I'm Back

Wow, it has been awhile since I put an episode up. Working 12 hour days and deciding to get back in shape at the same time is not conducive to blogging (who knew?). Anyway, part of the reason is that I went to New York again, this time to spend some time with my daughter. Here are the notes.

In the last Top 7, I mentioned that my parent’s house only has the option for hot water. Well, that’s been fixed. They put a handle on the cold water spout, so you can have cold water. Unfortunately, for some reason, you now get brown water coming out. It was so brown that even my 2 year old was able to notice.

In other things in my parent’s house that need to be fixed, my daughter was confused as to why our front door wouldn’t close. Being that she’s borderline OCD, she needed to have this door shut, but couldn’t do it. She was getting very frustrated. I don’t think she’s ever seen a door that doesn’t shut. I guess this is the next project my parent’s will take on the week before my kid comes to town (I’m convinced this is the only reason they’re making any improvements to the house).

So on Saturday, we went to Belmont with my dad (he was lobbying hard for the track and I didn’t have the heart to tell him no). Of course my luck intercedes, and the first race I’m at, a horse literally collapses 10 yards after the finish line. You immediately know this horse will not be alive an hour from now and you’re just hoping the jockey’s ok. Convinced I traumatized my daughter for life, we leave right after this (But not before we got to see the horse ambulance crash into the people ambulance. You have to laugh at that. People even cheered when this happened.). As soon as we exit (and I mean as soon as we exit) she starts asking where the horses went. She then proceeds to continuously tell me that, “Horsey fall down.” Being that she was two, I was able to convince her that the horse just had a “boo-boo” like the one she had on her knee and that it was all fixed with a “giant horsey band-aid”. Nothing like outright lying to your children.

In the “I Never Thought I Would See the Day This Happened” department, at 9:25 EST on Friday, May 23rd, I listened to Three 6 Mafia with my dad for the first time. It was during Tarver’s fight intro in “Rocky Balboa.” For the record, their chorus went something along the lines of “Bust a motherfucker” or “Bust his ass in the head”. A true Triple Six song if there was one. There was no visible reaction from my dad. (Now I have Three 6 in my head: “I come from a city where they love to hate, ‘specially on the Triple 6…” Gotta go. Someone's testing my gangta)