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Spontaneous Hack

Posted in Crazy Families, Home life, Kids, Random Info with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 2, 2011 by HackingVegas

I’ve been bringing you guys into my home life more over the last few weeks and here I go with another peek into what it’s like on my days off.

On Friday I normally take time trying to work on the house for a few hours and then rush off to my oldest son’s baseball practice. This normally takes us late into the night. This last Friday we got a day off and planned to enjoy a night free relaxing around the house and catching up on TV.  Around 7:45 I noticed that @JohnnyLasVegas (John Quinn, Executive Director of Casino Marketing at the Monte Carlo Las Vegas Resort and Casino)  Tweeted

At first I just blew it off and kept going through my Twitter Timeline. It would be fun but The Wife and I have been sick and I didn’t think it would be a good idea.  Then I remembered that she has a Bucket List on her blog at Thypolar Life Uncensored. One of the things she wants to do is take our kids to a show one by one. She’s taken our daughter and still needs to take the boys. Our youngest has been a fan of the JabbaWockeez from the second he watched them do their first routine on Americas Best Dance Crew. So I scrolled back and read it to The Wife. I asked if she wanted to run down to see if we could get them and she could take our youngest.  She thought about it for a minute and we were off.

We all got dressed and ran out the door. On the way down I made sure he still had the tickets.

We Rush up to the Monte Carlo hotel and I run in. We Got a Hint Saying:
 Him: You couldn’t be more right Mike RT “@MonteCarloSales: Hint…go to a bar @JohnnyLasVegas @jabbawockeez @montecarlovegas
So I hit the first bar I could think of, “The Pub” and didn’t know where to look so I asked
So I started going up to every guy that had a goatee and asking them if they were Johnny.  I got a few quick no’s and then  one guy replied with
No, But I can be”
then another replied,
“No but I’ll help you find my Johnny”.
I quickly kept going and pleaded for help
He must have felt bad
I ran over there and met with him. He was very cool and lived up to his offer.
I then ran out and called for the wife and youngest to come and get them. I walked them to the show and then walked around the casino looking for a good machine to keep me company.  I ended up turning $100 into $200 and before I knew it the show was over.  On the way to the car The youngest tried to be cool and simply said, “It was cool”. That lasted until we hit the car. as soon as the door shut he couldn’t stop talking about it.
When they sat down the had great seats
Before the show began, a Jabbawokee  snuck up behind the boy and scared him. That made his night. As the show started, the wife said that a perm-a-grin was plastered on the boy’s face.  As Far as the show goes, the wife said “it was the best show she has seen in a long time”. I urge you to got to The Wifes Posts to read about the show. and her side if this story.
I can’t thank @JohnnyLasVegas and @montecarlovegas enough for making my youngest son’s night and helping my wife check another thing off of her bucket list. It means the world to me.
My apologies to John if this isn’t the review of the show that you were expecting. The review of the JABBAWOCKEEZ show at The Monte Carlo Hotel and Casino was written by my wife who attended the show and can be found on her blog in todays post “Crossing It Off The List”

Seatbelts PLEASE

Posted in Driving Basics, Kids, Law Enforcement, Random Info with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 25, 2011 by HackingVegas


It’s Monday morning and this was a long weekend filled with ups and downs. But I’ll get into that on Wednesday. Today I’m just pulling a post from my file to make my week a little easier.

A weird thing has been taking place over the last ten years or so. The world has been embracing seat belts for our personal cars. Why do I think this is weird? Well it’s just as I said, our personal cars. When it comes to public transportation we feel better not wearing them, at least most. I know of many places that are trying to get belts on busses and trains but only a few have. Yet, towns with school busses that have belts installed have many being left unbuckled.


A lot of people say it’s the drivers duty to make sure that people are wearing them and I have to agree, for the kids. As a taxi driver in Las Vegas it is a state law that all riders wear their seat belts. We have signs posted all over the cabs and many of us even ask if you can buckle up. But I think only about 50% do. This number is up, but it’s odd when you have someone say they normally wear one but don’t feel right wearing one in a cab. People will even ask, “can I get a ticket for not wearing one?”. Which I say, “Yes you can. I won’t get it, you will.” This is the case for the adults. Kids on the other hand I will get the ticket so my cab doesn’t move until they are buckled in. I’ve even got yelled at by a mom over this. I guess they know what’s best for thier kids.

