Starting a family early.. YES!

I wake up in the morning.. about 7:30am. I make my son and daughter breakfast in the morning, then I begin making my daughter's lunch for school. I then get my daughter dressed for school and my son ready for daycare.. get myself dressed, pack up the car.. drive around the corner in peak hour traffic to drop off my son, then to drop of my daughter (not necessarily in that order).

I get home.. try to get in breakfast then get onto emails. My wife is usually busy teaching students in the other room while I email, blog, post, draw, organise and email... yes again.

Next thing I know.. it's 2:30. Time to pick up my eldest. I go over there and stand with the men and women that are 35+ (35 is being nice), usually by myself.. or with the odd parent that feels like talking to a tattooed kid for a sense of novelty, until the bell rings.

I grab my daughter.. head home and talk about all things school.. get home and read her book from kindy... then try and get some food in there.. maybe a workout if i'm lucky then it's time to pick up my son. 

I get to daycare and have a prolonged convo with his main carer and then pack him and his sister back into the car... head home.. usually get them a small snack and then start dinner. The next two to three hours are a blur.. cook, eat, clean, bathe, pyjamas, teeth brush, milk, story, song, bed.

Would you look at that.. it is now 9:30 and i'm sitting down. My wife comes in and asks me whats for dinner.. so I re-heat whatever is remaining for her. We sit down and we have to watch something about house renovations or house selling... or at least nothing depressing. Then it's time for bed.. what time is that? oh I don't know... 11:30-12... shit 1am if it's 'one of those days'.

I am only 29. I could be out there  partying and living it up... drinking my liver into oblivion and having no responsibility. I could be care free... not a problem in the world! That could be me... shiit I know 35 year old people that are still doing that now.. Why am I a father at 29? What made me put myself under all this stress? I have a soon to be 5 year old and a 3 year old! I must be crazy.. 

Oh wait a minute.. that's right...

I had kids early because I want to live with my own family. 

I want to be fit enough to teach my kids sport and be able to keep up with them (to a certain degree of course).

When I hit 40 (mind you I have 40+ parents with first children in Kindy) my children will be 16 and 15... Well into High School. 

I want to do it the opposite to what is recommended these days.. I want to start my life at 45.. I want to be able to do what I want to by then. Sure I'll still be responsible for my children but by then we would have all grown together. I can't wait.

I suppose I'm just trying to justify to myself why I made that leap when I did. When I think about it though, when wouldn't I try to justify it to myself? Is there an age where you don't need reassurance? Is there a threshold of youth.. that when you get to that point you need to seriously consider growing up? Please. 

I'll take the younger parent.. younger adult approach thanks. Sure it's a run around.. but I'm sure as hell fit enough to keep up.

Oh.. would you look at the time.. it's 2:30pm. Gotta go pick up the little girl...

Thanks for playing. Goodbye.

SOCIAL NETWORKING DOESN'T MEAN STAYING INSIDE!

Few things worry me.. I'm a pretty 'I don't give a shit' kinda guy.. but a few comments smacked me in the face like my Dad when I was younger (ok.. bad call. Sorry Dad)

I saw two comments from younger kids on Facebook and Twitter the other day that made me think.

Facebook comment went something like this:

'I've decided that I'm gonna stay on Facebook 24/7 in order to progress and push' (in life i'm assuming)

This kid wasn't joking.. sure enough.. he is on there in one way or another ALL THE TIME! what the hell? remember when networking consisted of going somewhere.., grabbing a beer or a coffee if it was a meeting and getting to know someone? not just post pictures of yourself with your shirt off.. tongue out like LL fucking cool J thinking that you're making a difference in the world. Get the fuck out of your house son!

Twitter comment went something like this:

'If you wanna meet an emo.. go on myspace, if you wanna meet a spam bot go on facebook. If you wanna meet a legend go on twitter'

IF YOU WANT TO MEET ANYONE WALK OUT YOUR FUCKING DOOR!

Jesus.. have people become so socially incompetent that they need to rely on these medias to have a social life? man.. it's scary. I mean.. if you're a girl that is half attractive I hope you realise that all your guy 'friends' are probably nerds with a complex jerking off to your photos... and guys.. if there are half attractive girls that are your friends.. they're more than likely guys that are nerds with a complex jacking off to your photos. It's a lose lose.

