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I hate that stupid cat. Not just because it’s a cat, that is only part of the reason, but because it rubs its stupid multi colored fur all over my face and then I get sneezy, it feels like its fur is still on me, and when it bites or scratches me I swell up. Stupid animal, its trying to kill me. Anyways, I don’t know I have always hated cats and I got this stupid one for Angelina, it sleeps on my pillow rubs on my clothes and tries to kill me at 3am when I am half asleep and trying to take a piss. Cats are just evil demons stuck in this cute little animal body waiting to pounce on their next pray. Okay, really that was a bit overdramatic but I really should get myself tested to see if I am allergic to this thing or it’s just my hatred of the thing rubbing off into asinine accusations. Ugh seriously though, I wish I could breathe out of my nose a little, I think I look a little ridiculous with my mouth open like some old man or something, haha.

Onto other things, Angelina is half way through the pregnancy; it feels like she is like 14 months pregnant the amount of times the pregnancy comes up in conversation. I really just try to ignore most of it since I know she is happy and it’s normal and all that jazz. I mean I am too, I really am but I rather talk about other things. I can’t wait until this little thing comes out and at least I can see the screaming small turd that we’ve been talking about for 2 years. I really just want to figure out what the hell we are having so I can get the room done, I don’t know why I actually want to do something like this, seeing I have like a shit load of lumber in the back where I am supposed to build a dog house, like six months ago.

But this is where it all balances out. My sister is living here now, and she can talk to Angelina about the baby and I can go do other things I want to need to get done, like that doghouse, or the nursery. Or like move the game room to the basement. Cue the whining right now. Do you honestly know how many systems, games, controllers, CRAP I have in that room. But it would probably be better in the basement, oh wait here it comes again. I need to do something with the basement before I put all this stuff in here. I should just throw myself on the ground and kick and scream like I don’t want to go to the dentist. Instead, I am kidnapping my favorite (and only) brother to help me with all of this, he just doesn’t know yet. HEY TYLER, NOW YOU KNOW! I still need to take my sister out to get stuff for her room, especially since I decided to hire her as a full time nanny, so she’d stay here in the first place.

And now I forgot what the hell I was going to write…

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Shit. I had this big long, ranty (possibly angsty) thing in my head I was going to share with the world, and yet I lost it for no reason other that I have the attention span of a kitten with a shiny piece of ribbon in my face. I don’t even recall what it was about to be honest. Hmm, oh well. Oh wait I think it is coming back to me. Yesterday…I was in a meeting with the big wig fancy pants bosses of mine as I was sitting there just minding my own business this lady, I am assuming was fairly high up in the company, probably never played a video game in her life, went to college to bypass this whole ordeal of starting on the bottom like every other right wing tight wad known to man. She looks at me, and asks me if I have anything to contribute to the meeting. So I stand up and start talking about how I believe there should be tighter rules about the store cleanup at night since as a store manager, assistant manager and an associate for most of my life I believe that the stores weren’t up to par with how they should look. She basically tells me there are more important things to deal with like trying to bring money into the company with the economy and everything. Okay so don’t you think that stores that are clean neat and presentable with their employees the same that you would get more customers? Oh well I forget she never worked retail in her life, and she probably doesn’t care what the stores look like unless they bring in money. For some reason this makes me stupid, and now knowing how to run the ‘businesses. Well of course she was right about that, I did not go to college, I did not have a company handed to me by my father, and I worked my ass off for everything I do have. It may make me inexperienced in the ‘business world’ but fuck I am smart enough to know what customers want to see. I stood my ass back up and I spoke like I was trying to get freedom from British rule… or something like that. Either way her ass sat back down and shut up (like a woman should be) and never said a word after that. I did get the approval to change the appetence and cleaning rules in my district in a ‘guinea pig trial’. The only thing that matters is I won the argument, and I can gloat now!

Other news, Do I even have any or am I just going to sit here and ramble to you all about nothing, or something… your call is as good as mine. You know what really drives me insane, it happened to me today, this little old lady was at the store and she was just being so slow so I tried to walk around her and she moves her cart in front of mine. Are you serious? I am not afraid to push an old lady out of my way. But anyways I finally get around and somehow she ends up in front of us in line; here is where I start getting impatient, and dancing around. I knew the bitch was going to pay exact chance and with a million coupons so I was trying to get Angelina to go to another lane and of course she though it would be best to stay here and enjoy the view of soda and gossip magazines as we waited for this lady that could quite possibly die in a matter of minutes of just being old was in front of us. Finally, she didn’t die and finally paid and made her way slowly away from the line. Thank god I get my groceries up there they do the thing, pay for them and we’re out of there like it should be. I usually don’t get so freaking impatient over being at the grocery store, I really don’t but it was just hungry, and my stomach hurt, and I had to go to the bathroom, and I just made myself sound like a chick, but really everything all at once today. No need for concern, I am fine I promise.

