So Steph and I started watching this show Dead like me. The other day I was telling this guy I work with (Chris) about the show…the conversation went something like this.

Porkfry: Have you ever watched the show “Dead like me”?
Chris: Dead like you?
Porkfry: No Dead like me.
Chris: Right…Dead like you.
Porkfry: No Not Dead like You dead like me…here you say it “Dead like me”
Chris: Dead like chris
Porkfry: No Not Dead like Chris Dead like me
Chris: Dead like Greg.
Porkfry: Not Dead like you or dead like me…dead like me!
Chris: Dead like us?
Porkfry: Yes…dead like us….Its a good show…you should watch it
Chris: So I look for “Dead like us” on netflix?
Porkfry:…Yes…

Sometimes talking to everyone is like talking to my cats…

A couple weeks ago I had blood taken so I could find out what I’m alergic to. I guess they don’t have to do that thing where they poke your back up anymore. I was talking to my Doctor about it and she was telling me that its actually more expensive to do the back poke one because its like 20 to 25 bucks per poke in the back where as if they just check your blood it is the cost of a blood draw. So if your doctor says you have to do that poke in the back alergy test tell him or her that you’re not going to be a part of their “Income for Torture” plan!

So yeah, I got back the results yesterday…I’m alergic to Pork.

How fucking Ironic is that?! Well not just Pork but also Beef and some Dairy…All of which I like.

On the “Being a Dad” side of the coin things have been pretty much ok. Nothing too crazy or whatever to report. Ivy pretty much does her thing which isn’t all that much, I just try to make her stop crying when she’s flipping out.

Are any of you going to PAX?

So yeah, the dad thing is still goin pretty good. I’m back to work and Steph is kicking it at home with Ivy.

Ivy still dosnt’ do a whole lot. She gets pissed off sometimes and there’s not a whole lot I can do to make her stop being pissed off. Right after she was born I was able to calm her down, but now it seems that my powers are wearing off. I’m working on not getting frustrated I mean she has no Fing clue what’s going on and there is this other person (me) who’s constantly wrapping her up in a blanket, unwrapping her, patting her on the back, walking around with her, saying stuff that she dosn’t understand…giving her a binky…taking said binky away…yeah I suppose now that I put it in that light it’d piss me off to if some jerkass was doing all that shit to me while I was pissed off.

Anyway, so she started smiling. This was a trip. I mean I don’t know when that stuff is supposed to start happening but she did the other day and I keep trying to get her to smile and it just pisses her off and then we’re back to the crying…yeah you see how it all goes.

She’s been sleeping a good amount. From what I hear that’s pretty much what they do. Fortunately for steph and I she’s been sleeping (more often than not) between 6 - 8 hours a night. I like it when she’s asleep, see that part I’ve got down. I just leave her the hell alone and she keeps sleeping, however there are the occational “check if Ivy is still breathing” tests that I’ll do every 10 minutes or so (translate: Poke the sleeping baby in the side or lift up one of her arms and let it drop).