Not much to write about lately. Jeannie's been busy with work stuff, I've been busy with building-related stuff and work, and Sam's been sick with cold and ear infection. So he hasn't been sleeping well, which makes everyone exhausted. Although Jeannie and I are the only ones showing it. Actually, during the day he's great. All smiles, good naps, playing well. But it seems like when he's sick he just wants to take little naps during the night, too, and wake up every couple of hours and do some more playing. All of this is exacerbated by the fact that we (Jeannie) took down the bedroom door a week and a half ago to refinish it, and it is currently downstairs in the basement waiting to get painted. So at night it's kinda like he's yelling right there in the room with us even though he's down the hall. It's pretty sucky.
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This Sunday is a big party at the new building, a party for the movers and shakers of Baltimore City. A party where we hope to raise money to pay for the renovations. We're kind of banking on the fact that once people get inside the building and see how cool it is, and see the architects' plans for what the building could become, they will want to help us. I think if I had money and saw the building, I would want to help. Although I've realized over the years that I tend to not think in the same way as those people who have a lot of money. I get along with them and enjoy their company (for the most part), but I don't really think like them.
Been craving a homemade hamburger lately.
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Once in a Lifetime
Ugh, it's too early for the little dude to be up. But he sure is cute, sitting back here on the floor, playing with his toys and smiling at me. But, yes, it's too early. But I got up early with him because he's sick, all stuffed up and having trouble getting air in through all the snot. And because I want the J-Dog to try and get a little extra sleep. Who knows
Thursday, January 24, 2013
If You Were on ER, Who Would You Be?
Last night the Jeanners had to take Sam to the emergency room because he rolled off the changing table while she was getting him ready for bed. She took literally about 1 second to reach over to the left and grab a fresh diaper and he rolled right off the table. She said that after he hit the floor he was stunned for a few seconds, then he started wailing, his eyes rolled up into his head, and he threw up. So that was enough cause to take him to the ER, I think.
She called me at work and told me what happened, and I met her at the hospital, and by the time I got there about 30 minutes after it had happened, he looked and acted pretty normal. One of the doctors noticed that he had a big ol' knot on the back of his head, and that combined with the fact that he threw up made them decide to do a CT scan to make sure there wasn't any internal bleeding or anything. So they checked him out, and everything looked ok, but they decided to keep us in the hospital overnight so they could keep an eye on him. He's seemed fine and back to his normal, smiley, cute self. So we got home this morning at around 10, and I pretty much spent the rest of the day in bed until I had to get ready to go to work this evening. The Jeanners, I think, also turned in pretty early. She's asleep now in the other room. By the way, I would also just like to say that I have reached to pick up a fresh diaper with him on the changing table about 500 times, so it's pure chance that it happened while she was here and not me.
I actually really kinda like hospitals. I mean, I hate being in one tiny cramped room for extended periods of time, just waiting. And I hated the experience of Sam's delivery, but as far as the people go, and the actual buildings, I really love them. My experience has been that the people are all really nice, or super talented and efficient and pleasantly confident, or a combination of all of those things. And the buildings have all been clean, and efficient, and have the combined qualities of a super-insulated hush and a noisy bustle. I don't know. Maybe it's because I've always been at the hospital because of someone else's situation. Maybe I wouldn't like hospitals if I was the one who was sick or if I was the one having a baby pulled out of my loins.
In other news, my Dad went skiing for the first time today. He's 75. My mom got him a gift certificate to go skiing at this place near their house. I think it's something that he's wanted to do for a long while. He's always been pretty athletic, although in a run-all-day sort of way rather than a get-pumped-and-huge sort of way. Anyway, I am weirdly proud of him, because I know that he was excited but also nervous and scared about it, too. And trying new things is not usually his strong suit. So I'm glad that my Mom got him the gift, although if he had hurt himself (a pretty good possibility), I probably would've said she was crazy for giving him the gift.
Anyway, let's all try something new tomorrow that scares us a little bit. Also, let's avoid trips to the emergency room. Is it possible to do both?
