Mini-Mas
The newest of my herd! She's very handsome!!! The giant Santa candle baffles me a bit because, who sets Santa on fire without a bit of nervousness. He will be re-gifted because I can't deal with the karma induced guilt, and just looking at him waiting to burn freaks me out a bit.
I managed a fuck load of shots today at our company party. More for the video, which is already streching into the 3 minute mark before any family shots and more importantly.... the Soilder Boy video. I informed my sister to tell said nephew to get his ass ready to practice, there will be no fucking around. Soldier Boys don't play, we are strictly business.
I have some gifts from Mr. Morgan, because I am not above throwing myself to the floor and begging, stomping, or otherwise being a pain in the ass for a present. I flop faster than a caught fish when told no about getting a present early. Those with children have seen this behavior. I am the master of fit throwing, thus how I can gauge a reasonable fit from a bullshit fit, and have called it as I see it in the past while the parent simply called it bullshit on either level. There are times that a fit is completely called for, I will defend the child if I see it. Most times, the parent is right, but every so often, that kid is well warranted to freak the fuck out. I'm the one in the corner with my lips pursed and a finger up saying "ya know...... kid has a point...."
Short of electricity and poison, it's good to let kids fuck up and learn. One good mistake and they won't do it again. See there, I'm not so bad. No one fear me guarding your kids, my sister can testify that my nephew as a toddler wanted into everything hazardous, and while I watched from the background with a tilted head, hoping he'd learn the word NO, I never let the child die, or eat dish detergent, of which he really wanted.
We agreed no gifts, yet in they come. Yes. I feel like the asshole who didn't know, in case you were wondering as I got him nothing and have been bartering for presents to fill his giant stocking. I've done well actually.
In closure, I won the bet with the Grandmaster today over how long our company lunch would run and wore my winning dollar in the rim of my hat like a pole dancer who had been tipped. It was a proud moment. Not sure, but likely after the holiday for my next entry. I could get bored though... just stay tuned and comment often.
To Pogo... what the fuck was that comment? Lyrics to something? Let me in on the secret, miss you and hope you got your present by now.
-DM
I managed a fuck load of shots today at our company party. More for the video, which is already streching into the 3 minute mark before any family shots and more importantly.... the Soilder Boy video. I informed my sister to tell said nephew to get his ass ready to practice, there will be no fucking around. Soldier Boys don't play, we are strictly business.I have some gifts from Mr. Morgan, because I am not above throwing myself to the floor and begging, stomping, or otherwise being a pain in the ass for a present. I flop faster than a caught fish when told no about getting a present early. Those with children have seen this behavior. I am the master of fit throwing, thus how I can gauge a reasonable fit from a bullshit fit, and have called it as I see it in the past while the parent simply called it bullshit on either level. There are times that a fit is completely called for, I will defend the child if I see it. Most times, the parent is right, but every so often, that kid is well warranted to freak the fuck out. I'm the one in the corner with my lips pursed and a finger up saying "ya know...... kid has a point...."
Short of electricity and poison, it's good to let kids fuck up and learn. One good mistake and they won't do it again. See there, I'm not so bad. No one fear me guarding your kids, my sister can testify that my nephew as a toddler wanted into everything hazardous, and while I watched from the background with a tilted head, hoping he'd learn the word NO, I never let the child die, or eat dish detergent, of which he really wanted.
We agreed no gifts, yet in they come. Yes. I feel like the asshole who didn't know, in case you were wondering as I got him nothing and have been bartering for presents to fill his giant stocking. I've done well actually.
In closure, I won the bet with the Grandmaster today over how long our company lunch would run and wore my winning dollar in the rim of my hat like a pole dancer who had been tipped. It was a proud moment. Not sure, but likely after the holiday for my next entry. I could get bored though... just stay tuned and comment often.
To Pogo... what the fuck was that comment? Lyrics to something? Let me in on the secret, miss you and hope you got your present by now.
-DM
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
7:38 PM
5 Comments:
Hiya Sav-
YES, YES got your package yesterday!! You're ever so thoughtful. I guar-an-flipping-tee you all of us will be wearing our hats to Grandma's house tomorrow. Thanks so much, you rock!!
Yes, those are lyrics to my favorite Christmas song. Sung by Josh Groban and also in the Polar Express. Have to run to finish up some shopping but wanted to drop in quick to say thanks. Talk to you real soon.
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Pretty cheesy video, but what the heck, it's Christmas.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GibGOkCu-RA
I forgot the most important part of your gift Pogo... it's sitting here glaring at me and calling me a forgetful asshole. I'll shoot it to you next week, sorry it will be late. Don't let the kids into it first though. Lol everytime I've given a gift disclaimer this year I get the strangest looks, as though I'm mailing porn. Suffice, it's just not items children should have, or in BLD's case, not something I wanted opened in front of her mom, my boss. I tend to have that sort of luck.
But she knows not what became of the dollar.....I do. bwahahahahahahaha
Merry Christmas!
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