The power of the blog/Birdzilla

Most sports fans have heard of the Sports Illustrated jinx whereby an athlete gets showcased on the cover of the magazine and soon thereafter he/she goes down with a season ending injury. Little did I know that the Bundle in the Oven blog, like SI, has a similar power. My last post featured a picture of Manchester United’s Cristiano Ronaldo with the AIG corporate logo emblazoned on the front of his jersey. Shortly after my post the insurance giant nearly crumbled to the ground. Just a coincidence?...I highly doubt it. To test the theory I have posted a picture of Donald Trump. Wouldn’t the world be a better place if he was the next to go broke during this financial crisis and we never had to listen to that arrogant, condescending goon ever again? And we’d never have to look at his ugly mug on TV either! If this works feel free to start submitting candidates for my next post. I like where this is going. Stay tuned...

As for actual baby stuff, I’m really looking forward to the ultrasound on October 21st. Nothing would make me happier than if Dr. Chow said, “Wow, that kid is enormous. I think we better induce right here and now.” The waiting is pretty much killing me at this point. Jennifer has had to listen to me on about 100 occasions utter the phrase, “Let’s get that kid out of there already.” Maybe you need nine months to mentally, emotionally, and financially prepare for a baby if you are a 16 year old kid who had no intention of having a child your sophomore year of high school, but when you’re 32 years old nine months seems like an eternity. It’s like booking a tropical vacation months in advance. All you do is daydream about the feel of the white sand between your toes, the sound of the waves crashing on the beach, the taste of the margarita as it hits your lips…until it eventually starts to drive you nuts. That’s where I am with this kid right now. Hurry it up in there already! Isn’t that turkey done? A couple of weeks ago my wife’s belly button popped out just like that timer thing pops out on a turkey on Thanksgiving. Doesn’t that mean the kid should be popping out any second now? I know, be careful what you wish for. We certainly don't want a premature baby five months ahead of schedule, but c'mon!

In the meantime I guess I’ll just have to daydream about dirty diapers, sleepless nights and spit up on my favorite clothes. Yep, I knew that would work. That metal imagery has worked wonders for my patience already. Gobble, gobble!