Becoming Your Father, Hating Your Job and Other Random Thoughts

So I was reflecting on the fact that the quickest way to turn into your parents, is to have children. My father, who is a good man, is not the man I wanted to turn out to be. We are just different people. Without getting into too much that would result in me having to pay any readers money for being on the couch, my father likes to be very organized. Its his thing. So the other day, while trying to figure out what to do for dinner, and peering into the fridge, I caught myself thinking, I wonder how I can organize the fridge better. I mentioned this to Da Baby Mommy, and instead of making fun of like I anticipated she would do, she said that would be a good idea.

I have not done anything yet.

On a more serious note. I hate my job right now. Just about everything involved with it. So I started submitting resumes. The first three went to firms in NYC. All to placement firms. I got a call back on one, within 10 minutes of submitting the resume. Then I got another call back the next morning. 2 out of 3 aint bad. But these are headhunter type people. Everybody they come across is perfect for every job they have ever seen. Their commission is perfect too.

My mom while we were in LA noted the following: That my son has a very similar butt to me. She put a little differently, something along the lines of you both have the same butt. This got me thinking about the fact that my mother has seen three generations of the males in my family's butts. Just kinda weird. Oh and creepy too.

As a follow up to the recent post about little Shaan rolling over - he is now completely rolling over both ways. I saw him roll from one end of a blanket to another. Kind of made me wish that in terms of human evolution, it would haeve been fucking hilarious if we had stopped evolving at the point when we were just rolling, and had to roll everywhere. Awkward but kind of funny.