She called me at work and told me what happened, and I met her at the hospital, and by the time I got there about 30 minutes after it had happened, he looked and acted pretty normal. One of the doctors noticed that he had a big ol' knot on the back of his head, and that combined with the fact that he threw up made them decide to do a CT scan to make sure there wasn't any internal bleeding or anything. So they checked him out, and everything looked ok, but they decided to keep us in the hospital overnight so they could keep an eye on him. He's seemed fine and back to his normal, smiley, cute self. So we got home this morning at around 10, and I pretty much spent the rest of the day in bed until I had to get ready to go to work this evening. The Jeanners, I think, also turned in pretty early. She's asleep now in the other room. By the way, I would also just like to say that I have reached to pick up a fresh diaper with him on the changing table about 500 times, so it's pure chance that it happened while she was here and not me.
I actually really kinda like hospitals. I mean, I hate being in one tiny cramped room for extended periods of time, just waiting. And I hated the experience of Sam's delivery, but as far as the people go, and the actual buildings, I really love them. My experience has been that the people are all really nice, or super talented and efficient and pleasantly confident, or a combination of all of those things. And the buildings have all been clean, and efficient, and have the combined qualities of a super-insulated hush and a noisy bustle. I don't know. Maybe it's because I've always been at the hospital because of someone else's situation. Maybe I wouldn't like hospitals if I was the one who was sick or if I was the one having a baby pulled out of my loins.
In other news, my Dad went skiing for the first time today. He's 75. My mom got him a gift certificate to go skiing at this place near their house. I think it's something that he's wanted to do for a long while. He's always been pretty athletic, although in a run-all-day sort of way rather than a get-pumped-and-huge sort of way. Anyway, I am weirdly proud of him, because I know that he was excited but also nervous and scared about it, too. And trying new things is not usually his strong suit. So I'm glad that my Mom got him the gift, although if he had hurt himself (a pretty good possibility), I probably would've said she was crazy for giving him the gift.
Anyway, let's all try something new tomorrow that scares us a little bit. Also, let's avoid trips to the emergency room. Is it possible to do both?
Friday, January 18, 2013
2 Birds
Earlier this evening, I was going to write a blog post called "2 Birds," which referred to me going to the bathroom and writing in my blog at the same time. I decided it was too crass, and didn't do it.
Then the Jeanners and I watched "Sleepwalk With Me" and had a fire. It was pretty wonderful. We've been having quite a few fires lately, and I have to say, I'm really enjoying them. Sitting by the fire with Jerns and watching a movie while the lil' dude is sleeping feels pretty perfect. Although at the moment I smell like a campfire, which I'm not really a fan of. But it's worth it, I suppose.
Tomorrow we meet Ian at the new building to map out a plan of attack for the 'day of service' on Monday, during which time a bunch of people will show up at the building prepared to clean and repair and spruce up, and it is my job to have jobs for everyone and keep things running smoothly and try and make sure that everything gets done the way I want it done.
Maybe tomorrow morning there will also be time for Tasty Breakfast before I have to leave for work.
Don't feel like writing anymore.
Then the Jeanners and I watched "Sleepwalk With Me" and had a fire. It was pretty wonderful. We've been having quite a few fires lately, and I have to say, I'm really enjoying them. Sitting by the fire with Jerns and watching a movie while the lil' dude is sleeping feels pretty perfect. Although at the moment I smell like a campfire, which I'm not really a fan of. But it's worth it, I suppose.
Tomorrow we meet Ian at the new building to map out a plan of attack for the 'day of service' on Monday, during which time a bunch of people will show up at the building prepared to clean and repair and spruce up, and it is my job to have jobs for everyone and keep things running smoothly and try and make sure that everything gets done the way I want it done.
Maybe tomorrow morning there will also be time for Tasty Breakfast before I have to leave for work.
Don't feel like writing anymore.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
The Continuing Adventures of Don & Jenny
Tonight at work I was hit by a couple of different waves of nostalgia. Nostalgia for all the various folks who have worked in the music dept. with me over the last 10 years and who have (mostly) gone on to bigger and better things, and with whom I used to have a decent amount of fun amidst the soul-crushing boredom and soul-sucking Customers.
Then had a smack of nostalgia for the days of hanging out with Ron R. back at Truman. Made me decide that a goal for the summer (or whenever we happen to visit the Midwest) is to take a day to drive up to K-ville and have lunch with Ron. I haven't seen him since me and J-Dog's wedding.
I am typing this on a new computer that Jeannie and I purchased off the website WOOT after receiving a "heads up" from Jeannie's brother (who knew that we had been looking for a new computer). Anyway, this new computer is pretty snazzy and has a backlit keyboard that I am currently taking advantage of. It also has a hard drive large enough to fit all of our music files, which is pretty exciting. Now I can listen to Fischer J. Price without having to hook up an external drive. Maybe 2 people just got that joke.
