family damage the drinking does to me, it's actually an expense I'm embarrassed to be burdening my already very tight financial resources with.

Basically, I dunno what to do but I know I've got to do something before this disgusting poison does irreparable damage in some way or another that I will seriously regret.

But enough about that!

Dinner tonight was a simple pile of toasted tuna mayo sandwiches, the tuna mayo mixed with garlic, fresh tomato, feta cheese, salt, pepper and mild chili sauce. Quick and easy and went down a treat. Being the lazy slob I have been today the dishes have not been washed, the kitchen is a mess, but I promise to clean it in the morning when my mojo returns after a good nights sleep.

The one thing I did do today was take the Tammy to her Saturday swimming lesson. She is getting better very quickly, Im sure she will be swimming on her own any day now, if she can just get over getting freaked out by water in her eyes so she can take those silly goggles off. She loves the pool and she looks forward to lessons excitedly all week, and today the swimming teacher pointed out that Tammy is learning the boundaries of going in the water based

Waffles and stuff...

Did anybody check the lunar eclipse on Wednesday night? I did. Well sort of, I was well into a bottle of whiskey by the time I realised it was happening, first time I've seen something like that and it was pretty cool! I tried taking photo's most of which were quite blurry, despite using a tripod. I then filmed it for a while, which was a slightly better picture, though in my state it was rather all over the place. The camera can be very sensitive when zoomed in that close, and more so when the camera man is ridiculously clumsy! The picture shown here is the best I got!

I kinda caught it as the shadow of the earth was already moving off the moon, quite a surreal sight to behold! Fortunately I had a clear sky too, Cape Town was cloudy and miserable the rest of the day and soon after old cheese-face cleared the clouds rolled back in again and continued throwing copious volumes of rain on us. The rain lately in CT has been awesome actually! I really do love the rain, the heavier the better, and throw in the odd violent electric storm with booming thunder and massive erratic cracks of lightning then I'm happy. I love big storms, a proper electric storm is awesome. The only time I didn't enjoy an electric storm was a few years back in London, when a huge bolt of lightning struck the communal TV aerial above the flat next door so hard that their roof caved in, and half of my electrical appliances were fried, including my microwave, PC (which Dell repaired as it was under warranty!) and a few smaller things. Fortunately my TV was OK, it had it's own set of bunny-ears on top of the set. The rest of the block of flats who were hooked up to the communal aerial had their TVs fried and blown to shit irreparably. The guy downstairs had just purchased a big flat screen the week before, I heard him crying himself to sleep for weeks afterwards! Anyway, after that I invested in surge-protector plugs!

I do miss the big storms up north of SA in the bushveld during summer! We had a few up in Botswana over Christmas last year! It's awesome how they suddenly appear in the sweltering heat of the afternoon, drop massive amounts of water on the world with a big noisy fuss, then disappear just as quickly leaving the world refreshed and alive, albeit uncomfortably muggy from the humidity of the evaporating rain!

Man I love Botswana, I've been there twice recently. It's the most awesome place! I am seriously in love with the African bush, the wilder the better. My soul is out there somewhere at one with wild Africa, you won't see me more content in my element than when I'm in the bush. Even just staying around Gaborone last year I was constantly disappearing for hours on end on foot into the bush with binoculars and my camera. The birdlife is just incredible!Yes I am still a bird nerd, when a good birdwatching opportunity presents itself!

My waffle with butter, cream cheese, cheese & syrup!

The ladies having a waffle feast!

So anyway, today was once again my turn to supply munchies for our weekly Friday office tea. Being my usual attention-seeking over the top extravaganza I decided against the norm of getting the usual selection of sweets, cakes and savouries from the local supermarket - I rocked up with a waffle iron, waffle dough which I made at home last night, and delicious composition of waffle toppings, ie. ice-cream, butter, syrup, caramel sauce, chocolate chips, peanut butter, cream cheese, grated cheddar cheese, etc. The cheeses were by far the most popular, surprisingly as this crowd of gannets normally gobble up the sweet stuff in copious volumes while the savouries are never finished. My colleagues usually look forward to my Friday tea parties long before Friday because I really do put on the best spread every time, as you may have seen from some of my previous blogs, but this time I outdid myself, I'll vainly admit, they all loved my waffles and stuffed themselves to the brim! Whereas some people in the group, one individual in particular, is the first to be at the tea table stuffing their gob, has the most to say about everything especially what they don't like to eat, yet is the one who supplies the most boring meagre stuff, usually some sort of bread based things like a croissant each, that's it! Anyway, it's not a competition, not openly anyway, because if it were I'd be the winner every time! Nobody packs lunch on the days it's my turn to do tea! Bwaaaa ha ha ha ha ha... {evil laugh!}

Chef at work, in the office!

