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Well as of 2:42 am on April 17, 2006 (Easter Monday) I officially became an uncle. My brother Sasha and his wife Trina gave birth to their first child. A 7 lbs 12.7 oz baby boy who they named Evan Rhyse Zajkovski. After a brutal 27 hour labour and a few scares along the way, mother and son are doing fine. I will post some pics up later. They were also having a contest to see who could predict the day, sex and weight of the baby and I won all three guessing the weight bang on.

You know I find it very amusing that certain individuals on this site use there journal entries to try to secretly relay messages to others to back off and keep your nose out of other peoples business. If you want to say something to me say something, don't try to be subtle about it and hide it in a journal entry.

Now to the people who know nothing about the business I am supposedly sticking my nose in, until you get both sides of the story save your threats.

I have been really close friends with this person for a long time and the two of us enjoy each others company on many different levels.

It is not my fault that somebody fucked up and drove somebody away. I had nothing to do with that. She is a very smart person with a great head on her shoulders and she made the decision all on her own.

She knows how much I care for her and her daughter and that I am always there for her. I have altered my life and my schedule to accomadate her in many ways. Our current status of our relationship is more than I could ever dream of, so if anybody should be keeping there nose out of other peoples business it should be you guys who are to scared to just come out and say what you want directly to me.



So I guess all in all what this rant is all about is for you guys to get your facts straight, get both sides of the stories and try to stay out of my life with this person, cuz we don't share!



For the innocent person who is being caught up in the middle of this, I would like to say I'm sorry that some people are so immature, love ya, and what are we making for dinner tomorrow?