Day 22 - Compound Hades

Another excerpt from my Death Row Journal…

 

The end is nowhere in sight and our moods have soured as our only defense from attack is the damp confines of mold infested dungeon.  Even this seclusion proves difficult as my care-taking duties keep me in harms way until dusk…after the warden retreats to her slumber.  We have resorted to parlor games, intended to confuse the guardian and briefly take our minds off of our ultimate task – Escape.  I have been granted reprieve for the first time in a fortnight and intend on canvassing the area for the means to flee to safety…44 more days.

 My favorite time whilst being held captive was the endless menu of reality TV…of all mind numbing varieties.   The one that drew my attention one night while feeding Texas Ranger, was the “Biggest Loser”.  Not because this is quality television, but because I was quite sauced, and so was my Mother-in-law. 

In her infinite mumblings during our viewing of the greatest show on Earth, a particular phrase struck a chord with me, “I would do ANYTHING he told me to do” she said in reference to the attractive male trainer.

 Of course, in my current state, the envelope had to be pushed.

 “Anything”, I responded.

 “Yes, ANYTHING”, she quickly answered.

 “Even lick his butt hole?” – The look of terror on my wife’s face was almost as good as my Mother-in-laws answer.

 “Yes”, she replied, finishing her glass of wine.

 My wife went into complete shock, insisting that her mother did not hear the question correctly.  Normally, this would be a valid excuse because every speaker in the house is blown because she can’t hear worth a lick…pun intended.  But in this case, the sly grin resting upon the sphincter licker’s face said it all.

 

"Compound Hades"

Back in April, my wife and I sold our home and began a lengthy transition period while we searched for our next abode.  During this process, we weighed to pros and cons of renting a home while we made a decision on our next location, but in our infinite financial wisdom, we decided to encroach on the generosity of my Mother-in-law and live underneath her roof for the next 67 Days.

Once the sale was completed on our current home, my wife and I, along with our 3 month old twin boys and two large dogs, began the first day of our self imposed incarceration at what we now jokingly call "Compound Hades". 

Before we move on, let's get a little more clarity on who all now resides in the lair:

(3) Adults – Me, my wife, and my Mother-in-law

(2) 3 Month Old Twin Boys – Walker and Texas Ranger

(3) Large dogs, 2 belong to me and 1 to my Mother-in-law.  While my dogs may not be the best behaved canines in the land, the creature that roams the grounds belonging to the warden (We’ll call him “Alan” from here on out), may be the dumbest animal on the planet.  The extent of Alan’s discipline, whether it is to deter him from eating razorblades, chewing through my children’s blankets and clothes, or digging an actual hole in the living room floor, is a loud and repeating chant of his name… “ALAN! ALAN! ALAN!”  Let me tell you, if you want to get a dog to behave, just yell his name 457 times in a row…that’ll show him. Alan is also my Lab’s gay lover – both males – both humping fools, much to the chagrin of the warden as she believes that the excessive doggy-style will actually break Alan’s back.

We had it all worked out.  We would stay in the basement of the compound, granting us the privacy that every wedded couple should enjoy, as well as keeping our distance from the warden and allowing said gatekeeper to continue with her daily routine without our interruption.  The warden, for some reason or another, did not agree that the basement was the appropriate place for us to lay our heads and that we would be required to make camp across the hall from her, upstairs.

Come to find out, this was best for the twins because there was mold in the basement.  At this moment I knew I would be a great father.  I willingly placed myself in harms way by leaving the seclusion of Cerberus’s bowels and meandered upstairs for the health of my children.

Listen, I understand that we were not the only ones put in a difficult situation by moving in, and quite honestly, I am a horrible roommate so I completely agree that the warden’s life was turned upside down as well.  I just keep my sanity by writing…so I kept a brief journal every couple of weeks. 

Here is an excerpt:

Day 13: Compound Hades – We are weakening by the hour, not from lack of food, but from the unrelenting Jedi mind tricks fired by the Dark Lord.  Any attempts to ignore said onslaughts only anger the warden and lead to an increased level of verbal abuse.  Even in my sleep I hear the religious chant of the gatekeeper, “ALAN! ALAN! ALAN!”.  The other inmates have taken recluse in the vast corners of the compounds underbelly, but with responsibilities to my family, I must remain above ground to support them…in the lions den.  Any attempts to escape are too risky at the moment and invitations to visit the outside world are rejected without providing passage for all the inmates – 56 more days.

More to come…

Spawn of Mr. ODP

I remember it like it was yesterday.  My wife and I were sitting nervously in the clinic, waiting to hear our child’s heartbeat for the first time.  The doctor arrived and began to exam the parasites host, my wife, and turned on the speakers.  There it was, the most captivating sound I had ever heard, our first child’s heartbeat.

Tears of joy, relief, and wonderment streamed while we imagined what the future holds for this miracle housed inside my wife’s abdomen.

The look on the doctor’s face began to change, and I was quite confused as he was now sporting a “shit-eating grin”.

This was the moment the record stopped.

This was the moment where you are at a crossroads and thinking, “If I leave now, I can be in Mexico in a matter of hours.”

This was the moment the good doctor exclaimed, “You’re having twins!”

We were overjoyed, blessed, filled with unexplainable and wonderful emotions – but then the grand realization of twins, two colleges, two weddings, two of everything sank in.

I sat in bewilderment for a moment while the Dr. began to examine the twins host once again.  Something on his screen indicated that our bundle(s), plural, of joy were not only twins, but Identical Twins. At this moment, I knew for certain that God has a sense of humor, and a great one at that.

My wife, you see, has always been, for some reason or another, deathly afraid of, yes, you guessed it, Identical Twins.

The doctor began to describe the biological formation of identical twins and that there is no scientific reasoning for what causes the egg to split after fertilization – (insert me raising my hand)

“Doctor, I believe I can explain to what caused our egg to split”

“Enlighten me”, the doctor replied whilst rolling his eyes.

“I have super sperm and blew that egg in two!”, I proudly exclaimed to both his and my wife’s astonishment.

The annoyed doctor began to tell me that it, in fact, was NOT because I have “super sperm” or any other kind of biological superiority in my nether regions.

In complete disbelief I quickly rebutted, “But you can’t prove that it is not my superior sperm, now can you?”

With slight hesitation, the doctor submitted his final statement, “No, no I cannot bust your theory.”

Me: 1 – Dr. Dingus - 0

Back from the Dead

Rigor mortis was beating on my door but my 9 month sabbatical from posting verbal diarrhea has come to an end.  Many exciting, sad and horrific events have occured during my hiatus, which in turn, will be of great entertainment value to you.

A few topics on the agenda:

- I am now the proud father of twin boys, Walker and Texas-Ranger.  Yes, they actually let me leave the hospital with two infants.

- Spent 67 days living with my mother-in-law - We now refer to her home as "Compound Hades".

- Had to part ways with a long time sidekick, my 10 year old Rottweiler - she didn't escape the compound with the rest of us - I believe it was Medusa's stare that did her in.

- Cousin Eddie has made a few more visits up to the big city.

- And a few more from my past

Stay tuned...