Happy Birthday Lola...

This was one of my grandmother's favourite songs...



I miss her more than words can explain...I love her so much. She passed over 10 years ago, but I think of her often. She gave me the gift of music...man I miss her and wish she could see what I've become and what I've accomplished. I feel her love and I know there are parts of me through which she lives, but I wish I could just talk to her one more time...and tell her how much I love and miss her. Happy Birthday Lola, your children and grandchildren miss you so much.

*sigh*....when I became a parent, I knew I was going to have to sacrifice a lot of things in my life. I've pretty much sacrificed and given up a lot of my hobbies and pastimes. I even put aside 1 of the very few things I'm passionate about: Music. One thing, however, I never dreamed or tought of compromising was basketball...of all the things I wanted to keep doing after my son was born, running ball was probably at the top of my list. Now, with my son going through some sleep issues it seems that even THAT will have to be sacrificed to a certain extent. To say that I'm not happy about it is an understatement...basketball was the one thing I wanted to keep as my saving grace, my "break", my getaway from parenthood and all the things that come with the territory. As I stare at the clock and watch time tick while I wait for my son to sleep...I keep saying to myself: "fuck man, go to sleep so I can run some fucking ball."

I don't get it...it never used to be a problem for him to crash at night.

I miss you Lola...

Don't know why, but i started thinkin' about my Grandmother who passed away a while back. Really wish she was around to meet my wife & son...I'm a strong believer that her genes are the reason why I love music and why our family is musically inclined.

i miss you Lola...rest, I'll see you soon enough and we'll play the piano together again.

Raptors stink...

Raptors are terrible...that's all for today...

Family Values

Been a while since I've posted anything...quite frankly, it's tough keeping a blog updated and it doesn't really do much for me LOL. A lot has happened since my last post. Most notably:

This past weekend I was at my cousins baby shower...I was eating and just talking to some of my family when I saw my 4 year old nephew swinging a stick like a light sabre. He was just outside of a doorway so I couldn't see everything that was going on..I walked over to ask him to be careful and when I got there, an older and bigger kid was backed up into a corner holding a coat hanger saying "Don't hit me, don't hit me!" While my nephew is going completely JEDI on him...all in good fun LMAO. So I tell him to stop, he might hurt someone...later on, one of my older nephews walks up to me and says "Uncle Al, you know what happened? They were playing rough and took J****'s coat hanger away so C***** (my niece) gave him the stick and said "use THIS J****!" I started laughing so hard but was so proud of what my niece did and how these kids stick together...moral of the story: DON'T MESS WITH FAMILY! LOL

I lost my job in July and after 4 months of collecting EI and struggling, I finally found a job that's 15 minutes away from home. Not as much pay as I'd like, but right now the position doesn't have TOO much responsibility and I save a lot on gas and travel time. It's a good opportunity for me, don't know if that's true or if I'm just being positive LOL It'll be enough to pay the mortgage and that's good for now...better than unemployment and struggling.

Manny Pacquiao destroyed Miguel Cotto and is now considered 1 of the GREATEST boxers of all time...in my opinion he IS the Greatest Boxer of All Time, not that I'm biased or anything. This win is huge because the motherland got hit with a really bad Typhoon during Manny's training. There was a huge outpour of support and a lot of the boxing games biggest promoters forked out huge cash to help the P.I. recover...doubt they would've done that if Manny were from a country other than the Philippines. His victory also gave the P.I. something positive, Filipinos were united in cheering our guy on. Full of pride because a Filipino repped our heritage and epitomized the fighting spirit of our culture...but alas, a few weeks after the fight is done there are reports of murder, corruption, kidnapping and crime...Filipinos killing Filipinos.

Other than that, I released a few mixes at the podcast site: http://uptownmixes.mypodcast.com Can't wait to start working again...once the cash flow gets back to a manageable state and everything is stable, my next 2 major purchases will be a T.V. and Serato. Not sure which one first...tough choice. Should really start messing with the production software I've had for oh so long....just too lazy to learn it LOL.

My son is growing so fast, I love him to death...that has been the absolute best thing about having no work the past 4 months, the extra time to spend with him.

I'm honestly getting bored of blogging right now...no wonder I don't do this often...sitting here saying to myself, I'm back at work in 2 hours. Why the hell am I wasting my time on something most people wouldn't care about? LOL...hungry...later...

