Monday, January 26, 2015

Let Me Stand Next To Your Fire

Tonight I built the greatest fire in the history of Earth.  And that's a lot of damned fires.  Seriously, though, this thing just burns perfectly, and looks great, and at one point early on had almost gone out because of damp wood but I coaxed it back to life, and it really is the best ever.  I'm glad that Jeannie and Sam were here to witness it and back me up on this.

Lately I've been alternating between total stress about the upcoming 2 nearly simultaneous shows and saying "fuck it" about the 2 nearly simultaneous upcoming shows.  Today I leaned more towards the "F it" side but made progress in other areas.

Tomorrow I spend the day with the dude.  Maybe there'll be snow?  Maybe we'll play in the snow?

Eyes...sleepy.  Must....go.....sleep........

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Midnight = Pumpkin

I'm officially a terrible blogger.  I can't seem to find any time to take 2 minutes to write 3 stupid paragraphs about my poops, my taint sweat, my kid, my wife, my job, or anything else that's happening in my life.  I apologize to anybody out there.  I will make an effort to do better.  Maybe I need to start writing for 15 minutes every morning when I get to work?

Last night Nyoka and her girlfriend came over for dinner and Train Gaming.  (Ticket to Ride).  I build a fire in the fireplace about an hour before they arrived, and it's the first time we've had a fire while Samuel was awake.  He spent the hour running back and forth between the living room and the kitchen, where he would tell Jeannie, "THERE'S A FIRE IN THE FIRE PLACE!  I'M GONNA GO CHECK IT OUT!"  And then he would run back in the living room.  It was pretty fun.  And it was fun having Nyoka and Faith over.

Tonight for dinner Jeannie made sausage which was fairly tasty but which is currently producing horrendous belches.

Work is ramping up towards Vanya and Earnest.  Life is ramping up towards kitchen and baby.  We need to pick out and buy a dishwasher.  When we have a dishwasher in our kitchen, finally, I think it's going to be the greatest fucking thing that ever fucked a fuck.  Forgive the language, but it's going to be so fucking fucking great that I won't even know what to fuck the fucking fuck fuck shit.  That's how great it's going to be.  We currently spend about an hour or an hour and a half in the basement, listening to podcasts, pretty much every night, washing and drying the fucking dishes and then carting them back upstairs and putting them away on bookshelves in the living room.  And there's a certain charm to that, I'll admit, and a certain "we'll look back at this one day as a great time" aspect to it, for sure, but I AM SO DAMNED OVER DOING THE DISHES.  ESPECIALLY IN THE BASEMENT.  Is that a first-world, white whine?  Probably.  Sorry.  I try to keep those to a minimum.   So I'm gonna stop this now to be on the safe side.  (but seriously I'm really tired of the dishes)

Just burped a sausage burp that was a little too close to a sausage vomit.

What else?  Tomorrow morning I'm looking forward to revamping our sound system a little bit.

Today I found this picture from right around Samuel's second birthday, almost a year ago, and I like this picture:

Wait!  The title of this blog!  The title comes from the fact that Jeannie and I stayed up until around midnight last night and as result we were completely fucking WIPED today.  Seriously.  This morning I was reading books to Samuel and would literally start falling asleep in the middle of sentences.  He would yell at me to wake up and finish what the hell I was saying.  Kinda embarrassing.  

Thursday, January 08, 2015

Double Poop

So my usual wake-up-at-6:15-because-my-body-is-telling-me-I-have-to-poop routine has morphed into a wake-up-at-6:15-because-my-body-is-telling-me-I-have-to-poop-and-then-go-to-work-and-take-another-poop-at-8:15 routine.  It's weird.  Both poops are at least medium-sized, too.

Plus, my nose has been making gobs of big, juicy boogers for several months now.  The kind that are extremely satisfying to blow out.  I have conflicting feelings about it.

Monday, January 05, 2015

Putter, Putter

It's nice to have more than 5 days between shows.  Our next show doesn't open until February 13th (which is actually closer than I'm picturing in my head -- but, whatever) so I spent my day today puttering around, doing little things like getting keys made and changing light bulbs and researching doorbell/intercoms.

I'm sitting now on the bed with my legs outstretched, just busted into a tub of port wine spread cheese and popped open a box of wheat thinz, getting ready to read some Desolation Angels, my favorite Kerouac.  Not a bad way to spend an evening, although if you change Kerouac to Kingsolver I probably just described the evening routine of a lot of middle-aged cat lady lesbian types.  No offense.

My New Years' resolution is to attempt to shed some of the low-confidence induced awkwardness that has crept steadily into my life since, well, I think it started when I quit smoking.  Maybe earlier,  Maybe when I left college.  Maybe when I moved to Baltimore.  Anyway, I'm going to work on getting rid of it and work on being more confident.

Samuel is, I think, starting to understand the idea that there will be a new baby here.  Tomorrow we get to spend the day together and I think we will go to our usual haunt -- the harbor.  I'm looking forward to it, especially as it's supposed to be snowing tomorrow.  I've been itching for some snow all season.