I'm goin' off the deep end here, to wish everyone a Happy Christmas.

Adventures in Poetry

The glue sniffers and hookers the homos and he shes
I wake up in the morning wondering where is my tv
I go to my car in the dawns early light
I open the door and smile with delight
Climb in the seat and see the dome light is on
and you know it's a good day 'cause your battery's not gone
Charlton Heston will tell you have guns at the ready
But I needed no gun I had Mom and Aunt Betty
At night I'd return just to deal with the cops
The white car goes by and most often stops
Are you looking for drugs are you some kind of queer?
No, I'm just coming home because I live here
The Jews all scadoodled and left our commerce bare
Replaced by the Asians who made me the biggest guy there
From my abode in Pine Valley a better life I can't have
But I long for one day back on Kensington Ave

And so, with eighty three days left 'till Christmas we say so long to summer

Adventures in Manhattan

This is not a scam. Years of associating with characters, cartoon and otherwise, have finally paid off. Below is a legitimate invitation from the folks at Disney.

We figured we could parlay a trip to NYC with a visit to "The American Girl Store". This has been Bailey's life long dream for at least the last five minutes.

Day One

After transportation, lodging and The American Girl Disney paid for everything. The movie, the popcorn and soda and the bus ride from the theater to the Plaza Hotel. The legendary Grand "ever lovin'" Ballroom at the Plaza Hotel. Gourmet food, festivities, celebrities and all the wine you could drink. It's ok, I was on my best behaviour.

Day Two

Our Vacation v2008

The Video Postcard

Finally, a pet for Bailey

As you all know our side of the family is not known to cohabitate with the lessor species. My big sister did once get a dog for her son. I forget his name but he was a fine animal. He always remained faithful and loyal through thick and thin. For about ten minutes until he was evicted. Bailey has long been asking for a kitten or a puppy. In deference to the numerous gold fish and betas who have entered our lives through the front door and gone out through the soil pipe we wonder as most parents do. Will Bailey stay true to her promise and care for, clean up after and not lose interest in a puppy or a kitten? So, we decided to test her out. And what better animal for this task than cavia porcellus. The stout bodied, short eared, tailless domestic rodent, native to South America and often kept as a pet. An unfortunate animal who's common name is listed as a noun in Webster's meaning "a subject of research, experimentation, or testing". So without further eloquence I give you Angel the guinea pig.

The guinea pig formerly known as Princess. Also known as Ginger, Gina and Popcorn. Bailey Jean Zimmerman reserves the right to rename the guinea pig at any time without prior notice. We've had her for a few hours now so some name changes are to be expected. She comes with the "Petco" thirty day guarantee. So should the unspeakable happen in the next month I simply have to return the carcass to the store and she will be immediately replaced with another stout bodied, short eared, tailless domestic rodent, native to South America and often kept as a pet. Good luck Angel and God's speed. We're all pullin' for ya.

Hey, look, this shirt still fits me!!!

Tybee Island nineteen hundred and eighty eight. I can't wait 'till I'm old enough to tell the young folk what I was doin' back in aught seven.

The Father Daughter Dance

I thought our first annual Father Daughter dance would make for a fitting first post. Here we are, Bailey in her finest evening wear and I decked out in my blue blazer. We're off to St. Albert the Great ("St. Albert the not such a bad guy once ya get to know'm" as I call him) for a night of fine dining and dance. It was a grand affair held in the school's CafaGymaTorium. I had forgoten what it's like to be in a room with upwards of three hundred screaming Catholic school girls. They were all crowding the DJ stand when they annouced that Rita's water ice was being given out at the other end of the room. Three hundred girls screaming in unison charged across the room. Before they even made it to the water ice the DJ announced a Hanna Montana song. Three hundred girls in unison made an immedidate about face and went screaming back to the DJ. As the other fathers and I watched this spectical, looking sort'a like the crowd at Wimbleton, I naturally had a funny thought. While we were all glad to be there, let's face it. Three hundred screaming girls and we're missing the Flyers play off game. I imagined that they announced "cold beer is now being served" and three hundred screaming fathers went charging across the room for the keg. All in all it was a good time. I got a kick out of the dirty looks I got from some of the fellas when they were made by thier daughters to preform some of the dancing gymnastics that Bailey and I do. Nothing fancy mind you. Just your standard under the legs over the shoulder sort'a thing. But the guys with heavy set daughters really didn't appreciate our showmanship. In closing I'd just like to thank Unka Jim for letting me know about the migration to Blogspot and it's my fondest wish to allways keep in touch with my waycool extended familey.