I would like to know when I became a person of routine. Honestly, I realized that I go grocery shopping every Saturday, Angelina and I eat at the same restaurants, possibly on the same days… I don’t keep track…this is just all so odd to think about. I used to be spontaneous, well I guess I still am in some ways, but in others I am not. I need to randomly start being spontaneous with things around here before I turn into one of those smooth normal people that talk all boring on spongebob (yes I did just quote an episode of spongebob, suck me). I will I think I am going to randomly kidnap my brother soon and have some sort of manly time without the preggos being all pregnant on us and everything. I don’t know what yet, maybe something like a wrestling match or something like that. Though I do not believe that Tyler enjoys the fine arts of sports. Maybe, I never talk to him about this kind of stuff, but what I know is he likes sissy shit like kittens and babies. I’ll put him in a wig and dress and name him sally. Okay that was just a weird thought and I really don’t know where they come from I swear. Anyways, my sister is supposed to be moving here soon, but why does she have to live with me? I must Clearly be the favorite brother.

I always say that I miss my mom a lot but when she comes out here to visit I end up sitting at the kitchen table pounding my head into the table wanting her to go home. Its not that she nags, or makes comments about the house, or criticizes my wife, she does none of that. She is just naturally a-fucking-noying. Sure its her nature to make me want to rip my skin off, I love her, don’t get me wrong I really do, but when she mentions she feels I don’t have enough toilet paper because you ‘never know when you might run out’ just makes me want to run around laughing manically and completely loosing my mind. I see why my father spent our childhood in front of the television perfecting his tuning out skills with her. Again I reassure myself that I love her, I really do and I can’t say it enough, but for the love of whatever (if any) higher power is up in the sky to strike me dead when she starts talking about sex positions, condoms, and things she does, or uses on my father. I don’t give a flying rats ass how old I am or if I am having a child her son, and I repeat son does not neat to hear about fun time in mommy and daddy’s bedroom, of if they have a healthy sex life. On top of it all this was a conversation over dinner, dinner of all things, what in the fuck, did you leave your brain in Cleveland? I am now officially scarred for life; my great grandchildren are feeling this epic scar. Woman, do you not have any modesty? For the love of Peter, Paul and Mary please no sex talk when I am staring at chicken breast. With the initial look of shock on my face my father just starts laughing so hard he almost chokes on his chicken (no pun intended at all!). This was not funny at all, not at all, it wasn’t even in the same zip code, no same planet as funny and it was way beyond disturbing. Next time she starts talking like that I’m sending her to Tyler’s.

Okay so now that I worked that creepy feeling out of my system, I am so lost about this whole baby business. I could care less if its going to be a boy or girl, or what its name is going to be. Don’t most couples figure that out like when they find out the sex? What is the malfunction, I mean I know that you are excited about having a baby, we’ve worked hard for quite a few years…but when you interrupt my game with ‘should we name…” I want to take my virtual gun and shoot you. I don’t mind talking about it sometimes, but not all the time, we have quite a few months before the baby comes and consumes our lives so why not enjoy the baby free time we have now? Wow this is coming off that I am really frustrated about everything…which I sort of am, but not at the same time. I love her, I really do but women can just be annoying as fuck when it comes down to things. No matter how much you show that you don’t care of even say they shut off the realization of the statement, body language, or initial tune out process.

So now I want tacos, so I’m outta here.

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Today is one of those days I’d like to call a ‘burrito hangover’. You know, the days where you went to this amazing Mexican restaurant and you couldn’t help but to indulge in that extra burrito, or whatever else you shouldn’t have had because you had no room for it, and you know for a fact you’ll be paying your dues about it the next day. Though, you forget all about it, go home and wake up the next morning with stomach cramps so bad you cant to stab your colon, which in turn makes you irritable. You end up drinking a whole bottle of pepto and sweating it out on the couch watching endless crap on the television. Then when your wife comes home she asks you what is wrong and you pout and say ‘I’m crampy and bloated’ and then it goes into this whole try having that monthly blah, yadda, yadda, and it’s a fight over the most digesting thing about women. They just aren’t so cute when bleed for a week. Makes me glad that I am a man.

