Basically there are two types of comments that come out of my mouth; those that are normal, rational and well thought out and those that are not. I call my ration thoughts and conversations Sparrows...small, unobtrusive and, for the most part, unnoticed. Then there are the random babblings that come spewing out of my mouth, not because of some clinical diagnosis or complete disregard for sanity, but, simply put, I am a freak. These thoughts and actions I call Pigeons...ugly nasty birds that's sole purpose in life is for people to throw rocks at them when they eat the dog food out of the dog dish outside.
My life is pretty normal. I am married to my sweetheart that I have known for 15+ years (we were little kids in Sunday school together) and we have a baby that is now almost 6 months old. First let me say that once you get married - time flies by...but that speed is nothing compared to the speed that time passes when you have a baby...It seriously feels like we just brought him home from the hospital yesterday. I could hold him in my arms - so small that he could curl up and my wife could carry him in her purse! Now, the little wriggle worm is beginning roll around and is days away from sitting up unassisted and crawling around all over the house making nothing safe or sacred...He has decided, like most children, that anything new must be put in his suck hole, and suck he does. That kid sucks on everything and is no longer content with just breast milk. Anytime we eat anything in front of him he will whine and cry till we give him a taste, then, like it or not, he will continue to moan and scream till you pack his mouth full of whatever he tasted.
My favorite expedition on this vein was one night when my wife and I chose to try Indian food. We had received a bottle of Tekka Massalla for a wedding present and had been trying to find time to try it...well, we did and with a little chicken that stuff is amazing! one of the best dishes I have had for a very long time...and I cook... a TON...but that is a different day, different blog entirely. While we were eating and enjoying ourselves, he started moaning and bobbing in his bumbo chair until I gave him a taste of the Massalla...He LOVED it, absolutely LOVED it and would cry unless his mouth had some of the sauce and rice in it. Well, I spooned it in as long as he would take it, thinking how strange it was that my 5 month old (happened about a month ago) and his 26 year old dad were trying Indian food for the first time on the same day :)
The results were awesome that night. He was quiet, he was full and he got to try something completely new and interesting. The results the next day were not so awesome...well...they were...just in an "oh dear heaven" kind of way. I ate the massalla and it was great - it agreed with my stomach, no problems. He, though...his little belly not so suited so such spice and so much of it, had a gut EXPLOSION in his diaper, and explosion is minimizing the situation. The kid pooped his brains out. It filled his diaper and his bumbo and left his body with such force that it jumped half way up the kids back! his onzie was FILLED with poop smelling strongly of Tekka Massalla! poor kid couldn't handle the curry.
See, that is a normal sparrow of a conversation.
Now, a pigeon is a much different beast completely...it is the thing that compels me to ask things like "how will this affect my standing among nations" as a reply to my wife's question of what movie we want to watch that night. Those are the things that I have been saying as they pop into my head...you see I normally keep them to myself since no one wants to hear about the crazy crap that goes on in my head, but sometimes...just to screw with people, I will let one out and let people wonder about my sanity...keep them on their toes.
So I hope that this entry serves to show what kind of maniac blog you are following. I hope that these journal type entries will keep well for posterity - written paper journals are so Passe ;)
