Advertising Works...At Pissing Me Off

I hope my child doesn't have to grow up in a world where the following conversation happens:

Individual 1: So what are you doing for the superbowl?
Individual 2: I don't know, I don't really care about football, I am just watching it for the commercials.
Individual 1: Yeah me too.

Please people... this has to stop. It is so bad that on Yahoo's main page, there is a link for those fucked up individuals that want to watch the commercials again. I don't really need to watch the Chevy/Ford/Toyota commercial about how much payload the particular truck can tow and get to 70 mph in 4.185643 seconds. Let alone watch it again. Thankfully I don't need to compensate by buying a large truck/SUV(yeah I'm talking to you Hummer owners.) Those people that work in the industries that need that kind of towing power, probably already own a big truck. The thing is, I am sure that there is some douche bag out there thinking they have to have whichever truck they saw in the last commercial. These companies wouldn't do it otherwise.

The wife and I had a false alarm yesterday, approximately 4 hours before the start of the superbowl. We thought her water might have broken and we casually made our way to the hospital. After the initial stages of panic wore off, we slowly took showers, grabbed all overnight bags and cameras and made our way to the hospital. The doctors told us the cervix was intact. Yippee. The little guy gets to hang out in the womb for a little longer. That could only be a good thing. Although it was a bit of a let down and we both felt drained at the end of the experience. Also we realized that we had no names for the child. We started bartering on the car ride over. She was willing to concede the first name I wanted if she got to choose the middle name. We were certainly in panic mode about the name. Didn't seem to be all too concerned about the actual labor and having a child part, but the name was driving us crazy.

One of the stranger things at the hospital was that the nurse and one of the residents both had connections to California. Specifically southern California. I proudly display my UC Santa Barbara sweatshirt as often as I can, and the young doctor had attended UC Berkeley. He had some friends in the LA area and we got to talking. At which point the nurse jumps in and lets us know that she went to school at Cal State San Bernadino. Now this may not seem like a big deal, but lately, I haven't been feeling as comfortable in my new (year and half old) location. But I'm working on it. But the pisser is that today it is -2 degrees. Negative!! Aside from the fact that this is the first time I have ever been in negative Fahrenheit temperature, it is 85 degrees in Los Angeles. So my wife and I decided after returning from the hospital, that February would be a good time to visit the family in LA every year. We could tell the kid its for his birthday every year, but we'll know its really for us.

Lastly, I was gassy last night. My wife claimed that this is worst gas of mine she has ever smelled. She beautifully analogized my farts last night, as being the Superbowl of farts. She said that she could identify what I had eaten. And that folks is how you keep the magic alive in a relationship.

Next Time: What to do when when you think your water breaks but its just water that has spilled over from doing the dishes.