Yesterday was that pubic holiday here in SA, Youth Day (see my previous blog to see what I think of Youth Day). Of course Julius Poes-face Malema had plenty of his usual racist bullshit to spew forth to his multitudes of idiotic brainwashed just-as-racist followers, again blabbing on about nationalising the mines and confiscating land from the whites with no compensation, etc. Funny thing that happened, Orlando staium packed out to the rafters with thousands of blacks waiting eagerly for president Zuma to pitch up and give a much anticipated talk. By the time he finally arrived 3 hours late most people had already gone home! Brilliant! Again the people see just how much their government really cares about them, and yet they will still vote blindly for these corrupt idiots in every election! All in the name of the "struggle"! But let them be, you get what you vote for! Fortunately we still have the DA in Cape Town, the difference to the way the rest of the ANC led 3rd world country is run is greatly visible.

But honestly I gave little thought to the meaning of the holiday, I enjoyed a relaxing day at home with my family, and got some much needed chores done, like fix the upstairs security gate lock, replaced the back door lock, fit a new outside light in the back yard, fixed the front gate lock, propped up the jacuzzi cover, cleaned up and re-built my dying PC, cut my hair and beard, and hacked of my toenails which were becoming a serious health hazard to anything my talons got near, including myself!

Well I need to get back to work for the last 2 hours of this staggered week. Then it's the weeeeeeeeeeekend baaaaaby!!!!

Another canned lunch

Lunch today was a tin of Heinz chicken, a little tuna can sized tin of shredded chicken breast, this one in a sweet chili sauce. Predictably I loaded it on toast (the last of that 2 week old loaf which supported yesterdays spaghetti bolog-dogfood) with a smear of mayo. Honestly, these little Heinz chicken things are really tasty. A little on the expensive side at around R12 a tin, compared to R8 average for tuna. The other one I like is a lemon mayo flavoured job. The sweet chili one is a tad on the oily side, and loaded with the mayo I know I've cursed myself to an excruciating bout of stomach-disintegrating indigestion in about an hours time, the usual punishment for the crap I put in my system sometimes!

But far more interesting than that was my dinner last night - pork chops crumbed with lemon juice, garlic and a mix of herbs & spices, served on a bed of fresh fluffy mash with a garlicky pepper sauce, and brussel sprouts steamed and lightly fried in olive oil and brown sugar. Liezel's chop was un-crumbed. She doesn't like crumbed chops forever, just because I overcooked them into pork rocks once upon a time! Well I enjoyed last night's meal to bursting point. I had two big juicy chops with a nice thick crispy cooked strip of fat on one, swimming in sauce. I very guiltily do so enjoy a good bit of pork fat now and then {runs ducks & hides from the incoming "heart-attack" lectures)

Unfortunately I didn't bother photographing either, so this article is a bit colourless! Use your imagination!

So... tomorrow is yet another public holiday in this country. Youth day apparently (like who cares, it's a day off work!). Apparently youth day commemorates the death of a few black youngsters killed in a riot by some racist Afrikaaners way back in 1976, the year I was born, and I'm 35 years very old. That's a long fucken time ago, and apartheid ended 17 years ago! GET OVER YOURSELVES ANC & YOUR BRAINWASHED COMRADES!!! These okes are still constantly harping on the past, creating hell for all of us through persistent racial segregation and violent racially motivated crime! Thousands of whites have been deliberately brutally murdered of forced out of SA since then in the name of the "struggle" and racial hatred but we have to just shut up and take it and get back to work so we can pay taxes to support the 90% sector of the population who don't pay tax, who are too stupid, useless or lazy to get off their butts and learn something so they can fend for themselves and make their own living! And of course fund our useless corrupt BLACK government in all their dishonest and luxurious lifestyles!