For my wife on her birthday (Sept. 4th), I love you honey...



I never knew such a day could come
And I never knew such a love
Could be inside of one

And I never knew what my life was for
But now that you're here I know for sure

I never knew till I looked in your eyes
I was incomplete till the day you walked into my life
And I never knew that my heart could feel
So precious and pure
One love so real

Can I just see you every morning when
I open my eyes
Can I just feel your heart beating beside me
Every night
Can we just feel this way together
Till the end of all time
Can I just spend my life with you

Now baby the days and the weeks
And the years will roll by
But nothing will change the love inside
Of you and I

And baby I'll never find any words
That could explain
Just how much my heart my life
My soul you've changed

Can you run to these open arms
When no one else understands
Can we tell God and the whole world
I'm your woman, and you're my man
Can't you just feel how much I love you
With one touch of my hand
Can I just spend my life with you

No touch has ever felt so wonderful
(You are incredible)
And a deeper love I've never known
(I'll never let you go)
I swear this love is true
(Now and forever to you)
(only for you)
To you
Can I just see you every morning when

I open my eyes
Can I just feel your heart beating beside me
Every night
Can we just feel this way together
Till the end of all time
Can I just spend my life with you
Can you run to these open arms

When no one else understands
Can we tell God and the whole world
You're my woman, and you're my man
Can't you just feel how much I love you
With one touch of my hand
Can I just spend my life with you

Can I just spend my life with you
Can I just spend my life with you
(Forever here with you)
Can I just spend my life with you
Can I just see you every morning when I
Open my eyes

Monday's are great...even for 18 month old babies.

Oh man...what a morning. So I take Logan out of his chair and noticed he had spilled his juice all over his shirt, shorts and high chair. I pick him up and start heading upstairs to change his clothes and he freaks the f**k out! Kicking his legs, arms/hands flying all over the place etc. He wouldn't let me put his shirt or shorts on and sat there freaking out...so I left him in our room, closed the door and just sat on the stairs for a couple minutes while he cried and threw his tantrum because I was losing it. It sounded like he calmed down a little so I go back in our room, go to put his shorts on and he starts freaking the f**k out again. So I pick him up and bring him downstairs (the whole time, for whatever reasons, he's going crazy while I'm holding him). So I "throw" him on the couch like I do our bed, thinking that'll make him laugh..but no. 4 Squares comes on, he calms down..I put on his shorts...then when I go to put his shirt on, he starts freaking out again. So I wrestle with him and said to him "too bad, you're putting on this shirt!" Get his shirt on, sit him on the floor in front of the TV so he can watch Diego. I get his sandals...as soon as I put on 1 sandal, he starts to complain and is about to lose it. I told him "that's enough" very sternly which I think was the wrong approach at the time because he started to cry. Put on his other sandal then he started throwing a fit while lying on the ground....I get up, becasue i just about had it. Go over to the kitchen and start cleaning up a little while he's sitting in front of the TV watching, but crying at the same time and looking over at me to see if I'm watching. And that's all in 15 minutes...

So I head to the door and say "come on Logan, let's go"....he comes over and throws himself on the floor in front of the door and starts crying. By this time I'm thinking to myself that I might as well get a knife and stab myself repeatedly. I say to him "what's wrong Logan?" and reach out my hands...he comes to me and asks me to pick him up. By this point he was crying so damn hard that while resting his head on my shoulder he was doing that 'breathing" thing kids do when they've cried so much they can't cry anymore...that funny/staggered breathing noise, first time i've ever seen him do that. So I just kept telling him "it's ok baby" when i don't even know what da f**k is wrong! I put him down so I can put on my shoes...he starts crying/complaining again!!!! Get my shoes on, pick him up go outside and he magically stops freaking out. Put him in his car seat with no problems....get over to Day Care, put him on the ground and he walked up the drive way right to the door. We get inside, he gives me a hug then climbs the stairs, goes to the play area then waves at me and says "bye". In my head, I'm thinking "what da fuck was the last 20 minutes all about?" I tell them about his fit and they said that sometimes when they're like that, it's best to leave them and have their fit.

Man, if this is any indication of the temper this kid's gonna have...I'm in for a real fun time during his teen years.