Anyways, away from the whole subject of burritos and bleeding… I’m waiting for my brother to come over and install my satellite dish since I forgot what company he is from, and I know he is going to save me for last, not that I am the best of anything… but for the fact that he likes to annoy the shit out of me, and I’m sick feeling and I would like 200 plus channels to flip through and complain that there is nothing on television. I could always just make my way over to his house and complain there, but I’m sure his wife will feel me and kick me out, or annoy me more than Tyler does. I’m just kidding; Adriana doesn’t annoy me that much, neither does Tyler. I just like to get on her nerves, its just fun and so, so easy to do. I love my in-laws to death, and well I guess my family too, haha kidding again… or am I?

So the other day I went out to buy a stupid cat, okay it was cute and I fell in love with it. It made Angelina happy so it works out for the best. We named it snickers because apparently all we think about it food, and he reminded Angelina of a snickers bar. I think it’s the best way to celebrate my promotion since preggo can’t drink (what the hell? Do I want to die today?) and its boring just watching people get drunk. So in March I will be the District Manager of Game Stop stored in the LA Area. It sounds pretty sweet, though it probably won’t be so much, now that I have to dress professionally, I can pull it off though, I’m good like that.

Now that I rambled abut stupid shit, I need to take a nap and wait for Tyler to get over here.

Ever since Angelina and I got married, and decided to try for children, I always thought something was wrong with me every failed attempt. In a sense there was, there was pressure for me to be doing something that not only I enjoy, but to create a life, and it just wasn’t working right. Of course I am not going to go into detail with my neighbors with my problems in that area, but we decided to give up and just take it one day at a time, see if a special thing happens when we aren’t trying hard enough. It did, and I am a million different emotions about it, I’m happy, scared, nervous, and more unknown feelings that are coming out. I mean I get to witness a life being formed and grow inside my wife. Not only is it just a life, it’s a live I made, the more I think about it the more worried I become. What if I am not a good father? What if she leaves me for someone better than some mediocre manager at Game Stop? I doubt she would, she stuck through everything, even the accident that practically made me have to relearn to walk, read, and write. I don’t see why she would leave if my parental standards aren’t up to par. What can you expect? I am going to be a new father, and I am sure all the feelings I am having are perfectly normal to any loving parent.

I guess other than the dream of being a father came true, everything is amazing in my life, I haven’t seen much of my brother that I plan on changing eventually. I know he too is expecting a small child soon, which is pretty cool. He and I had always done everything together; little did we know experiencing fatherhood at the same time too, though it also makes me glad that we both in a sense have a support system to each other. Angelina and I both have godchildren, but to me this is way different. This is going to be a niece or nephew and my own son or daughter. And I wish I could just stop talking about it. With Tyler, I know that he wanted a kid just as bad as I did, which I think that’s what hurt him more about getting divorced from his wife. I called my mother the other night and told her what was going on. She was so happy I think she actually started to cry a little. Not only is her two only Dalton sons are having children; they are now carrying on the Dalton name. Just… hopefully one if not both have boys.

Now with all feelings set aside I’ve been thinking about my future and where I stand with the company I have worked for since I was sixteen. I mean when I moved out here I stepped down from a store management position and moved to assistant manager for the time being. Though the district and regional manager over here had heard about my store in the tower city mall, and how it boomed when I was there, with my sales tactics and motivation toward the store, they had come to me in confidence of becoming a district manager when the man retired in the next couple of months. They gave me until 7pm on January 19th to make a decision on if I want it or not. I mean not only will my pay increase significantly but I will have a standard set of hours that are closer to Angelina’s. I know I can do it, but this is a big step… it will be a lot of traveling from store to store, but at the same time I can make the company a better place in a sense, especially the stores that seem to not care about the company. The problem is I keep finding pros in the job but at the same time my mind keeps blowing around cons that make me not want to take it. I guess that would just be my fear of being successful.