What gets me even more is the fact that Ascension day, a long time traditional Christian holiday in this country and the world over, was excluded by the black government! Surely that has more meaning than one particular riot gone bad in a long unpleasant history of many unpleasant events in this country!

I'm sorry, but I feel fuckall for the meaning of tomorrows public holiday, but I'm sure as hell going to enjoy it!

BTW, I'm not essentially a racist, I am just sick and tired on the attitude of the majority of the people of this country, particularly the aggressive and open racism by the blacks in SA, fuelled unnecessarily by complete morons like Julius Malema, against white people who are not otherwise concerned with racism as much as getting on and making the best of life with their families and enjoying their self-made successes! If the poorer and older blacks got over the heavy old (blame apartheid and all whites for all our problems) chips on their shoulders we'd all get on a shit load better!

That was a good rant! Have a good Youth Day tomorrow South Africa!

Fathers Day Morning Ring

This morning yours truly attended the Fathers Day Morning Ring at Tammy's school, a once-a-year event where us dads come to school and watch the kids in action in class for the first half hour of the day until 08h30. (Yes the mom's also had their turn when it was Mothers day.)

Just started and already she's looking for dadddy

The whole thing was very sweet, nice to see the kids in their environment, albeit unnatural for them as their big burly old dads were milling around clumsily like giants in a dwarf sanctuary. Everything is midget size in there, the little classroom chair I sat on surprisingly didn't collapse into a mangled heap under my hefty arse!

Before class officially started the kids were excitedly showing the dads what they can do with all their puzzles and activities, all neatly laid out on the foot high tables by teacher Judy and aunty Gloria. Tammy was no exception, I had to make a geostack puzzle with her, draw faces and stuff, and help her arrange the furniture in one corner of the room into a kind of kraal to keep us safe from monsters.

Tammy like the town Princess parked in the middle

Then teacher called the kids all into a big circle on the mat where they basically sang songs about bible stories and animals and other kids tunes for about half an hour. The kids all took their places and participated excitedly in the animated sing songs, cheerfully showing off for their proud daddies... all except one... my Tamsyn!!!

My adorable daughter simply did not conform to the norm and do what the other kids did! She kept ducking the teaching assistant Gloria to get to me to give me a hug, she barely sang along, and did the opposite movements to the rest of the class. She parked herself in the middle of the circle like the star of the show, like it is her rightful place to be, then went and ploncked herself on the teachers lap and promptly re-arranged teachers notes and class register. In her own way she was a little chaos! All the while the rest of the class carried on uninterrupted!

Off she goes, dodging aunty Gloria again

But the teachers were not at all bothered, apparently it's her normal free-spirited behaviour! They are used to it, and if it is a problem they certainly didn't give it away!

I think it's great that she is independant, does her own thing in her own way, but I didn't realise she was quite this persistent in going against the flow, and I'm a bit concerned about her behaviour to be quite honest!

I love my child and every thing about her, there is no more awesome kid who ever lived and I'm honoured to be the luckiest dad in the world. But I fear she may become a bit of a handful as she grows up if she continues to do her own thing with no regard to playing as a team or following expected protocols!

Re-arranging teacher Judy's paperwork.

One thing I'm sure of is she is going to grow up into a proud, intelligent, confident, free-thinker, and she is going to be a great success in life, she will be a leader and the best at whatever she does! As long as we can keep her in check in the meantime, once we figure out how to do that!

I'm so proud of my beautiful girl, my heart swells to bursting point with love and the happiness she brings into my otherwise monotonous life!

Delicious spaghetti bolognaise in a can, true story!