YOU DO NOT EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHAT JEANNIE IS DOING RIGHT NOW.
I got keys to the new building, which is exciting, although the waiting around for the full-time job to start is starting to make me a little nuts. So close yet so far away.
I bought a CD the other day of Jack Kerouac doing some reading over some piano playing by Steve Allen. I really like it, but I think you'd need to be a pretty hardcore Kerouac fan already in order to enjoy it. I'm really surprised by how much he sounds like Allen Ginsberg when he's reading. Maybe he was trying to imitate Ginsberg or Ginsberg was trying to imitate him, but there are lines where it really sounds like Ginsberg reading.
Alright, Jeannie wants to go to bed so I must stop writing or go to another room or something.
Then had a smack of nostalgia for the days of hanging out with Ron R. back at Truman. Made me decide that a goal for the summer (or whenever we happen to visit the Midwest) is to take a day to drive up to K-ville and have lunch with Ron. I haven't seen him since me and J-Dog's wedding.
I am typing this on a new computer that Jeannie and I purchased off the website WOOT after receiving a "heads up" from Jeannie's brother (who knew that we had been looking for a new computer). Anyway, this new computer is pretty snazzy and has a backlit keyboard that I am currently taking advantage of. It also has a hard drive large enough to fit all of our music files, which is pretty exciting. Now I can listen to Fischer J. Price without having to hook up an external drive. Maybe 2 people just got that joke.
YOU DO NOT EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHAT JEANNIE IS DOING RIGHT NOW.
I got keys to the new building, which is exciting, although the waiting around for the full-time job to start is starting to make me a little nuts. So close yet so far away.
I bought a CD the other day of Jack Kerouac doing some reading over some piano playing by Steve Allen. I really like it, but I think you'd need to be a pretty hardcore Kerouac fan already in order to enjoy it. I'm really surprised by how much he sounds like Allen Ginsberg when he's reading. Maybe he was trying to imitate Ginsberg or Ginsberg was trying to imitate him, but there are lines where it really sounds like Ginsberg reading.
Alright, Jeannie wants to go to bed so I must stop writing or go to another room or something.
Monday, January 07, 2013
Best Day Evah
Saturday ended up being pretty much the best day ever. It all turned out exactly as described: the breakfast was huge and awesome (eggs, pancakes, fauxsage, toast, juice, all covered in syrup), and there was a family trip to the market and some napping, and Nyoka came over for dinner, and we christened the new fireplace doors (which worked fairly awesomely) and watched Gran Torino, which is a movie that we've been attempting watch for like 2 years now.
I've got the next two days off work, and I'd like to get out of the house with the little dude, bu not sure what I should do. I'd like to go somewheres indoors because the cold weather seems to be giving him some windburn on his delicate little cheeks. I think it's probably time for him to start growing a beard.
Work has gone back to being ridiculously boring.
Nothing else going on, so I shan't bore you with unnecessary blah blah blah-ing.
I've got the next two days off work, and I'd like to get out of the house with the little dude, bu not sure what I should do. I'd like to go somewheres indoors because the cold weather seems to be giving him some windburn on his delicate little cheeks. I think it's probably time for him to start growing a beard.
Work has gone back to being ridiculously boring.
Nothing else going on, so I shan't bore you with unnecessary blah blah blah-ing.
Friday, January 04, 2013
Twenty Thirteen
Tomorrow Jeannie and I both have the day off. We'll start it with a family trip trip to the market and then a lumberjack breakfast for the lady and myself. Then maybe we'll try and get some shit done around the house. Maybe it'll actually work.
Been busy at work the last week or so, getting things back to normal after the X-mas rush. All-in-all, work was not too bad.
Had a low-key New Years'. Katie the World Traveler and her beau, Than, came over, and we chatted and looked at pictures and ate some homemade pizza and then we were all in bed by 10:30. Wild and crazy, indeed. Woken up at midnight by fireworks and (presumably) gunfire.
Sam has been super cute lately.
CSC will officially take over the building downtown soon. On the 8th we'll go in and see what needs immediate cleaning up so that we can have rehearsals in there, and also start getting it ready for a fancy-schmancy potential donor party in February. Exciting times.