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I always have a million things to talk about, but writing them down I always get weird about. I’m not sure why, something just creeps me out with writing out my thoughts for my neighbors to read. I’m pretty sure they think I am creepy enough at the way I scream at my computer, or the little dance I do trying waiting for the elevator after work when I have to pee. Who knows, maybe no one has noticed before. Oh well see, it make me paranoid that I may be spilling the beans on something not even my wife has noticed. But that is one of my minor flaws I may have is over thinking the possibility on someone judging me by the words, and actions of me… being me. Why should I even care what others think of me, or what I think of them. The world is still spinning and if you’re next to me and I’m singing ridiculously off tune (which rarely happened, yes?) feel free to join in, or slap me. Haha. I’m way too spastic for all this shit. I can’t sit down for longer than 10 minutes without switching seats on the couch, kicking my leg, shutting up. Someone I work with asked me if I was ever diagnosed with ADD. No, I was not. I have never been tested with it, and the fact that I drink way much more caffeine that I should, and base my breakfast on what sugary product I find in the cupboard I believe that it would cancel ADD out. I told the kid that I don’t live my a label of what some doctor could tell me what is wrong with me when I know what I put into my body is like a legal dose of speed.

Well that paragraph was a bunch of nonsense. Oh well, sometimes you have to let the random come out before the actual things have been on your mind. Like Tyler said, sometimes you just have to not think before you type and let it all come out. It does make you feel better in a way. I am so glad in about 25 more days shopping season will be over. This black Friday was by far the busiest thing I have ever seen, not that people are buying more, I think it was more of the fact that I am used to working in a small retail store in the middle of Tower City Mall, which believe me is pretty busy most weekends. I’ve worked for Game Stop before it was even Game Stop but it was never in an actually stand alone store before. This one is much bigger than the stores I am used to which caused more people to come in. It probably didn’t help that the annoying ‘hint or else’ commercials have melted the minds of these desperate parents, siblings, spouses that want to find the perfect gift for their loved one. Speaking of Christmas it just seems I can’t seem to think of any good gifts for my family. I got my brother the best gift for his Birthday, which I should have waited until Christmas; I have no Idea what Adriana, the biggest annoyance in my life now turned sister in law. I should just buy her a muzzle. Angelina, I’ll figure out something I always do, even if it is on Christmas Eve. It always comes to me. I think I am going to skip my sisters this year and just get them gift cards and a card with Reindeer pooping on it or something. I’m good at figuring things out like this, it will be okay, no matter how stressed I am over it.

I’m still trying to wrap my mind around why my brother married her. Did he marry her because she is pregnant… is the kid even his? I don’t know anymore, its really none of my business but Tyler is the most impulsive little freak known to man and I know he is going to get hurt in the end somehow. It was kind of a kick in the nads to see that he is going to have a baby with a chick he impulsively decided to marry. My wife and I have been trying for over a year. It’s a bummer it hasn’t happened but also to me its not that big of a deal, sure I want to be a father. I’m in no rush to become one, but I know my wife wants one so bad that she gets depressed every time she sees a pregnant woman. I keep telling her there is nothing wrong with us; it’s just not our time and if we’re patient then it will happen. I never know what to say to a woman who is balling her eyes out because she is bleeding… I know anything I probably will say without thinking very hard about will have bad backlash, but I am only a man, and I can only do what I feel is right. Then I think to myself, she will be pregnant one day, and people say its fifty times worse than them just bleeding for a week. Makes me scared a little. What baby wants, baby gets and if it’s a baby then so be it.

I lost the rest of my update.

Name: Jordan Lee Dalton
Age: 29, August 12, 1979
Birthplace: Amherst, Ohio
Parents: Eloise and Edward Dalton
Siblings: Tyler [tylerdalton](1978), Jenna [jennadalton](1982), *sister(1983), *Logan [ldalton](1985)
Status: Married (2004)
Occupation: Store Manager at Game Stop


FACTS.
>>Jordan Lee was born the second child into the Dalton family. As well he is the youngest brother of the Dalton clan. Residing in Amherst, Ohio his family owned a small three bedroom trailer in the local trailer park close to the laundromat and local grocery store that the Dalton boys would often walk to buying sodas and candy bars.

>>He is very close to his brother Tyler, they usually would cause chaos wherever they went yet it was hard to determine who started it, as well they do the same even though they are older. Being in the same grade since kindergarten many people thought that Tyler and Jordan were twins, even though they weren't they were known as the terrible two by their neighbors.