Where the fuck has it got to? Please humans.. make an effort to leave your house and have some interaction with other humans! otherwise we're all gonna be looking like the fat shits in the movie Wall-E.. 

and to be honest I have no sympathy for fat people who don't have asthma or diabetes.

Thanks for playing. Goodbye.

Rappers.. and their apparently 'cool' names..

Hey guys

Firstly.. sorry the blog has been neglected.., and secondly...  

Your rap name is shit.

Just outta curiosity... which one of you new rappers think your name is cool? seriously? grow the fuck up.

I am sick and tired of seeing these names that are 'lil' whatever.. misspelled every time. Replacing 's' with 'z' does not automatically up your street cred. Matter of fact.. you are the perfect target for some major drug dealer to get you in their crew as a shitkicker. Why? Because if you can't get your basic words right.. then you sure as hell aren't gonna be able to tell that you're getting punked on your cut of the money at the end of the day. Haha.

In all seriousness though... I used to have a rap pseudonym. 'Figgkidd' was my name.. shit.. I even grew out of it.. but it was too late.. I was signed to a major label on that name.. so I couldn't change it. Poor me. People loved it.. people hated it.. but at the end of the day.. I always felt that if people criticized it.. they weren't criticizing the real me... so I never felt that it was a representation of me.. almost something to hide behind... and I can't do that. With me it's a 'what you see is what you get' deal. So now.. it's:

Lee Monro

original? maybe not... but I don't care.. at least if you got shit to say.. then you're saying it to me.. and then.. for some reason I do not care. 

I will say as well... there is nothing wrong with doing you people.. especially these kids. Man.. you don't have to be all ghetto for people to relate.. I mean look at Lupe. Stay educated... shiit.. and i'm not talking about school.. i'm talking about reading books on what you like and want to be smart with.

Anyway I'm veering away from the point.

Your name is your name. Stand up and make it that. 

You don't have to be a 'KILLAH PLAYAH GANGZTA LIL' LO ILL' nothin.. just do you. 

so anyway for a bit of fun.. click HERE to get 25 of the worst rap names ever. Awesome.

Thanks for playing. Goodbye.

Happy McNew Year... Brisbane doomed... Adelaide peaceful...

Ok...

So happy new year knuckleheads.. hope your christmas was dandy and that your mum got you exactly what you asked for.

I had an interesting holiday due to the public health system (MAN I NEED PRIVATE HEALTH COVER)

My daughter was booked in for a tonsillectomy on the 21st of Decmeber.. and she was supposed to rest up until the 4th of January... then we were gonna roll down to Adelaide to see my in-laws.. 

OH SHIT! YOU THINK SO LEE? NO THANK YOU MATE!

So I starve my daughter damn near the entire day of the 21st.. just to be told at 5pm, 'Sorry, we ran out of time.. we MIGHT be able to see her on the 6th'.

Well didnt that make my life fun? I had already accepted two gigs over the xmas new year period.. and now I get this shitface doctor telling me its a no go.

My fault. I don't have private health care. New years resolution.

Anyway.... ended up getting down to Adelaide. Not much to do there.. but I must say.. the people there were pleasant and helpful. That's nice... fucking Sydney people do my head in sometimes.. especially when I go to the movies in Adelaide (well Norwood to be exact) and the gentleman behind the counter took the time to explain what was the better popcorn deal.. regardless of the fuck off line behind us. What patience.. what unmatched athleticism... I mean he was so graceful.. like a ballerina. (that last part will only make sense to fans of Michael Jordan).

Other news... Brisbane people do not fear... you now have wet and wild in your city... literally.

Minus the high possibility of death... i think you guys (if you are fit and confident in your swimming capabilites) should take full advantage of the ability to swim in your street. Watch for debris!!

DISCLAIMER: Floods are serious. Do not joke about them... just survive them.

I will be up on this regular this year.. sorry for the delay...

other than that... be good to eachother... MONKEYS!

Thanks for playing. Goodbye.

Hand me downs... and the kids that appreciate them

So I had a garage sale on saturday.

Pretty much nobody turned up because it was raining... however... I did manage to sell a whole bunch of my old shoes to some kids.

The best thing about this was that these kids eyes lit up like it was christmas (which in actual fact is really 20 whole days away) even when the shoes were worn.

