It was 20 years ago tonight that my wife elbowed me at 1:30 in the morning saying, “My water just broke. Get some sleep.” Get some sleep? Yeah, right. I called Pamela’s mom and told her to come over immediately (to watch a sleeping 3 year-old Sarah) and it wasn’t soon after that we were changed and in my silver Datsun 210 on the way to the hospital. It was cold as hell and my brakes were grinding to the metal. Pamela thought we would never make it to Hannemann Hospital. We did. At 8:11AM (2.7.90) Pamela gave birth to our second daughter, Jenna. Tomorrow afternoon we will have a house full of family and Jenna’s college friends and more Chinese food than you can shake a stick at. We will also be watching some Supernatural episodes (Jenna’s favorites, methinks) We will basically have our own ‘Supernatural Bowl’. Could be much better than the actual Super Bowl itself. (no Dean) Happy birthday, Jen. Mom and I love you and your sisters more than you will ever know. Have a ‘supernatural’ day, okay? Here’s a Supernatural gag reel that you may not have seen. See you tomorrow afternoon, kiddo.
I’m not sure how or exactly when it happened but I am obsessed with the TV show‘Supernatural’. If you like funky horror, blood, violence and humor this show is the perfect alchemy. I blame my daughters Sarah and Jenna for teasing me with owning all 4 of the full season DVD’s. Whenever one of them is watching an episode they know I will inevitably sit down and watch. Yeah, I am a sucka. If you’ve seen my Facebook you already know of my unbridled love for Dean (Jensen Ackles). As a happy and fully functional heterosexual male, I feel odd and a bit freakish telling you that. Yeah, I got a Dean ‘thang’ happening. By ‘thang’ I mean nothing whatsoever sexually although shock was probably your initial reaction. Hey, listen . . . I wouldn’t rub his back down with lavender oil or suck on his toes for a squillion dollars. Maybe 2. I just happen to think the man is quintessentially cool. And if there’s such a thing as reincarnation, please, Dear God, bring me back in his body. The man does things for a pair of blue jeans that some women lust for. My daughters will read this post, roll their eyes and say, “Dad’s lost it.” I think of it like this: Women will look at another woman and say, “Good God, she’s beautiful!” As guys, we don’t bat an eye, do we? If it’s a girlfriend or a wife we understand that she hasn’t turned lesbo, she’s just admiring awesome beauty. But if a guy happens to comment about the looks of another man (as I have done here) most will give you that ‘gee, you’re really queer, huh?’ stare. Kind of a double standard there, capice? Dean Winchester is one fine looking man. There. I’ve said it. And I still love my wife. And breasts. And nice bums. And flat tummies. Writer’s block can really suck sometimes. Holy freekin’ Moley. Got salt? It does a body good . . .