>>Entering high school Jordan and Tyler got into smoking weed and drinking. They weren't really in the popular crowd but they did have quite a few friends. Jordan's extracurricular activities included Baseball and the academic team. Only joining the academic team to try to score hot chicks, he ended up enjoying it and finding out he knew more than what he thought once applying for Teen Jeopardy but not passing to actually be on the show, he was convinced he was just to 'sexy' for the show.

>>Jordan's aspirations as he was growing up was to be in a famous band for a little while. Picking up the guitar and having Tyler teach him how to play, soon the dream died when he had a falling out with his band. He still enjoys playing the guitar though. Others included being a porn star which he quickly figured he would probably never be 'big' enough to be on the camera, as well as a video game designer which he went to college for, but quit after 2 days.

>> Jordan adored video games, a little too much. As well as probably owning every game system he works for Game Stop in tower city center. Hes always worked for game stores since he was 16 years old, starting with Babbage's (which was originally Game Stop) and moving up to becoming store manager to the retail store in the Mall. He never worries about what he makes or has any power trips about his position with the company. He loved what he does and always wants to make sure the young (and old) Gamers in the store leave with all answered questions and what the need even if it does mean he bends over backwards for them. His work motto is to treat the customers how he would want to be treated.

>>In 2002 he met his wife, Angelina at one of Tyler's random parties. They hit it off right away and soon got married in 2004. They decided to hold off on children until Angelina finished college, she is the primary breadwinner in the home but Jordan never minds that, he never feels he needs to have financial control, needless to say he is 'pussy whipped' and he enjoys it.

>>Jordan's Mother works in real estate and owns several houses throughout Lorain and Cuyahoga counties. Jordan tends to travel to the homes to show them and repair things for his mother. He is in the process of trying to get a house from her and rent to own it for when they do decide to start their happy little family.

>>Jordan has always been into music, even from New Kids on the Block to Metallica. Hes always been one to study the music and they way they play all the way down to the lyrics, it sometimes takes the fun out of listening to it, but he has always been sort of an pattern finder in music as well as his video games, his father just thinks he crosses the fine line between genus and insanity a little too much as well he should have went to school to be a Psychologist. It dented Edward and Jordan's relationship when Jordan strayed off the path his father wanted him to be on, they rarely talk anymore even at Christmas and Other holidays.

>> Jordan is a naturally hyper person, of course the amount of caffeine and sugar that he ingests doesn't help much. He can hardly sit still long enough to do anything as well is attention span very short, he often changes the subject quickly and without notice. People tend to think he is immature, which he slightly is, but nothing too annoying. He never takes life too seriously, not that he doesn't want to grow up, just that he feels that life is too short to be serious about.

>> Jordan is an avid fan of getting tattoos. He has many, one of his favorite being the butterfly on his wrist that he had gotten after getting into a almost fatal accident in 2004 (right after getting married), hitting a semi truck head on going over 100 miles an hour, he was in a coma for a week and had to learn to walk again. He considered it a life changing experience, he explains the tattoo being a transformation for him and how he was a caterpillar and after his full recovery he turned into a butterfly.

>> With an opportunity for his wife to move out to LA, they talked about for a while and finally decided it would be best to give it a shot, especially since it was something different for all of them. Transferring to a store in LA he and his wife got an apartment in the area and are eager to move into their new life.

>>After five years of marriage, Jordan and his wife had a falling out over the feelings he had about the soon to be baby, LA was never the place for him and he learned that only after his brother and good friend left. Asking for a transfer and Filing for divorce he packed his things, left his precious dogs behind and made his way to crash at his brother's home for a little while until he got himself off his feet.

QUICKFACTS

> He is very close to his mother
> He considers his wife to be his soulmate
> He likes black licorice, as well as black jelly beans and candy corn.
> His soda of choice is coke
> He has only smoked weed, and still does on occasion
> He likes to drink... a little too much sometimes, his favorite drink is Jack Daniels
> He is impulsive and rarely thinks before he does things. He likes to consider that his mouth moves before his brain.
> He is very smart but lacks common sense, which is why his father was mad at him for not going to college
> He enjoys doing the dishes and the laundry
> His favorite fruit is Apples, and his favorite food of all time is Apple pie.
> He and his wife have 2 pugs they treat like their own children
> Jordan hates to miss Jeopardy its one of his favorite shows and hes glad that the place he works for is only open until 7 so he can catch it right after work.
> more to come.