CEC, potty training, and interview oopsies...

Well, #3 turned three on Friday, the twins (#4 and #5) turned one on Saturday. As tradition, the family goes to Chuck E. Cheese on the birthday. Friday night was wonderful, except I came home from work with a 103 temp. So... sitting in a booth, shivering, while my family celebrates #3's existence.... good times. I slept from 8:30 PM until 9:23 AM (a record for my insomniatic butt), then off the CEC for round 2. This time it was better... seeing your one year olds really "getting into" the characters and their surroundings. I swear they can't get cuter. This weekend was full of cleaning up messes. I love my three year old, but the dog has to sit outside when she wets on the floor... so out you should go. I just don't get how it makes her so happy to piss on herself. I mean, it can't be that great or we would all do it. And the crapping in your pants... I know she knows it smells.... I just don't get kids... thank God I have 5 of them.

Last note... this morning, I am part of an interview for a new sales guy. This guy just happens to have worked with one of my most trusted friends and former colleagues. I ask said friend for some inside knowledge. She gives me this - supposedly this sales guy has a unique dog and has been literally stopped on the streets to talk about the dog. So, trying to be funny and ease the interview tension, I tell sales guy, "So, anything you would like to tell me about your dog?" With tears in his eyes, he says, "well, she died about a month ago and we are still having some problems with it." - Isn't that just great...... Why do I suck so much?

Great kick in the crotch by life..... you win again, but I will be avenged.

Am I too friendly?

In the past 3 months, I have had more shots to the nuts about my behavior and attitude towards working people. Whenever at a restaurant, your local Target, bar, etc... I have been told that I am too nice and that (how did you put it, Tricky?) "way too happy to be waited on". I have tried and tried to figure out why that is. As I sat today, getting a haircut, I was making small talk with my barber/stylist (what do you call them now?). She is as interested in me as I am in listening to my aunt discuss her stomach "issues", but nonetheless, I put it on thicker. I couldn't care less about this chick, but here I am - trying to be funnier, trying to come up with funny quips, giving her my self-loathing routine (usually a killer). Nothing. So I have decided that there is only one thing to do.

Screw 'em.

Screw her for not acting interested in my kids and my pathetic life. Guess you don't want that tip do you, sweet cheeks? And for the rest of you... don't expect crap from me. Bring me my food and beverage. Don't make eye contact and don't expect anything from me in return. I am tired of trying to be liked by EVERYONE. So what if people don't like me. My closest friends like me just fine and the last time I checked, I didn't need some $10/hr bartender to be my friend either. Screw 'em. I guess I have hit the age where I am starting to just not care. It is about friggin' time too. I spent my whole life trying to get people to like me and working harder to make those who I thought didn't like me to like me. So, if you get the feeling that I am less friendlier to you...well, then I guess you got the message. I obviously know you don't care about me one bit, so frick off. You stupid sack.

Man, I feel better.... this bloggin' stuff works.

Where I be?

Well, taking out blogging time is killing me. I am not able to do it at work (although that is what I am doing currently), and the last month has been the most chaotic my personal life has been. We went on vacation, my whole family caught something from Disney World, and just as we got a clean bill of health on Monday, I am starting to get sick again. That, on top of my wife still in pain from surgery, our house has suffered only less than the dogs. So.. to my two readers (thanks for that funny line Skelty), I am sorry for not blogging more. I would like to get into DW talk, why the Cowboys broke my heart on Sunday, why cool crap happens to people like my buddy Wells, but never me, and life in general.... BUT, work is calling. Must start producing at the beginning of the year so the rest of the year is a breeze.

The initial voyage...

Well, here we go...
After a friend of mine decided to start blogging, I was encouraged to go ahead and let the world see just a little peek into the chasm that is my brain. First, a bit about me...

My name is JD. As the blog suggests, I live with a lot of women... 6 to be exact. 1 beautiful wife and 5 gorgeous daughters. My day is spent in the recruiting world, looking for superior IT talent. My free time (what little I do possess) are spent mostly at home, sprinkled with doses of quality time with my two closest friends - Skelty and Tricky. I mention these two because I believe I will spend many days blogging about the phenomenon that is the Crotch Kick Club. The three of us have the uncanny ability to bring bad luck into our lives at the drop of a hat. It never fails that, just when I think my life has gone south, Skelty will e-mail to let me know that his Christmas bonus will be spent on fixing the heater or Tricky will call to let me know his boss handed him a 5 hour project at 5:30 PM, to be done by 9 AM the next day, while his life at home is not ready to concede their time. Sure, it may seem like little things to you, the reader... but believe, me - it piles on.... day after day, it runs it course through our lives. Like acid in the stomach.... just churning and churning....

Luckily, we are all happily married with wonderful children, and we have a support group of friends that will laugh at you until you realize that they are little things.

So, welcome.... welcome to my brain... I am sure there will not be much to it, but it is mine and I am used to it. I like it here.