Archive for November, 2012

it’s been a while since I’ve done any random waffling and warbling in these pages and I thought it was about time I changed that.

Christmas is rapidly approaching and as usual I am woefully unprepared, Mrs BC is impossible to buy for that only guidelines I have are that kitchenware is out for some reason, things that smell nice are out, clothing is out, jewellery is out. That doesn’t leave me with a whole bunch of choices, never mind that fact that all of our friends will also turn to me for guidance as they too are fully aware that she’s impossible. I’ve even tried the hugely unsubtle, “what do you want for Christmas dearest, sweetcheeks?” the response was the very helpful “A present”.

The boys should be easy but are proving equally frustrating, they have so many toys and the youngest at 16 months is clueless about christmas, I have no doubt he’ll enjoy ripping up paper and playing with boxes but as yet he has no concept of sharing or ownership, basically he see’s the world with everything being his. The Monkey on the other hand just wants everything, his obsession with Scooby Doo is still showing no sign of abating and whilst I can think of worse things, I mean he could be obsessed by a purple dinosaur or the teletubbies, there are only so many Scooby Doo related accessories and toys one very small house can hold.

It is now only three weeks until I finish paid employment for the forseeable future and I’m beginning to panic about how I’m going to entertain the boys day in and day out, I know I’ll never be fully prepared it’s just one of those things I’m going to have to practice and work on. My only starting point is that there will be no daytime television. Thankfully they are both great readers and I have at least a couple of art projects in the back of my head to get us started.

It’s all very daunting and exciting though.

My other news for the week is that the sweet little disease ridden darlings have been kind enough to bless Mrs Bunny Chow and I with colds. I’m not a fan waking up feeling like I’m still a smoker (I haven’t been for years) or that I’ve been inhaling pure pollen through my nose through the night, seriously I’ve spent the day leaking from every upper orifice whilst hawking up crunchy stuff from my lungs, I mean surely that can’t be good.

I know winter has arrived (Canadian readers I know you’re tough) but I don’t approve of having to scrape ice off of my car in the mornings or the fact that there is still frost on the ground at lunchtime. I’m from Africa though, I can deal with cold as long as it’s safe for T Shirts and shorts to be worn by the middle of the day, in fact I don’t like anything below about 20C (70ish F). I’ve lived on Mud Island for fifteen years by the end of this year and I still struggle with winter. I mean seriously is global warming such a bad idea, can I afford a V8?

Ok that’s enough whining from me.

I hope you have a great weekend

TTFN

Mr Bunny Chow

Darth Vader Santa Says I find your lack of cheer disturbing

Sometimes getting into the holiday spirit can be as tough squeezing into a pair of 10-year-old jeans. Though, by saying that, I’m not suggesting that a generous amount of Vaseline and a heavy-duty pair of pliers applied to your zipper area is going to help get you with “the most wonderful time of the year.”

Whatever the reason, the holidays can be rough for some. Bills, stress, illness, heartbreak, tragedy or an accident involving a large pair of pliers; all these things don’t care what time of year it is.

But there is a threshold you cross when you’re a parent. A point when the holidays are no longer for you. They’re now for your kids, for family.

Downtrodden parents then have to decorate their faces with the most convincing smiles they can summon for others. Hopefully, if they keep at it long enough, their cheeks will find a lightness in a festive moment and float up into a smile that doesn’t need the internal duct tape that keeps up appearances.

If you’re headed into a rough holiday season, with an emotional stocking pre-loaded with personal coal, just keep smiling. If you think Darth Vader Santa would find your lack of cheer disturbing, you know you’re really being a holiday turd. And he can choke you with the Force, so make it a good smile.

As the title suggests, I’ve stolen this post wholesale from the hilarious http://www.howtobeadad.com/ they’re very funny guys and as in this case speak much truth.

I’ve been a Grinch for years but my kids deserve more from me.

Have a great weekend and

TTFN

Mr Bunny Chow

I disappeared there for a while, I am truly sorry about that but I will be back properly soon but I think it’s about time I gave an explanation or two as to where I’ve been.

Are you ready for it?

Are you holding your breath?

Are you excited?

Ready?

Wait for it!!!!

Wait for it!!!!

Bugger I’ve got you all worked up now and the honest truth is I don’t have much of an excuse short of work pressures and a blown up laptop which I could have gotten round by just getting off my fat lazy arse and using the desktop PC that lives on the other side of the room. I have also been very bad about reading and commenting on many of the blogs that in the past I’ve been very good about spending time interacting with, sorry.

I haven’t abandoned photography though, I’ve still been taking pictures almost every day but again plead the above when it comes to editing and sharing.

I do have some news though, I’ve decided to retire, like soon, like at the end of the year.

Well I call it retiring, Mrs Bunny Chow tells me that I will be something called a house husband or her cook, clean and junior bottle washer (she’ll always be the chief) which amounts to much the same thing in my book.

It’s a decision I’ve been putting off making for sometime as because as much as I like to pretend that I am a modern metro-sexual man the reality is I’m rather boorish and scared of being trapped in a small home with two little people who will look to me for entertainment once I have banned daytime television as I don’t want them to grow up as Croydon oiks looking to loot and pillage for entertainment as they age.

Still economics have forced my hand and I’ve had to suck up my ego and accept that Mrs BC is smarter and wiser (read earns more) than me and as such it is my duty to voluntarily remove myself from the world of the gainfully employed and insert myself fully functioning as some sort of domestic god/children’s entertainer and educator. In theory once the boys are older and the costs of childcare reduce I will be able to re-insert myself back into the world of the employed. I have certainly discussed the possibility or reemployment in the future with my current employer and he was at least mildly enthusiastic if understandably unwilling to make a guaranteed commitment.

Well there you have it.

I don’t promise to improve the frequency of my posts in the coming month but normal service will hopefully resume once I have settled myself into a routine of art projects, duplo and visits to places that dads go, MacDonald’s shamefully sprang to mind ahead of the library and park, thankfully I don’t like MacDonald’s.

TTFN

Mr Bunny Chow