Friday Night Date Night – Married Style

Picture it with me if you will; nine-hundred and fifty square feet if it is an inch, of condo. Three bedrooms, two baths. Children: A grown ass man-teen, an emo tween daughter and the connoisseur of co-sleeping, little princess. Throw in two adults and you can see that my wife and I value our private time. So we have a newly established ritual.

Friday afternoon, sometime around four PM, we lose little-man to either the X-Box or to his friend Ira and most weeks there is Girl Scouts, so Emo-girl goes to scouts (after complaining about it for an hour, and then later referring to her friends there as her BFF’s). So this gives Amanda, Little Princess and I about one and one-half hour to find something to do. A few weeks ago, we realized, the gym (24 Hour Fitness on Wigwam) takes children in care until 8:00 PM. Perfect, and thus Date Night Friday Night Gym night was born. Perfect, almost. Generally her majesty only gives us about thirty to forty minutes to work out, so we have become super efficient.

Last night was a little different. Somehow and in a plot similar to the Manchurian Candidate, Emo-girl recently conned talked Mimi and Mark into taking her and brother to Circus Circus. How she pulled it off, nobody will ever know. Mimi and Mark are my mother and father-in-law, so even though sometimes I would gladly let Emo-girl go with a stranger, they were in good hands. So now we had a whole night to the three of us, which means by little princess count, we were one heavy. But I digress…

So to the gym we went! If you have never worked out with someone, you should try; also, if that other person is a significant other (brother, mother, Jesus or wife for example), it is amazing. We keep it real by only going to the gym together once or twice a week – and we really only work out together on Friday night. Again we value or solitude and this allows us to still be alone, together. We got in a great lower body workout, and little princess was still OK in day care, so Amanda threw down some additional cardio while I kicked it in the dry sauna. Yep, 120 degrees outside my condo is something to bitch about, but 120 degrees in a five by five wooden room with sweaty fat men? A reward.

After the gym, sweaty gross and starving; I mean I could literally eat the ass end of a cow at this point, we thought about our dinner options…

<Interlude> Tara Costa from the Biggest Loser posted on FB the other day, “You cannot train through poor nutrition”. That hit me like bricks. I have been cheating nutritionally and I am able to compensate in the gym. This is another blog post coming some day, but it is relevant to what is about to happen, NOW


Co-Sleeper, Joy Division fan and angry baby turned one 5/17

Co-Sleeper, Joy Division fan and angry baby turned one 5/17

… And decided that we would go to Island Sushi for all you can eat sushi for $26.95. I mean, it was little princess birthday and all. Island Sushi is amazing, it is a little of the 808 in the 702. We have been going here for about eighteen months and they have always been so welcoming and good to us. The food is fantastic, the servers are nice and I recommend island to anyone looking for a great deal for AYCE Sushi in Vegas (how awesome would it be for an AYE sushi place to sponsor a blog whose main theme is weight-loss and triathlon. Awesome balls, and nudge nudge to Island Sushi – I am looking your way for a giveaway).

So that was Friday night Date night and little princess first birthday. I have had some mixed emotions about myself this week but have learned a lot. I can suffice it to say, Damn, it is hard to be 40 and still a man child finding himself. So much I want to do, so little will power right now to do it. But, like I said, I learned a lot about me, Amanda, my communication, my sense of humor and my desire this week. So, since I ate like a starving prisoner last night, I close with breakfast this morning Much love, mahalo for stopping by.

Scarmbled Egg with siracha, Toast (unbuttered) and freshly ground Peruvian blend coffee (thanks Bellina!)

Scrambled Egg with Siracha, Toast (un-buttered), four strawberries and freshly ground Peruvian blend coffee (thanks Bellina!)


Happy Birthday Baby Girl

I had a blog post all written up to celebrate TMIFriday, or my penis, or weightloss or some other randomness, but if you will indulge me…

Dear Ayden,

It has been a long time since I wrote to you.  First, let me just say, Happy Birthday princess.  You are one year old today and though that means nothing to you yet, it means that you survived.  Infant mortality rates ONLY go up from here, and what?  With all the damn co-sleeping you insist on, and knowing your in-home brother and sister, well, this is nothing short of a miracle.

 Back on 2010 when I met your mom, my whole world was turned upside down.  I didn’t know that the deep seed in the back of my head that was you would come to be.  I barely was able to kiss your mom without her intervention on our first date.  Your mom rocks my world, then and now (when you let me have any time with her, that is.  You are a jealous baby).

 I thought that if I met the right woman, I’d be OK with having a baby.  I wasn’t going out and trying to make you, but if the worlds aligned, I wasn’t going to bitch too much.  Well, we found out on a quiet night in September of 2011 that you would be joining us.  Your mom told me she already knew because of a tarot reading, but this was empirical proof you were going to be in our life.

 At the time we called you Gummy, because that is what you looked like, an effing gummy bear.  The whole time in the early stages, I was whispering on the wind that I hoped you were a girl.  I prayed, and hoped you would be my little girl.  Mommy wanted a boy, and did everything she could to thwart daddy’s attempt at wishing you into a girl.  The good news is, that the Goddess likes daddy more and I remember when the sonogram technician said, “there is the hamburger parts, and it’s a girl”.  I have no idea to this day what that means, but I got and still get a tear in my eye when I think of that moment.  So perfect, it was as if all my dreams were coming true.

 One thing you don’t know about your mom is that she is the perfect baby incubator; I am now calling her the Iron Womb.  We had an uneventful pregnancy and even the doctor, Dr. Garg. Was surprised at how you just kind of shot out of mommy.  Your aunt Amy was there, and that was probably the last time you saw her, but after the doctor, I was the first to get to hold you.  Before mommy, before the nurse, before anyone else, I got to hold my little girl.  Ten toes, ten fingers and you opened your eyes and looked at me for the briefest of seconds with all that gross womb shit stuck to you.  Gross.

 The year has flow by baby.  It has been 20 months since you changed me forever.  I will be an “old father” and that is my only regret.  But I will be there for you princess, every day in every way you need me.  It is the same promise I have made to your older brothers and sister, even though they need me less and less these days as they get older.  But you, I’ve got you for at least a few years all to me, and I am going to take them and love the shit out of you.

 Happy birthday princess,

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