Tap Out

Thanks mostly to the History Channel's show Human Weapon, I have started watching MMA. For the uninitiated MMA stands for Mixed Martial Arts. I grew up watching boxing with my dad in the big days of Mike Tyson so boxing is nothing new but Ultimate Fighting Challenge is crazy. (or is it Champion? Who knows)

The flying kicks and jujitsu are fun to watch. While I will not likely ever punch, kick, or arm bar anyone I have a challenge for any of those MMA guys. Go countless rounds with my 4 month old. Each night I think it will be the night that I am going to have energy to do something productive after he is put to bed. Each night I am beat into being a dribbling idiot by a baby.

He is relentless! Just when you think you are doing well he starts screaming. By the time I get him to give up the awake game I have nothing left to offer. I am barely able to type this series of sentences out. I may reply to an email or check some of my RSS feeds but basically I am out. I tried writing the lunch money check tonight and had to use a calculator to do some subtraction. I wrote the date in the amount and almost started writing October on the, what do you call that line where you write out the numbers in words? I sometimes have to look up how to thirteen or is it nineteen? Oh, its nineteen. This always makes me think of that robot dancing guy on Star Search that danced to the song Nineteen by Paul Hardcastle. Na Na Na Nineteen.
Wow, I will check woot.com and go to bed.

Not even Survivorman would be able to focus after a few rounds with this baby. I can't wait until he is a teenager and I can wake him up in the morning so he can watch me drink coffee. My son that is, not Survivorman. That would be uncomfortable for both of us I am sure of it.