Welcome home to God’s country
December 8, 2009
I thought I’d post a couple pics from back home, so you folks can see what you’re missing. Keep in mind that I love the cold weather. My wife likes it. The kids love it. We get all the kids, their spouses, and children together for dinner twice a week. Everyone brings a dish.
Here’s my average day, while at home. I’ll use Thursday, because it keeps me busy until late, due to Thursday being warfighting night.
I sleep in til 0730. Take the kids to school. Walk my 6 year old daughter in to her class, cause she likes to show me off! I then take my 4 yr old son, Noah over to my Dad’s house and have coffee and breakfast with him and my brother Eric (pictured above with his 128lb doe – after she was gutted… bastard. Mine was only 120). Around 1015 hrs, I take Noah to the house, where he gets the pleasure of riding the school bus to his afternoon Pre-K. I have lunch and some down time with my wife through the afternoon. Around 1445 hrs, we drive over and pick the kids up. (I use this time to scare the bejeezes out of my 15 year old’s “boyfriend”)
We go home and do homework, play and sometimes go ice skating, and have dinner with 2 sisters, 3 brothers, mother, Dad and mom – plus all of their kids!!! Then everyone leaves and the kids go to bed. The wife finishes the laundry, and I meet 3 of my brothers at my brother Joey’s house – he has a super-sweet 48″ Sony LCD TV – upon which we murder each other at Modern Warfare 2, while sipping cold adult beverages!
I go home, ask the wife to turn off the tv, iPhone, and laptop which she seems perfectly comfortable using… all at the same moment. I make lazy gestures toward wanting some lovin and she accepts. What a woman! And what a great way to spend a day. I just need to find a way to become independently wealthy so I don’t have to interrupt my life by working!
joe buzz :
Date: December 8, 2009
Cool, some good eats and times there! Where did your bro get that sweet sweatshirt?
notamobster :
Date: December 8, 2009
“Social Hazard – I will not conform to the pattern of the world”
find it here:
http://cgi.ebay.com/SOCIAL-HAZARD-KERUSSO-HOODIE-BLACK-XXL-LONG-SLEEVE_W0QQitemZ360030686109QQcmdZViewItemQQptZLH_DefaultDomain_0?hash=item53d3804b9d
MadBrad :
Date: December 8, 2009
Nice one. It sounds like that song “Louisiana Saturday Night” except for the taking the kids to school part. That youn’un looks like a hard charger.
You Brother kind of has an Olie Anderson thing going on there.
notamobster :
Date: December 8, 2009
yeah, he sounds like him too! Only difference is my brother doesn’t have any body fat… dickhead got the lean muscle genes from our ma…. I got the viking heritage from my Dad.
(read… more to love) – He got lean muscle, I got raw power and a bigger johnson! HAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEE!!!
notamobster :
Date: December 8, 2009
As for the boy… he’s definitely a hard-charger. Always been massive for his age… born 2 feet tall at 10 lbs 8 oz (12.5 lbs the day after he was born), he’s as big as his 6 year old sister, now. 50 lbs 44 inches tall. Poor kid… when he was a year old – everyone thought he was 3 and wondered why we were carrying him around.
He gets into everything and likes to escape. I had an alarm w/ a secondary audio only alarm on all doors and windows until he turned 4. We had to install slide locks on the top of all our doors and lock my tools in the garage, cuz he likes taking doors off the hinges and desmantling furniture.
I hvae 6 kids and he is the hardest headed child I have ever seen.
No amount of spankings, talking to, taking away stuff, standing in the corners, or anything else can convince him to do anything he doesn’t want to do. He’s loving and respectful (yes/no sir/ma’am) until that switch flips in his head… then it’s I’m doing this and you’re not gonna stop me attitude until he decides to stop.
I try not complain too much, because it will serve him well in life to be his own man and do his own thing, but it has the wife at her wits end sometimes. If I spank him… he refuses to cry until I leave the room and if I catch him crying, he folds his arms and says “hmff” and stops.
Anyway, sorry to get on a roll there – you get me talking about the babies and I can go for weeks!
MadBrad :
Date: December 8, 2009
Well DAMN, you’ve got PLENTY to talk about with SIX of them.
That’s some good stuff right there. Six young’uns running around huh? I ain’t got any but I always wanted them. It seems that everybody I know who has a big dick has a lot of kids running around. Hmmm. There must be something to that. It sure helps explain why I don’t have any because the Lord knows I deserved to be forever joined at the hip (where the wallet is) to one of the many lovely, psychotic women I have known in my day. Now maybe you know part of the reason I’m mad.
I must definitely talk to the Boss about an Authors Bio page. It helps thicken the gumbo. Everybody knows what’s in it. Of course Uncle Sugar can only read what is written and I’m not giving him anything he can use or don’t already know. Then again, I’m not exactly hiding either. They might as well know who’s dishing it out without a reasonable doubt.
Gotta get back to work producing some Hump Day content.
Wait a minute… you wanted to know the story behind R.D. Walker. You don’t know where in the mix of talent he falls. He’s got a new Grandaughter but also has a four year old Son…
The R.D. part of his name is “Real Dick” with the last name “Walker”. That’s a polite way of saying that the man has a legitimate third leg. He’s actually a Tri-Pod. I give him shit because I was Infantry and he was Cavalry, but that’s the only way he could serve in the Army. He had to ride Helicopters into battle because a Parachute Harness would have caused him serious damage and there wasn’t enough medical tape at the Battalion Aid Station to tape that thing to his torso above the waist line for every jump. Also, in one of those fancy flight suits with all the zippers he could sit at his doorgunner position and expose himself to the enemy as they were broadcasting Psyops messages. He saved a lot of lives with that 3rd leg and went on to produce more.