Now THIS is what i call shoe appreciation.

I know I was selling them ridiculously cheap and some were limited shoes.. but still.. these kids were stoked. I didn't really advertise that I was selling limited shit because I didn't want fucktards around my house... but these kids were the real shoe-loving deal.

I would rather sell my shoes to some kid that is gonna wear the shoes everyday and show them off.. then to sell it for quadruple the price to some try hard so they can stash it in their cupboard as a 'sick pick up' that he's never gonna wear because he has at least 200 other pairs (yes I used to be that moron - hence why I need to get rid of shoes for pissy prices).

I urge these people holding onto shoes to give them up to the next kid... I mean.. perhaps I'm getting old.. but do we need all these shoes? Does it impress the ladies? (ok, I confess, initially it does impress the ladies.. but now that I got a hot wife and two kids.. I'm a little over them)...

So yes... my point is simple... get these shoes into the hands or onto the feet of that scrawny kid who is going to thrash them.. who is going to go to his mates house and just fucking drool over them. Who is going to google the shit out of the style... year...brand.. history.., name of the shoe and be genuinely impressed and amazed that he can come across this sorta shit in a GARAGE SALE of all places... rather than that untouchable store window... selling for $220 and never finding a place on their feet til they're well outta school with a job and buying a retro re-release.. rather than the real deal.

Here is an example of something I let 'em have that had them smiling.. limited.. but nothing too special:

These are dope because of all that suede. I had em laced proper as well.. then I saw the kid walking down the street a bit later with laces still fat and out.... YES! WIN!

Oh... and watch out for these maniacs.

Thanks for playing. Goodbye.

Hey Facebook friends... why can't i comment?

Hey apparent Facebook friends... Why can I not comment on your pages/posts?

I am not stupid... you're privacy settings stop me from doing so.. but a quick question:

Am I really your friend?

Look I don't mind about whatever insecurities you have with either yourself or my extremely witty, sometimes bizarre comments.. but why are we connected socially if you do not want me to give you my two cents?

Am I someone you want people to think is your friend because I hold some sort of credibility or entertainment value, but you don't necessarily like me?

Was it an accidental slip? Was I not meant to be on this list? If so.. now is your golden opportunity to change your mistake.

If not however... you can go fuck yourself. I have better things to do than see your shithouse updates come up on my page only to see that I can not let you know that I may or may not care about what you are doing. I know at times I can be a smartarse and can seem tactless or insensitive.. but for fucks sake.. you knew that when you added me or accepted my request right? If not.. then shit.. maybe it's my mistake for adding or accepting a complete cuntstick of a person.

I give these people 24 hours to change these settings.. if not... eat shit you cyber bubble humans. You are not worth the 'comment' tab anyway.

Thanks for playing. Goodbye.

Attention Rappers: You do NOT have to be a hard cunt.

I consider myself a good judge of character.. and as of late it has become painfully apparent that the Australian hip hop scene especially feels the need to portray themselves as the hardest of cunts.

Why?

I didn't grow up in the nicest of areas.. Bankstown/Sefton circa 84-99... so i personally know about the whole shooting/stabbing/muggung/killing/raping etc thing. How come its a person like me that is the only one with a sense of humour?

Must I plead with the next rapper I see to fuck off with the facade? If you have really truly grown up in a hostile environment.. wouldnt you want to  improve your life... maybe move on from the social and political ties that bind you to your respective area? or are you just that much of a dumb shit that you choose to use these fantastic rap words to describe a lifestyle that you are actually quite happy to live within?

Then there is the shameful exception.. the person that grew up on the other side of the bridge with the parents that bought them whatever they wanted.. but they never had cred... so now they put on more of a show in order to up their rep. You sir can fuck so far off that you are no longer recognised as part of our galaxy. Fags. Thats a wonderful 9mm Glock you have there.. what was that? you have a licence and your dad bought you the gun? well thats just swell. Idiot.

This was quite the rant today. No apologies however.. all I ask Mr. Rap Guy From Australia That Feels The Need To Prove Themselves Constantly.... is that you tone it down.. don't be scared to be the real you. It doesnt hurt.

... and just so you know.. I can tell who you are... really. Don't cry. There there.

Thanks for playing. Goodbye.