Monday, April 6, 2009

Day 554 - Poll Results & New Poll


Last week, I was wondering whether or not you would mind if I skipped an entry or two here and there.  Out of a record-breaking 25 votes, thirty-six percent of you thought I should post every day, but you wouldn't hold it against me if I was a little late (Unlike the way I feel about my mistress being late.).  And then there was a tie between posting on time every day and skipping a few days.  Most likely because of my tendency to keep things up (insert any Viagra joke here), I'll probably still try to post every day, but not worry about it if my entries are a few days late.  But the thing that is the real issue is how the hell can twenty-five votes be record-breaking?  Sure it's record-breaking for this blog, but how pathetic is that?  It's like the time in 6th grade when I told my mom a girl finally told me she liked me, but it was actually a parrot named Rhonda.  Talk about pathetic...

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Emma and Andrew are much more active now and love their trips outside these prison walls we call home.  It has gotten to the point where the mere mention of the word "out" elicits screams of joy.  The kids even scream for joy when Lisa tells me to "Get the hell out."  

Since the kids' social skills are developing and their curiosity is increasing, we started to think about enrolling them in Gymboree.  There's a Gymboree literally two blocks away from our place so it would be a great place to go to during the weekends.  Just seeing the kids smile and laugh at the park this past weekend made me think what sort of father would I be if I didn't try to encourage this type of fun in their lives.  Lisa picked up an enrollment form at Gymboree and the cost for 12 weeks plus enrollment fee is $250 per kid or $500 for both.  I suddenly realized what kind of father I am:  a cheap one.

Five hundred dollars for two kids to play around on molded plastic for 45 minutes each week?  How about I toss the kids into our Pack and Play with a shelf full of Tupperware?  Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions, but doesn't $500 seem a little steep for a couple of 18 month year old kids to crawl on toys infested with baby spit, urine, and fecal matter?  What do you think?  Am I being a cheap bastard, or is it really worth $500 to send the kids to Gymboree?

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