Jewdy Blewm (or The Potato, the Ladle, and the Hammer.)

Whew! I'm takin' a break! Just did a little painting on the ceiling in a closet. Good times. I'm going to take a dinner break (the Jeanners has given me permission to get Chinese food. She's at a dinner for work.) and then I hope to get a ceiling fan installed before it's time to turn in for the night. I have a day off tomorrow (planning on starting to clean out the attic) and I am very much looking forward to it. I stopped by Joe's (Trader) on the way home from work and picked up some biscuits and bacon in preparation for it. My day off. When we were in St. Louis at the beginning of November, I was having bacon every morning at Jeannie's folks' house and I have once again ignited the flame of my love for the stuff. And then the other day I had a little bacon and egg on a biscuit and damn if it wasn't like the best day of my life.

The other day at work I bought a bunch of stuff (it's the time of year when we get an extra 10% added to our employee discount), including but not limited to:
1. a french press
2. the second in a series of five Bloom County books. I already have volume one and three. When I have all five I will have the entirety of the comic strip Bloom County. Bloom County is one of my top 7 or 8 favorite pieces of art in the whole world.
3. Many CD's, including (but not limited to): Tom Petty, Sam & Dave, Wilco, Dione Warwick, Andy Williams, Sonic Youth. Oh, also Rosemary Clooney.

I'm getting a little light headed from the paint fumes in this room. Don't worry, I won't let Jeannie come in here when she gets home. Maybe I'm just hungry.

I've had a cough for about 2 months now. Some days it's better and some days it's worse. Now that I mention it, though, I haven't really been coughing very much today. When I watch Breaking Bad, it makes me think I have cancer. I probably don't have cancer, though. Knock, knock.

That's all I got for now. I need to go call the Chinese people. It's the place that Jeannie got food poisoning from when we last ate there. Fates be damned!

You Can Stop Blaming BJ Now

BJ finally called me back. Which means I was able to tell him the news. And I heard back from Spiff, which means that he has heard the news. So now that most of the people that I needed to tell the news to have heard the news, I guess I can post the news on the blog. The Jeanners and I are expecting a baby in April. I think that everybody who reads the blog already knows, so it's not that much of a revelation, but I think it's more of like a place marker in the life of the blog. It has been weird to know for a few months and not tell other people, including our family and closest friends, and just keep it to ourselves.

Anyway, it's getting late. The Jeanners is pretty much asleep next to me on the couch. Black Friday was today. Not a big deal. Another Black Friday on the books. Work felt annoying all night long, even though it wasn't particularly annoying.

For Thanksgiving we headed up to Katie's farmhouse outside of Gettysburg. Spent a lovely day taking a hike, cooking up tasty grub, playing games, and listening to music. Really relaxing, really wonderful day spent with a good friend.

That's all I've got for now. Work tomorrow morning, so we should hit the hay.

Blame BJ

I haven't been keeping up with the blogging. I think it might be because I might be working more hours at work during the week, thus leaving less time to do things at home. I'm not sure. Whatever. I'm blaming BJ.

What's been going on? Lots and nothing. The usual. Jeannie and I cut a big-ass hole into the wall that separates our kitchen and dining room. Kinda scary, kinda exciting.



I chose this picture because the blurriness and the way I'm standing reminds me of every picture of bigfoot. The mythical creature, not the monster truck. I blame BJ for that, too.

Work has gotten a little crazy. Got a few new people working for me, which I don't like cause I hate training new people. That's probably why I'm working more hours - so the newbies work less. Fewer, I mean. Hours. BJ, again.

Today I'm heading down to a high school in Columbia (Maryland, not South America) to help set up the set for the last shows of the Midsummer tour. Then it's off to work. Oh, I'm having to work more nights now, too, which is pretty sucky because then I see the J-Dog less.

I'm done writing, for now. I'm thinking about going back to bed for an hour. But I really need to do the dishes, too. BJ's dishes.

Biscuit

A little over a week ago, Jeannie was out of town and I was home alone. I was very bored and I had already watched some CHEERS, worked on the house a little, and tried to do some reading. All my usual time-killers. But I knew that the St. Louis Cardinals were in the world series, and they were playing game 6, and if the Cards lost they would be eliminated so I decided to get online and see if I could find a broadcast or something of the game. And I haven't followed baseball (or any sport, really) since 8th grade, and when I last followed the Cardinals their manager was named "Whitey" and Ozzie Smith used to do flips before the games. So really, the only player I knew was Albert Pujols (pronounced poo holes) and I didn't give a rats ass about the Cardinals, the World Series, or baseball in general. And then I found a broadcast of the game on internet radio and turned it on and it was the 6th inning, and it was the best baseball game I've ever heard. And I was laying in the dark listening until 1am when the Cards finally won on a home run in the 11th inning. It was basically everything that is good and exciting and somewhat mythological and sacred (at least in the U.S.) about baseball distilled down into a few innings. Really amazing.

So anyway, I just wanted to write about that because it was a very strange experience for me.

The Jeanners and I are in St. Louis, in town for the impending nuptuals of E. Elz. We got in town relatively late Thursday night and it's been a good trip so far. Had some good time with the fams, and last night I went to dinner with Drew and Eric and some other dudes that I didn't know and we had a good time chatting and having drinks and smoking cigars (although I abstained from the cigars [I think if I had one it might be a little too close to a cigarette and I don't even want to tempt fate with that]) and speaking of manly things. Then we headed to a bar that was called, I think, Atomic Cowboy, that included a patio out back and a quonset hut and a bathroom without a toilet, and swing dancers and a stage. And the ladies arrived from wherever they had been out dining, probably speaking about womanly things, and I got to see Catherine and Karista and Felicity and Amy E. and meet Catherine's sister. And so we sat around and chatted and had drinks and took pictures and then Amy E. threw a Guinness glass against the wall after being egged on by someone. So that was weird. But it was a good time, and great to see Eric and Drew, and I had a lot of fun.

Today Jerns and I had lunch with my brother at the high school where he teaches, and right now she is getting a haircut, and then tonight we are meeting Uncle Rico to have some Mexican food at a restaurant that will most likely not have the word "BIG" or an animal name in its name. Which means that we will be breaking our tradition of eating in restaurants that have the word "BIG" or an animal name in their respective names.

What else?

I'm done working on the set. The tour has started in Maryland and the set is travelling around and so unless it needs mid-tour repairs I'm done.

Work has been busy, mostly getting ready for Christmas (I think it's going to be a busy holiday season this year) and getting ready for my being out of town.