Yo...what it is?

The boss bought an egg timer the other day. By ‘the boss’ I mean my wife. It’s a term of endearment. She’s not really my boss. I wear the pants in this relationship. But only cos she says I have to.

I don’t get it really. Like when we’re going over to a friends for a barbie or something. She tells me I have to put clothes on. But my definition of friends is people you feel comfortable around. How much more comfortable can you get than wearing your underwear to a barbie on a hot summers afternoon. Sheesh!

Anyways I digress. The egg timer is to time the boy as he sits in the naughty corner. We’re adopting the super nanny’s naughty corner in the event of any unasseptable behaviour. It seems to be working. I think his day care must do it.

We took the egg timer out the first time and sat him down to explain the concept. “Right, now every time you’re naughty you have to sit in the naughty corner for three minutes.” The moment we finished saying it, he took himself into the kitchen and sat in the corner. I was dumbfounded. He wasn’t even being naughty at the time. And he sat there the whole three minutes. Stupid piece of shit egg timer doesn’t actually work but we just guesstimate the three minutes.

Usually he is a little angel. Really. I could not hope for a better child, but his poppy has been here for the past week and I think he got a little too spoilt. I can’t hold it against my dad. It’s the grandparents right to spoil them rotten then hand em back to us. But now we’re dealing with the aftermath.

It was great having dad here for the week. He is a different man since the birth of his grandson. More relaxed. I don’t know if it is because of the birth of his grandson, or if it is a coincidence. I can’t even pinpoint exactly how he is different, but it’s in a good way. It’s actually why I haven’t blogged. I don’t really think he needs to be exposed to this. He is still a little old fashioned. Particularly with respect to swearing and drug use. Not that I take drugs anymore. I gave those up when the boy was born. I don’t think I could handle even having a smoke now.

I used to have trouble communicating when I was stoned. I couldn’t speak to people or look them in the eye. It got to the point where I was paranoid even when I wasn’t stoned. Well at least I think I was paranoid. You be the judge.

I had three close friends. One who was my best mate since the first day I moved to Newcastle when I was eight. The other I met years later as he was running the pool hall my best mate and I frequented. The third was my brother. I have no doubt that my best mate liked me. I have no doubt that my brother liked me too. Although since our decision to move to Central Queensland he and my mother have been hate mongering on us. They don’t even want to be a part of their nephew/grandsons life.

Anyways, the other guy who ran the pool hall just one day stopped hanging out with us. Both my brother and I lived with mum at the time, and our place was the drop in for the other two. We hung out and played Playstation and ping-pong pretty much all the time. Oh and of course we smoked drugs. Well my best mate didn’t but he was still happy to hang. After a few months the other guy started to come back around. He had moved into his own house. He started inviting my brother and my best mate around to hang with him. It was easier to smoke drugs when you didn’t have to sneak em by mum. I have never been invited to that guys place. So you do the math. Four green smokers sitting on the wall. If one green smoker should accidently fall. There’ll be three green smokers…

Anyways now I understand that all three of them still hang out and I am quite sure that the hate mongering has extended to them. The only time my best mate has tried to contact me was to send me a message to tell me I was gay. We go back to Newcastle this November to see my wife’s brother married. Naturally the question came up whether or not I would go and see the boys while I am there. I am not sure I want to. I think my biggest concern will be that I will find myself doing exactly the same thing that I was doing four or five years ago and I will realise that none of these guys have evolved… grown up.

I like to think I have grown up. At least for the most part. I still play the Playstation. In fact last time I blogged I was playing GTA IV. I have since got Guitar Hero III. I love it. I didn’t think any game would beat GTA. Guitar Hero is choice. You really feel like you’re playing the guitar. My fingers are absolutely killing me. And it looks like they’re bringing out a drum kit equivalent. I used to play the drums. Not well. But I played them nonetheless.