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This is going to be a GREAT weekend.

And if you didn't comment on my last post, then you are NOT allowed to know why.

Take THAT!

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Classic Accountability

Their are rules of fatherhood that I plan on holding myself to: I will never make fun of my daughters, I will search for opportunities for adventure, and I will hold my kids accountable to the CLASSICS to name a few.  Which classics, you ask?  Let me give you a taste:  Kraft Macaroni and Cheese,  Big Wheels, Saturday morning cartoons, Saturday morning chores, chicken nuggets, bed-time stories, Kick the Can, piano lessons, summer road trips, and riding bikes.  HOWEVER, there is one that nearly takes the Classic Accountability Cake . . . . .

NINTENDO 64!

I LOVE the Nintendo 64!  I played it religiously when I was younger (specifically MarioKart, DK, and Zelda).  When I got home from my mission I inquired about the 64 . . . and it was GONE!  It was kiboshed by my father.  This changed me.  I felt abused.  So just after I got married I did what any sensible "abused" person would do . . . go on Ebay and BUY ANOTHER ONE!  A GREEN ONE!  (You should have seen Meg's face.  THAT was classic!)

Anywho, sadly with life's craziness and my severe lack of games, it just sat and collected dust . . . UNTIL LAST WEEK.  That's right, the Nintendo 64 has made its triumphant return when friend Bethany and her brother brought over a slew of games.  They included:

MarioKart 64.  Oh the joy that is this game.  I pretty much kick some major trash.  There are sides of me that come out during this game that very few have seen, but would do anything to witness.

 

There is still a fire in our eyes when my sister, Cheryl, and I talk about this game.  She STILL is the only one to consecutively beat me on this one.

 

 

This is Zelda.  Secretly, I have beat this game numerous times, but just kept going.  This one is a keeper!

 

 

 

 

And GoldenEye 64!  Don't tell me you don't remember Natalia.  The anxiety that this games breeds is nearly lethal, but you can never step away.  Your sight is on that Golden Gun and you will continue at ALL ODDS to get it.  Oh yeah, and the knife throwing is cool!

And OF COURSE the Donkey Kong listed above.  (I am trying to teach Megs how to love this game.  She is putting up a bit of a fight, but she'll give in once she sees the babe and I kickin' some major monkey trash!)

We are SO excited, but worry sometimes that we have what it takes to be good parents, BUT with our adherence to the classics, I believe us to be one step ahead.

Pleasantly Distracted

School has been busy, work has been getting crazy, the internship is new, the apartment is staying clean, errands are being run, people at school are doing stupid/weird/crazy things, random stories are in the making, we have stayed and played with family and friends, and generally we have stayed busy. 

And non of it really seems to matter right now.

Why? . . . because of THIS:

But for good measure I am also including this picture:

This is Megs watching a racoon, that's right, a coon eating catfood with its little hands at best friend Steve's house.

Little Lady update

Little Lady update

(aka, the new baby blog has a new post.)

Once you have sent us your email, we will send you and invite.  Click on the link and follow the directions.  Don't worry if you don't have a Gmail account (though I would recommend one, they're GREAT!).  It should still work with the email that you send us.

Our newest addition!

BLOG addition that is.  Okay, stay with me on this one.

We are more than excited to have our little lady and share with our family/friends all of her happenings, but many people now a days have decided that once they have kids that they need to go private with their blog as to keep all creepy people at bay.  Y'all, I am a little selfish and think to myself, "Self, we can't do this thing!"  SO, here's my response/solution.

We have created a NEW BABY BLOG!  This blog will be all things baby; baby pictures, baby stories, baby suggestions, and confessionals that I have NO idea what I am doing when it comes to this sweet little lady. 

SO. . .

greganfamily.blogspot.com will remain just as it is; a blog dedicated to the life of Megs and me.  This will be a public blog that I (and Megs, remember?) write/post pictures about the craziness that are our lives and perceptions.  Have you ever seen Everybody Loves Raymond? (one of our favorite shows).  In that show, Raymond explains how their show is about THEIR MARRIAGE and the children will occasionally step in and out.   I Got You Babe will continue to be about Megs and I and our little lady will step in and out.  We are THRILLED to have this little girl be a HUGE part of our lives, but will keep the details to the blog below.

greganfamily2.blogspot.com will be our SECRET (if you will) family/baby/picture blog.  THE CATCH!, this blog will be private.  IF you would like to see pictures of our sweet little lady, hear about her antics, generally stay in the baby "know", KNOW US WELL and WE KNOW YOU WELL, leave a comment or email me with your email address. 

She is ALMOST HERE!

THANKS! 

Mgmt Core - Section 1

This semester at school all of my classes were added by envelope, which means I have all five classes with the same people, same hour of the day, even same class room all day long.  Aka, Management Core Section 1.

This is nice and all, but can become a little monotonous.  Each day I sit in the same seat, next to the same people, same time of day . . . so on and so on.  I know this is how real work is, but you always expect something different from school.

Anywho, with so much the same I try all I can to either keep me occupied to interested.  The other day brought on these two events.

#1 - The Laptop case vs. The Man bag/purse

Every class has its crazy.  Our sits on the front row and makes awkward comments about most things.  I found myself getting really annoyed with him easily.  He just kinda got under my skin.  SO, I made a plan to find something each day about him that will help me laugh rather than complain.  The other day was THIS:

  This is Stan's (I will name him Stan for good-will maintenance sake) bag.  He bring it everyday with his regulars: books, laptop, snacks that have LOUD wrappers, a powdered drink mix that he makes DURING CLASS, and his NAIL CLIPPERS (pet peeve #, well what-ever number is HIGH UP THERE; clipping finger/toenails in public and letting your clippings just FLY ANYWHERE THEY PLEASE!)  Stan is convinced that this is a ethnic laptop bag, but I beg to differ.  Stan wears a MAN BAG and this makes me laugh.