So here’s my rule on this and do with it as you please. If you’re under 18, buckle up or get out. If you’re over 18, do as you please. It’s your ticket not mine and if you don’t care about your safety so be it. This rule applies only to back seat riders. If you choose to sit up front for the love of god please listen to me when I tell you,”you can sit up here if you wear your belt”. Why do I ask this of you? Well that’s easy, it’s the DING! Yes the taxi you are riding in was made in the last 20 years and it has all kinds of wires that tell it everything.

Your butt sits down and it knows. You don’t buckle and it knows. Don’t try to trick it. Pulling the seat belt out to the length you would wear it doesn’t do it. Besides if you’re going to pull it out that far then why don’t you just click it in. You know, put the male end into the female end which is the ONLY way to make the ding stop. Don’t get in and act like you didn’t hear me ask then act shocked when the ding starts.


You: Oh is that because of me?

Me: um yeah I told you to buckle up.

You: oh, well is it ok that it’s doing that (as you grab your belt to pull it out but not buckle)

Me: No, but it’s your ticket. I’m use to people doing this.


A Hacks Day Off

Posted in Crazy Families, Driving Basics, Home life, Kids, Random Info with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 16, 2011 by HackingVegas

I work long days and look forward to them ending every second of everyday. Thursdays (which are my Fridays) are the worse day of all. Every hour feels like 2 and I find myself instant messaging my wife every hour whining about how this day will never end while she’s nose deep in school with the kids (I’m sure she loves me butting in with my whining). Friday comes and she loves me enough to let me sleep in and lounge around the house until she’s done with school. Somedays I get up and tinker around the house trying to check off the mile long list of things I want to do to the house but mostly I enjoy doing nothing.

The last month or so I’ve been talking about making pies for dessert on my days off and have never gotten to it. My grandma handed down a family recipe to THE BEST pumpkin pie ever and my wife and kids fell in love with it. The recipe yields two pies and those last about one day unless we can control our oldest.  Over time, my wife has found that I always have extra dough left over when I’m done and has asked me to make her some cinnamon crisps with the left overs. That was easy until the youngest notices the same thing and asked that I make a cinnamon roll with the left overs. So to keep the peace, and ensure the youngest doesn’t get his hand chopped off for eating moms snacks, I make all three at the same time.  I have been asked when I plan to make these over and over for the last few weeks and have said, “this week I’m sure I will” one too many times I guess.

On Thursday night we went to the boys baseball practice like normal. Little did I know that while I was at work that day the wife and three kids got together and planned an attack. I was sitting there watching the oldest run drills when the first shot came over my bow.

Youngest: So are we going to the YMCA tomorrow after school mom?

The Wife: Yeah, that’s what we talked about.

Youngest: So we did enough in school today that we don’t have much for tomorrow?

The Wife: Yes you guys did good. We only have a few things to do and we’ll take off as soon as dad is done.

WAIT! What did I just hear? Did she say “once I’m done” ? Done with what? Tomorrow is my Friday, you know my day of rest and The Daily Show watching. I act like I don’t hear that hoping it will just go away but that first shot was just a warning shot. The full attack was on its way. The practice is over and we are driving home. She now has all her back-up in the car and I have nowhere to hide and my four-legged back up is at home (we have 5 dogs 4 of which live to serve me).


Oldest: So are we still on for tomorrow?

The Wife: Yeah let me just fill Dad in on the plan


The Wife: So tomorrow I told the kids we are going to the Y after school but before we do that I need you to do something.

ME: ooook what

The Wife: Well, we have had the stuff for pies now for over 3 month and still no pies


The Wife: So I’m waking you up at 7:30 with us and you are making pies while we are in school.

ME: aaaahhhhhh (thinking of a way out)

The Wife: No, you’re going to make them or else

The car starts to rumble as the wife and kids all surround me. In a desperate attempt to save myself I yell COP! They laugh at me as the wife fires the last and final shot. She says that I will only have peas and lima beans for dinner until their demands are met.

