I am sitting in my sister’s delivery room and I am completely terrified. Everyone here seems to be doing what I suspect as being absolutely completely normal but since this is the first time I have been around an actual form or human birth I am completely terrified, and excited.

I am also assuming that my sister is going to grace us with her first born child because the nurses are prepping what I have begun to call the McGriddle. It is this device that kind of looks similar to what McDonalds uses to keep their food warm, before they serve it to us.

I just found out that my sister has the same blood type as I. I am also being ridiculed by her mother-in-law because my birth information has my blood type listed and she is telling me that they do not do that, so I am curious as to why mine is that way? I am also a little distraught this woman has just pushed me out of the way of my only living family member.

The pushing of child birth commences, nothing compared to how Hollywood portrays it. In the movies, people seem to just show up at a hospital and begin to scream, then there is the baby. This is more suspense driven.

I am looking out the window and there is no sign of snow, we did get the brief dusting – but nothing now. Ironic that during my sister’s birth, there was a blizzard, but like I said no sign of snow at all. No signs of anything at all. I guess this is what they mean by ‘born under a good moon?’

This is obviously a game of patience packed with suspense! Hurry up nothing is happening! Slow down you are having a kid.

Xavier Sevastiaan Phyre Mallot

Xavier Sevastiaan Phyre Mallot

*Note: I did go to the garage and dig out my birth information and I was right, my blood type is listed on there and it is not what the Red Cross keeps telling me my blood type is.

**Note: Pictures added after the writing.

Didn’t you wish you knew you were failing something prior to the situation ending? Like tests example; my first driving test actually. It was almost 15 years ago and there I was, just driving around with some random stranger by my side talking about gardening and how there was a frost last night and that he knew this because some of his flowers weren’t up to par this morning but perfectly fine yesterday. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it’s mid-June and the chances of a frost the previous night were slim to none.

We continue to drive around, making right turns here, left turns there, backing up, parking etc. etc. Then the next moment the guy tells me I failed. One moment I was driving, perfectly fine, the next moment I failed. Why didn’t he spare the rest of the morning and tell me when I did something bad that it was all over? Arrogant bastard he was, I’d like to rub it in his face that I haven’t yet caused an accident yet, and my insurance people love me.

Another example is the academic tests; why must I continue to take the test if by question number three I’ve already failed it. Maybe it’s a three or four question test. I usually have to wait up to two weeks to find out if I’ve passed or failed. Why not make all tests oral so you can save some of our time as well.

The ultimate situation is coming: Life! No one knows they fail at life until the end. What the hell am I going to do about it then? Sit in a box six feet underground with every other person who’s passed or failed at our undetermined amount of time at living? I was once told that if you don’t ever question whether or not you’ve made a mistake then you aren’t living life correctly. Makes sense, but shit – there’s also a correct way to live life? I’m just trying to get by and one person says you can fail at life, another says you have to live it correctly; the next guy says believe in some dude in a book that’s a #1 best selling fiction. What if life was like the video game The Sims where we have a little bar above our heads that says “Hey, good job!” I certainly don’t hear it enough if at all the way I’m going. I definitely do not believe I’m failing nor doing something incorrectly. Not like life is a square peg being forced in a round hole. It’s a little more obvious than that.

Maybe some “Moral Dice” you shake on the table that give you a number out of 12 if you’re doing a good job or not? Maybe I’ll make me some of these dice I speak of and sell them on eBay.

Over the past few months I’ve read many articles about the Credit industry as a whole and various “mistakes” that have been made.

My mother keeps lecturing me to make sure all of my bills are paid and that I don’t owe anyone any money and I keep telling her that the only things I have to worry about are my utilities and rent. This has actually been one of my first years ever that I haven’t had any form of credit card debt or carry over. None, zero, zilch – it has been an entire year.

Several minutes after I’ve reminded my mother of my responsibility, she goes on to tell me that I need to have a few credit cards. Why? It builds credit? Why would I want that? I know people can explain certain aspects about credit to me all they want. I went to school for this also. I understand it all too well.

What I don’t understand is the amount of Bank errors that are happening. We’re not talking about your cousin who knows a guy who knows a guy type situation here. It’s not far into the month of February and the stories are stacking up.

You see, I have this weird theory that no matter how bad we mess up our theoretic ‘Credit Score,’ the bank is only going to screw it up even further. Weird crack-pot theory but it can actually happen.

Another note; it’s 2010. Bank’s talk to each other via wires and satellites and email, yet it still takes a month for a check to clear at Wells Fargo from the Fed Reserve. Am I being punked, maybe a new bank will be next on my list? Ten years of loyalty hasn’t gotten me dick.