#2 - OB Egg Drop.

My Organizational Behavior professor is smile-a-mile Bingham.  He has HR written all over him.  Last week we did a team building exercise in which we had ten minute to construct a contraption out of straws and tape that would protect an egg from a twenty foot drop.

This is ours.  It looked cool.  We named it  . . . well we didn't name it, but if we would have I would have named it The Eggmeister 3000.

 

 

 

We lost.  On the stinkin' first drop.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, yeah and my new Marketing Intership desk at ESG.  On top of school, work, and new baby I do market research and strategy for ESG.  AND they allow me to do it for FREE!

 

 

 

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I just realized that this is not a cohesive post, but I have invested too much time into it to erase or modify it.  I am sorry.  Just accept me for who I am.

Perfectly lowkey

Last night, Megs and I had one of the most perfectly lowkey kinda nights.

Honestly, since about mid-November, Megs and I have had something almost EVERY weekend, most of which takes us up north.  We have enjoyed eventful weekends and seeing family/friends, but have craved a little quality, one-on-one time (Insert the obvious 'you'll never get another alone night again after this baby' comment HERE).  Last night . . . we got it!

After work we sat down and made a quick plan . . . and stuck to it!  This is how is all played out:

Step #1

Wingers!   We love ourselves a little Wingers, especially the STICKY FINGERS WRAP!  Megs and I always get the regular: shared Sticky Fingers Wrap (they're huge), salads with ranch, and SOMETIME an Asphalt Pie.  Oh, and waters.  PERFECTION!

Step #2

Talking.  Being married to your best friend seriously rocks!  We can talk all night long.

Step #3

Laugh. Joke. Laugh some more. Silence. Laughter.

Step #4

List making.  There is just somethin' to it that makes BOTH of us happy people.  We love the lists.

Step #5

Buy BABY MATTRESS.  It is getting so close.  We also walked down the isles to see what else we may need.  We stocked up on BP's (ladies you know what I'm talkin about) and made fun of the baby seat that transforms into a porta potty and toddler potty seat.  These people will do almost ANYTHING for a buck.

Step# 6

Serious talk that ends in laughter.

Step #7

Home Depot to buy new under the bed boards.  Our's are dinky and make creaking sounds.  This represents crossing another thing off our TO-DO list.  This makes us happy, VERY happy!  Beside, our cockeyed Quazi worker made that outing even that much better.  His name was Randy.

Step#8

Wash sheets/pillow cases.  I used to do this weekly, but without our own washer/dryer is only happens . . . well less than that.  Who doesn't like climbing into new, smell good sheets?

Step #9

Convert our couch and ottoman into a large living room bed.  I promised Megs that I would indulge her by watching a chosen few of her Chick-Flicks and this made it bearable.  We watched Notting Hill . . . not that bad gentlemen, not that bad.

 

Step #10

Fall asleep knowing you don't have to get up early!

PERFECTLY LOWKEY!

Retro

Today, I got an idea.  An idea to "theme" the blog.  My theme of choice . . . Retro.

I even made a new header:

I thought it was fun.  You know, a chance to live up to "our song."

We conversed.

Me: "Megs, are you ready for something new?  Something new to the blog?"

Meg: "What? . . . That depends."

Me: "Now keep your mind open to fun and exciting new things."

Meg: " . . .    . . .   . . .  okay?"

(Show her laptop)

Meg: " . . .     . . .    . . .    . . .   . . ."

Me: "Fun, right?"

Meg: " . . .    . . .   . . .    . . ."

Me:  "It's retro.  It's fun.  It represents us."

Meg: "Is that supposed to be Sonny and Cher?  Did you post that?"

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I came up with a new "theme"

Indulgent

As if you didn't already know, MY WIFE IS HAVING A BABY! . . . in four and one half weeks!  (Well, MAYBE in as little as a week and a half . . . just sayin')

Anyway, Megs has had quite a few of the pregnancy norms: her back hurts, her tummy got big (but just a little), and her hair grows like a weed, a very pretty weed.  She has even gone through her phases of foods she has liked and foods that she just can't stand, BUT what she really hasn't done is have RANDOM LATE NIGHT CRAVINGS.  She will talk about foods that sound good at night, but then her logic steps in and she always says, "No, I don't need that."  Even though I am completely dead to the world when I sleep/get tired, I was kinda looking forward to this aspect.  It's endearing, you know.

UNTIL LAST NIGHT!  For a good few hours last night Megs was wanting her a doughnut.  AND, not just ANY doughnut.  THIS DOUGHNUT:

Double chocolate CAKE DOUGHNUTS!  You know, just like the ones that you get at the gas station.   I also love these doughnuts.  They remind me of my paper route in junior high when my mom would pick me up at about 5:45am when I finished and take me to the Chevron to get one. 

Well, we indulged and we GOT EM!  Last night at about 11:45, we drove ourselves to the 7-11, filled up on gas (hopefully this doesn't diminish the Late Night Craving tradition by making it a logical outing), and bought two doughnuts from (I'm not racist, just pointing out the facts) a man from India that sounded just like Apu from The Simpson's.  We even got TWO FOR ONE!  Then we drove home and chased them down with glasses of milk. 

This was a good night.  The baby can now OFFICIALLY COME ON OUT!

p.s. I am sitting in a commons area at school DIRECTLY next to an engaged couple that are speaking face-to-face, literally 8 inches from each other.  I almost vomited during this writing of this post.