PEAS and LIMA BEAN! the worst two things on this earth. I’ll eat anything but those. So bright and early On Friday I got up to make the house their desserts and saved me from the death they call PEAS and LIMA BEANS.

F The B

Posted in Crazy Families, Driving Basics, Kids, Random Info, Touching Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 11, 2011 by HackingVegas

……I have her by the rat’s nest she calls hair and I’m beating her head into the dash of my car when a cop pulls up. The officer jumps into action and helps me beat this bitch down until she admits she’s wrong and takes back everything she said to her son.

Ok. I’m not a big fan of physical violence and this really didn’t happen, but something like it should have happened to this god awful lady I picked up the other day. Let me fill you in.

I got a run to the airport that an insurance company is paying for. We get these all the time and in this case the insured is a young boy who’s about 12. I get to the apartments about 10 minutes before their scheduled pick up time and I just start playing on my phone until it’s time. I keep looking up to see if they are coming out and I see the blinds move. Someone is looking at me. I get out to let them know I’m ready whenever they are. I step out of the car to a front door flying open so hard it hits the wall behind it and slams shut. An older lady then comes to the door and opens it back and said her daughter will be right there.

I’m now standing there looking at an entryway that’s cluttered with clothes and random papers. A staircase is just to the left, which is also covered in papers. To the right is a small mat with blankets and a towel that’s rolled to be a makeshift pillow. While I’m waiting, the young boy comes around the corner in a wheelchair. The boy has been burned from what looks like head to toe. There are scars over every part of his body that I can see. From his shoulders to his ears are covered with skin graphs. His right hand is gone and the left is missing nearly half of its fingers. His legs are uneven which is not corrected with a shoe or brace.

I greet the boy with a good morning and ask if he’ll need any help into the car. That’s when mom pops her head out and says, “No, he’s fine. He can do it his damn self”. I simply step aside and watch this boy transfer into the car with no help. I found this impressive after all he has going on with him. Mom then comes to the entryway and throws a bag down while screaming at someone who’s just out of sight.
Mom: Where the hell is it god dammit!
Unk: I don’t know, no one has touched it since you’ve come back.
Mom: Well one of you assholes touched something. I’m missing it all.
Unk: I don’t know what to tell you. (girls name) can’t reach it and (boys name) knows better.
Mom: Well, my magazine is missing and the crossword I like is too.

She started throwing everything around her out the door and then storms. I look up and see an older lady, that I can only assume to be her mom, standing in the doorway now shaking her head. The lady got In the cab and demanded we leave. I jumped in and off we went. I didn’t think trying to talk to the lady was a good idea so I kept my hands on the wheel, eyes on the road and hoped I wouldn’t be talked to.

Within a block of the apartment I heard the first of many things that made me wish I would’ve been the one she was talking too. First I hear, “You little fuckin asshole. Are you happy? Now I have to do this shit with nothing to keep me busy.”  The boy says sorry and then there is silence for about a minute. Then mom decides she’s not done and for the rest of the trip I hear things like:

“You worthless shit. Do you really deserve this treatment?”

“What are you smiling about? Do you like making me get up this early”

“Why do I have to go through this?”

“I should’ve sent you with your dads”

She finally shut her mouth as we pulled up to the airport. I look at the boy who seems to not be phased by what just happened. I pull up to the curb and get out to grab the boys wheelchair and help him out of the car. I then shut the door and wait for mom to get out. She tries the door but little did she know that I keep my child locks on and it can only be opened from the outside.  She reaches over to the door closer to where the boy and I were standing and tries that one without success. I stand there talking to the boy acting like I didn’t notice what was going on.  She then crawls to the front seat and gets out the front passenger door. Once she’s out she looks at me pissed as hell and says,

Her: ” Did you not see me?

ME: “Oh, no. Sorry what happened?”

Her: “Fuck you asshole”

Me: “Fuck you for talking to your son that way” (boy smiles)


and she stomps off.

It’s people like this that make me look at my home life and value the family I have. My wife and kids all have medical issues that take a lot of time and energy. My wife never once has looked at it as a chore or blamed the kids for anything. We simply have made our issues a part of our life and unless we tell someone about them no one would ever know.  I don’t care how bad the issue is, I think every parent should do this and learn to be less selfish.  I love you honey and I’m proud of you and our family.

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