I feel like I have a little bit of heartburn, although I have there's no reason I should have heartburn.
Been busy at work the last week or so, getting things back to normal after the X-mas rush. All-in-all, work was not too bad.
Had a low-key New Years'. Katie the World Traveler and her beau, Than, came over, and we chatted and looked at pictures and ate some homemade pizza and then we were all in bed by 10:30. Wild and crazy, indeed. Woken up at midnight by fireworks and (presumably) gunfire.
Sam has been super cute lately.
CSC will officially take over the building downtown soon. On the 8th we'll go in and see what needs immediate cleaning up so that we can have rehearsals in there, and also start getting it ready for a fancy-schmancy potential donor party in February. Exciting times.
I feel like I have a little bit of heartburn, although I have there's no reason I should have heartburn.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Mayans Lie
The Jeanners and I are back home after spending a few days in St. Louis for Christmas. It is good to be home, good to have Sam back somewhere familiar where there's room to stretch out a little bit, and time to take him outside, and time to just sit and play and have life get back to normal. The traveling and X-mas parties and such really threw off his schedule and he was waking up in the middle of the night, ready to start his day, and just made him a little bit crazy. Which made Jeannie and I pretty exhausted for a lot of the trip (except for when Jeannie's Mom took Sam for a few hours and I got to take the greatest 4-hour nap of my life. Seriously, it was the nap that I've been waiting to take ever since the little Dude's been born.), and a little crazy, too.
Work ended up being not too damned bad this year, probably the most pleasant holiday season I've ever had there. No real pain-in-the-ass customers, adequate # of people scheduled, etc.
My favorite parts of the Christmas break were: getting to spend some time with Jerns' brother and Grandma, both of whom were staying at Jeannie's folks' house, hanging out with E. Elz and J. Knese sans Sam and feeling a little bit like the hip adult that I no longer am, and chatting with some nieces and nephews about relationships and how generally sucky it is to be in your twenties and faced with some life decisions that seem to be (and I guess are) monumental and life-defining. Anyway, I do not envy any of them right now, and I'm glad my twenties are over and that I made a few big choices back then and that the choices seem to be working out pretty well.
Katie the World Traveler will be at our home soon, fresh from the wilds of Africa. It'll be good to catch up and see the girl again after an absence of a few months.
It feels good to be home! I don't even mind being up before 6 this morning because I am up before 6 in my own damned home!
Work ended up being not too damned bad this year, probably the most pleasant holiday season I've ever had there. No real pain-in-the-ass customers, adequate # of people scheduled, etc.
My favorite parts of the Christmas break were: getting to spend some time with Jerns' brother and Grandma, both of whom were staying at Jeannie's folks' house, hanging out with E. Elz and J. Knese sans Sam and feeling a little bit like the hip adult that I no longer am, and chatting with some nieces and nephews about relationships and how generally sucky it is to be in your twenties and faced with some life decisions that seem to be (and I guess are) monumental and life-defining. Anyway, I do not envy any of them right now, and I'm glad my twenties are over and that I made a few big choices back then and that the choices seem to be working out pretty well.
Katie the World Traveler will be at our home soon, fresh from the wilds of Africa. It'll be good to catch up and see the girl again after an absence of a few months.
It feels good to be home! I don't even mind being up before 6 this morning because I am up before 6 in my own damned home!
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Solo
The Jeanners left town yesterday morning, early, in a mess of holiday travelers at the airport, and it's quite a story. But it's her story, so I'll let her have the opportunity to tell it if she wants to. I'll just give this teaser trailer: picture the J-Dog running through a packed BWI airport, with no shoes or belt, carrying Sam, trying to get to her gate. At like 6:30 in the morning.
Anyway, so they're gone, and I am stuck here tending the home fires. Been at work yesterday and today, and it's been super-busy, but really no Christmas-ruining moments or anything. I haven't blown up and cussed out my boss this year or anything. And I gave my co-workers their Christmas presents and they all seemed to like them. Especially the hypercolor t-shirts I got my boss and another co-worker. I'm pretty happy with those gifts.
