OK OK already

OK I know it has been a really long time since I have last posted, but I have been very busy. My new child was born on September 15th. It's a BOY..Jackson Christopher Kirby. He is named after my brother who died in a car accident in 1993. His name was Jason Christopher Kirby, see the likeness of the name. Jackson started out as a grumpy little man, but has gotten better. He has recently been diagnosed with Acid Reflux. We were given a prescription for Zantac, but were told to try formula with rice cereal in it, but it just seems to be making it worse. So I guess I will be filling the prescription soon.

On to other stuff. Along with recently having a new baby move in with us, I also had a long time friend move in with us. Him and his wife are getting a divorce so I told him he could come live with me until he figured out what he was doing. It wasn't bad at all having him there. He stayed in the basement and had everything he needed down there, plus he could keep my wife company during the day. All seemed to be going quite well until a couple days before Thanksgiving. I got a call from his wife saying that she just got a text message from him saying he was going to kill himself (a little background info quick...he previously hanged himself due to problem with his first wife). So needless to say, I didn't take his threat lightly. I tried calling him and looking for him but couldn't find him. Around 1 am I get another call from his wife. She found him and he is alive. He was however, in his car in his garage with the car running and a note on the passenger seat. She woke him up and told him to stop being a jerk and he came back to my house. Everything seemed fine after that. So we, my wife and kids, were going to NY for Thanksgiving and I asked his wife not to fight with him while I was gone because I didn't want to come back and find him dead. She agreed. He was supposed to be moving out that weekend so I thought that would keep him busy as well. So we went away and had a good thanksgiving weekend. When we came back my wife noticed that his toothbrush and other various objects were still in the bathroom. HMMM....... So the next day I called his wife. SHe told me that she came home and found him hiding in their house. She said he hit her so she called the cops and gave them his note. I turns out he spent the weekend in the hospital because of the suicide threat. He is now out of the hospital, but he doesn't know, I know, he was in the hospital. I saw him the other day and again he seems fine. I am not sure what is going on with him. And I don't know what to do. He is living in his own appartment now, but I don't like the fact that he lives alone..... Anyway if anyone has any serious advise by all means please let me know.

And now on to the third thing that I wanted to blog about. If people love their damn animals so much why don't they take care of them. On multiple occasions I have come home to find my neighbors cat in my yard, sitting on my porch, sitting in my fence or shitting in my bushes. On one accasion he has actually come into my house. I don't fucking get it. I don't go shitting in my neighbors brushes, so i would appreciate it if they kept their damn animals out of my yard. If they loves these animals so damn much keep the fucking pet in your house or at least in your own yard. And then there are the people who don't clean their pets shit up after their pet takes a shit. Recently I went to a friends place to help him replace the battery in his car. He lives in an appartment, and has a common area that borders the parking lot. So I went to walk around to the front of the car to open the hood when I step in someone's freaking dog shit. PEOPLE pick up after your fucking animals or I am going to start carrying my sons diapers around with me and just leaning them in your yard or on your car or wherever the fuck I want to leave them. OK well I hope I can continue to keep up the blogs now that I ahve vented a little.
--sean.