You guessed it, lunch today was a cheap R8 can of Koo spaghetti bolognaise, and it was surprisingly enjoyable, it actually had quite a nice flavour! Yes I know it doesn't contain real meat, rather some soya mutation, and it's full of artificial preservatives, anti-oxidants, colourants, and other life-threatening man made chemicals that are probably dissolving whats left of my pickled guts as I write this. You need to understand that I'm on a tight budget lately and I need to keep lunch-at-work costs down, so I buy this crap every now and then, and this crap actually tasted quite nice, on a bed of 2 week old toast (it's fine, it's been in the fridge) with a dollop of mayo on top! Usually these meals in a tin are quite gross, even for me, and believe me I'm quite brave when it comes to food, I'm not a squeamish pussy like the rest of you, I'll eat just about anything and in pretty impressive portion sizes too, in fact the bigger the better! Except brinjal (or eggplant, or whatever you call that revolting troll turd, I don't care, I won't touch it).

Anyway, my belly is full and I'm uncomfortably stuffed like a Christmas turkey!

But now comes the part where I start feeling guilty about my weight and my health, because since I last composed a decent blog I have admittedly gotten lazy and unhealthy and embarrassingly a few kilo's heavier! Which is sad really since last year and for a couple of weeks a few months ago I was doing so well with the health drive! I think my gym has forgotten I exist, I think I've forgotten where the gym is!

"But hey, keep scoffing down cheap cans of poisonous artificial food substitutes and see where that gets you, you fat lazy, scruffy, unshaven bag of pickled lard; shameful embarrassment to the gloriously handsome specimen you once were!" says my conscience, the red one with the pitchfork on my left shoulder that talkssss in parsssseltongue. The other one on my right shoulder, the sweet sexy one with the halo and wings disappeared a while ago, I think I sat on her one drunken Friday night!

Moral of the story... once again in my confused existence I think it's time to:

1. Start eating healthier again: smaller portions, more rabbit food, less carrion, and a good balance!
2. Hit the gym again, especially squash, if I can just avoid crashing through the floor boards!
3. Try cut back on the drinking sessions! I still have the problem that once I start my mission is to get plastered (as some of you who're on Facebook on Friday nights will know!), but if I can just cut back the frequency of those sessions will be a good start!
4. Smoke less! I'd actually love to quit outright, I just don't have the willpower or backing for it right now! But, drinking less will mean smoking less. If, and it's a big if - the time comes that I actually manage to give up the bottle, I know that giving up smoking will be easy! Hopefully that will happen, I know I'll be happier for it!
5. Get some vitamin supplements.
6. Get out into nature more, like hiking! That would be great fun actually, I get excited at the thought. Problem is I'm normally too hungover on weekends to consider it!
7. Most importantly - have more sex! It would be nice if my wife could ablige this one, it would be to her own benefit too!

So you see, I'm setting myself quite the challenge here which, while it's quite easy banging out the words on the keyboard with fuzzy imaginations of how it could be to be fit, healthy and reasonably attractive again, with my lack of willpower in this dull monotonous existence I've railroaded myself into it's not going to be easy motivating my sorry (and rather large) ass into motion to veer off these downward spiralling tracks of self destruction and back up towards a more comfortable life and potentially a prolonged existence! Problem is getting this all kick started, and sticking to it!

Well, it works in theory.!

What I need is motivation, if you're reading this... any support will be much appreciated! Maybe there are clubs or groups or places out there for people like me! (Just don't anybody fucking suggest AA, that's a load of fake bullshit and I'll swear at you!)

All this from a can of dog-food-like spaghetti bolognaise that tasted slightly better than stale shit for a change!

I had loads of other more interesting stuff to talk about and here I'm feeling all useless and sorry for myself again! How embarassing! Realistically, the list above is not going to just happen, much as I'd really love it to, it's just not because those things (eating, smoking, drinking) are pleasures in my life these days; besides my wife and child everything else is truly just a monotonous drag, the lack of money to do anything enjoyable besides drink is like a soundproof cage!! Maybe I'll try one point at a time, but certainly not all at once! Except the sex, that's just got to happen more often, that's task no. 1, and it's free, sometimes (depending on how much shit I'm in!)

The next blog will be more up-tempo and happy, and it will be soon! Promise!

Remember me...

I think it's about time to get back into writing my blog again, I've been quite lazy for a while, sorry folks! But right now I'm at work and about to get shat on for doing this while I should be working on space plans. So You'll have to wait until a bit later for a juicy story, probably involving some food again!

Later...