So last night after work I passed the time by wrapping presents and giving myself a haircut. Tonight I installed our fireplace doors (went relatively smoothly). Tomorrow after work it's clean house and pack clothes. Monday is work and then flight to St. Lou and then Jeannie's family's Christmas party. It'll be nice to see the Jeanners and the Little Dude. Tonight when I got home from work I went to hang up my coat and I saw his little red jacket hanging on the hook and it made me miss him. Although last night I was looking forward to having a Sam-less night of uninterrupted sleep and sleeping in (until 7:15). But I still ended up waking up at 3 in the morning and then again at 5, thinking that I was hearing him. I wasn't. Although when I talked to Jerns on the phone tonight she said that Sam's schedule was all sorts of screwed up and that he ended up waking up this morning at like 3 in the morning. Ugh. I hope he is a little closer to normal by the time I get to St. Louis.
I think that's all I've got. Another busy day tomorrow, I'm sure.
Anyway, so they're gone, and I am stuck here tending the home fires. Been at work yesterday and today, and it's been super-busy, but really no Christmas-ruining moments or anything. I haven't blown up and cussed out my boss this year or anything. And I gave my co-workers their Christmas presents and they all seemed to like them. Especially the hypercolor t-shirts I got my boss and another co-worker. I'm pretty happy with those gifts.
So last night after work I passed the time by wrapping presents and giving myself a haircut. Tonight I installed our fireplace doors (went relatively smoothly). Tomorrow after work it's clean house and pack clothes. Monday is work and then flight to St. Lou and then Jeannie's family's Christmas party. It'll be nice to see the Jeanners and the Little Dude. Tonight when I got home from work I went to hang up my coat and I saw his little red jacket hanging on the hook and it made me miss him. Although last night I was looking forward to having a Sam-less night of uninterrupted sleep and sleeping in (until 7:15). But I still ended up waking up at 3 in the morning and then again at 5, thinking that I was hearing him. I wasn't. Although when I talked to Jerns on the phone tonight she said that Sam's schedule was all sorts of screwed up and that he ended up waking up this morning at like 3 in the morning. Ugh. I hope he is a little closer to normal by the time I get to St. Louis.
I think that's all I've got. Another busy day tomorrow, I'm sure.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like St. Patrick's Day
Well here it is, a week before Christmas and it's like 60 degrees and sunny and moist. Very spring-like. I'm about to take a walk to the liquor store with Sambone. I love taking little kids to liquor stores. I don't know why, exactly. But it's not as bad as it sounds, because in Baltimore you can't really buy any alcohol (beer, wine, anything) except at a liquor store, with very few exceptions. So it's not like I can just run down to Schnucks and pick up a six pack. So off to the liquor store we go. And geez, this time it's not even for me, it's for a co-worker's X-mas present. So get off my back, already!
So anyway, it's really eerie not having any winter weather, like, ever, but I guess I might as well take the little dude outside and enjoy it a bit. I've been working more day shifts at work lately and so there have been more days where I haven't gotten to spend much time with the dude, so it's been nice to hang out with him today. And I've gotten a bunch of laundry done and some cleaning done so that after we leave town and come back we're not coming back to a place that is dirty and shitty, which is always a downer after the holidays.
We got our fireplace doors the other day! Woo-Hoo! Just in time for the 60 degree days of winter. Now I just have to install them. Should I try and install them while Jeannie and Sam are out of town this weekend (which will be easier because there will be less baby around when the hammer-drilling is occurring) or should I do it sometime when Jeannie is here so that she can talk me out of suicide when I get in over my head and screw everything up?
Alright. I should really go pay attention to the kid over there.
So anyway, it's really eerie not having any winter weather, like, ever, but I guess I might as well take the little dude outside and enjoy it a bit. I've been working more day shifts at work lately and so there have been more days where I haven't gotten to spend much time with the dude, so it's been nice to hang out with him today. And I've gotten a bunch of laundry done and some cleaning done so that after we leave town and come back we're not coming back to a place that is dirty and shitty, which is always a downer after the holidays.
We got our fireplace doors the other day! Woo-Hoo! Just in time for the 60 degree days of winter. Now I just have to install them. Should I try and install them while Jeannie and Sam are out of town this weekend (which will be easier because there will be less baby around when the hammer-drilling is occurring) or should I do it sometime when Jeannie is here so that she can talk me out of suicide when I get in over my head and screw everything up?
