Corcoran Brothers

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Preparing for school, we decided to clean out Bri’s room. I can not believe how much shit was shoved into a 10×12 bedroom. Once she brought it all out, we did the TLC Whatevah Home Improvement Show piles of Need, Want and Donate.Knowing she would have to haul everything she wanted to keep back into the room and put away helped motivate Bri to choose wisely. She retained about 15% of the stuff.

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My my my, it has been a while.

What happened? Where did we go? WTF was with all the boring ass pictures? Not one drunken post in 9 months….

Well, kin-step-daughter has a bio-dad who is schizo. Like on heavy meds schizo. He called here one night in September drunk off his ass stating how the mob was out to get him cause they think he caused 9/11, and the garbage trucks are run by the Italians who tried to run him off the road, etc. etc. Kin-girl called him back 2 days later to see what he was like sober, and he was still off his rocker. We decided then that it was not safe for kin-step-daughter to drive with him. I’ll skip the long story and say this, I knew if we were going to court, and we were, no need to have all the goodness here be an impedus to our cause. (Note I also cut the monster womb broom down to a business like #3, So you know I was serious. I still have the braids in a drawer.)

The matter has finally been settled, and I fear no longer about my views being used against me and mine. As such, da kine insisted the original Corcoran Brothers go back up. I seem to have misplaced the original files, so the style sheet is gone, and any files/pictures that were loaded onto the server instead of flickr are gone as well. But the content and the comments are fully there, and thats the important part. It was surprisingly easy to do. I restored the ~wp 2.0 database to a new database. I then wiped out my www root, uploaded wp 2.2, pointed the config to the new db, then ran upgrade.php instead of install. It all fired right up.

So friends and visitors, welcome back to the original Corcoran Brothers.

UPDATE - Using some cool 2.2 functionality, we have sucked plonkster.com into corcoranbrothers.com and redirected traffic here.

Now that’s parenting! I love this!

Mom Makes Teen Stand on Street With Sign - Yahoo! News
She made Coretha stand at a busy Oklahoma City intersection Nov. 4 with a cardboard sign that read: “I don’t do my homework and I act up in school, so my parents are preparing me for my future. Will work for food.”

“This may not work. I’m not a professional,” said Henderson, a 34-year-old mother of three. “But I felt I owed it to my child to at least try.”

(To appreciate this, notice the giant ass beard I have in recent pictures) I had a dream the other night. I was at a customer’s location, staying in a hotel. I had grown my hair out about an inch, and was advised to go to the hotel stylist to have it styled, as it was too short to cut. (I have always been fascinated with the idea of coloring my hair stark black, etc.) The stylist noted my hair was too short for much, but could add highlights and moose, etc. She styled me up, I went back to my room. There I decided to shave. I did so then went to sleep. In my dream, I woke up and realized I had accidentally shaved my whole face. I had the eyes of Kin Yah and the jaw of Da Kine. All I could consider was how long til it grew back and how much of an idiot would I look like to the customer.

It is one thing to make a dramatic change in everyday life, quite another in front of people who have just met you for two days, then bam, radical change.

It reminded me of dream when I was working for Wells Fargo about getting shot, an being unable to fire back. The funnyt part is, I woke up, thought, wow, what a fucked up dream, but was not really comfortable til I gave the giant ass womb broom a good tug or two. Only the could I resume my rest.

Part two: The pride and disgust

Kin-Girl was doing some heavy duty cleaning, kids are fucking messy. She called me and asked me to pick up Bri from her mothers house. I of course said no problem, it was on my way home from work and I always try do help out. Bri was outside with my future step-father-in-law, whim I have taken to calling Skeeter. I strap Bri in to the back of the Jetta, and we start heading for home. Conversation:

Bri:”Hey Shay”
Me:”Yeah Sweetie?”
Bri:”I’ve had really bad gas at Nana’s house, and I feel another one coming.”
Me:”:That’s ok honey, do what you have to do”

At this point I should point out, whiole Bri will give a good toot, it never stinks, no room-clearer there

Me:”Jesus fucking Christ, What did Nana feed you?”
Bri”…”

I open all windows of the car and turn off the AC which recirculates air from within the cabin. It reminds me of the time Kin Yah let one out in the family room and we all had to abandon the basement. Even with the windows open, it was oily and tasteable. I was thoroughly disgusted yet so proud at the same time. 6 years old, too young to know that is a boy’s game. God bless her.

UPDATE - re: da kine’s comment. You have no idea. We stopped for lunch on the way up the day before, and two young fellas complimented me on my womb broom (Thanks again for that one Matt!) You can also see Bri and Kin-Girl getting their air-brushed tattoos. Kin-Girl asked if I was getting as well. I started whipping up sleeves and shirts a la Raineesha Williams, “OK, pow, uh huh” showing off real ink. I state I get to take Bri for her first real tattoo. All the guys in line felt like giant pussies.

Til I proceeded to throw on the pink mesh backpack to go off for a cigarette. Damn kids.

Kin-Girl and I were watching a horrible movie the other night, Ladder 49. Bri had woken up and came out about half way through. Kin-Girl thought it was ok for her to see, I was a bit worried about the inevitable questions and (i thought) ensuing nightmares. Of course, how do fires get started? was out, Kin-Girl explained about candles being left unattended, electrical wires going bad, etc. I piped in, and when children lie, it causes a fire.

The look on both their faces was priceless.

Bri has not had any nightmares yet, I am thankful to say. Mayhaps it is because she is so jaded after watching Cops while staying in Dorchester.

_{This post has been inspired by Mahalo All Around #5}

I’m the cool uncle.

Yes, that is me at the bar in C.O.D.’s fav new chinese joint with six childrens.

Please note - the corset pocketbook was a gift from Kin-Mom to Kin-Girl, it is not B’s. We’re not heathens.

Brianna had her first soccer game today. I enjoyed it way more than I thought I would. Stoughton does an amazing job with the game. The entire under 6 league practices together in a soccer clinic, rather than team practise. All the kids played each position. Her coach, aptly named “Coach” is great. Knows how to talk to the kids, gives ‘em gentle reminders, very encouraging. It was very nice to see. Bri did very well, scoring two out of the four goals ger team racked up.

I did almost bitch slap my soon to be father-in-law when Bri’s team Stoughton Auto Body, aka The Green Team scored against Purple. I said good effort by the goalie. He stated it was not she wasn’t paying attention and look, now she’s crying and some other mindless foolish drivel. I was infuriated, not only was the poor girl’s mother right in front of us (who then tried to explain why she missed it, etc.) it goes completely against what the kids are trying to learn. NOTE - this is not one of the self-esteem attempted given games, they do keep score, and the emphasis is on learning the skills to play and teamwork.

Pictures can be seen here. Most of the shots are from a distance, but look for #4. That’s our girl.

*SSD - Soccer Step Dad