Alright. I should really go pay attention to the kid over there.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Laser Light Show
Jeannie and I have changed our schedules such that she now goes in to the office on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and then I go into work on Thursday night. So I'm finishing up the third day in a row of hanging with the little dude and I have to say, I'm a little bored. Not that there isn't literally tons of stuff that I could be doing (literally - if you wrote down everything productive that I could possibly be doing on its own little scrap of paper, and then put all of those scraps of paper in a Rubbermaid [TM] tub, that Rubbermaid [TM] tub would weigh one ton), but it's just that all of the things I could be doing are 1000 times more difficult to do while watching a child than they would be if I wasn't watching a child. So I think to myself, "Oh, I'll just hang out here with the kid, and then I'll do __________ when Jeannie's home and I don't have to watch the kid." Except that whenever Jeannie's home I just want to hang out and play with her, so nothing ever gets done. And I'm bored.
Anyway, nothing too exciting going on. Did some Christmas shopping, although I did most of my Christmas shopping this year either online or over the phone.
The Jeanners heads to St. Louis a week from tomorrow, and then I'll be following a few days after that. It'll be another quick trip this year, but hopefully we'll get to see everybody we want to see.
The other night in bed I put on a laser light show with two flashlights. It was OK.
Anyway, nothing too exciting going on. Did some Christmas shopping, although I did most of my Christmas shopping this year either online or over the phone.
The Jeanners heads to St. Louis a week from tomorrow, and then I'll be following a few days after that. It'll be another quick trip this year, but hopefully we'll get to see everybody we want to see.
The other night in bed I put on a laser light show with two flashlights. It was OK.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Sorry, Mom and Dad
I would just like to say that I'm not normally the type of person who uses the expression "cocksucker" lightly in public. And even though my mind is very often a filthy cesspool, I try and keep that shit to myself amongst those with whom I am not very closely acquainted.
I blame the lack of sleep. Which, by the way, seems to have been solved by two Nyquil-filled nights.
Oh, and shit doesn't really count as a bad word anymore, does it?
I blame the lack of sleep. Which, by the way, seems to have been solved by two Nyquil-filled nights.
Oh, and shit doesn't really count as a bad word anymore, does it?
Saturday, December 08, 2012
I would like to catch up on sleep, you cocksuckers.
You know, I thought that once the kid started sleeping through the night that life would get rosy again and I'd never feel sleepy again. But it turns out that because he wakes up every day sometime between 4 and 5 in the morning, I'm just as tired now as when he was waking up at 2 in the morning and then going back to sleep until around 7 or so. Damn you, baby boy!
Here's what I want: elves watch the baby for about 2 days, Jeannie goes away (if she was here I would want to hang out with her. Plus, her incessant coughing has been keeping me awake), and I sleep for 2 days. I think 2 days would do it. Get me caught up. I just need a little catch up. Probably I should just go to bed right now.
Everybody's been sick lately, especially Jeannie, and me only a little bit. It's felt like for about 4 days now that I was about to get sick, but then I never actually get sick. Just sinus pressure in the head and a little congestion and the hint of a sore throat in the mornings. Jeannie had the full blown thing with running nose and coughing and bleagh and blarg (meaning just general crappiness). Sam had runny runny with big snot bubbles coming out of his nose when he laughed or breathed.
Work has not gotten shitty yet, but shittiness is looming on the horizon, like a flock of crows ready to take a collective dump on the windshield that is my work life.
Weird thing is that I've actually been having trouble sleeping when it comes time to make sleepy sleepy. I get into bed and start thinking about too many things, and I have the damned Travolta/Newton-John christmas CD running through my head. Ugh.
Enough for now. Bastante.
I'm now going to send my mom an e-mail with a video of my kid taking a bath.
Here's what I want: elves watch the baby for about 2 days, Jeannie goes away (if she was here I would want to hang out with her. Plus, her incessant coughing has been keeping me awake), and I sleep for 2 days. I think 2 days would do it. Get me caught up. I just need a little catch up. Probably I should just go to bed right now.
Everybody's been sick lately, especially Jeannie, and me only a little bit. It's felt like for about 4 days now that I was about to get sick, but then I never actually get sick. Just sinus pressure in the head and a little congestion and the hint of a sore throat in the mornings. Jeannie had the full blown thing with running nose and coughing and bleagh and blarg (meaning just general crappiness). Sam had runny runny with big snot bubbles coming out of his nose when he laughed or breathed.
Work has not gotten shitty yet, but shittiness is looming on the horizon, like a flock of crows ready to take a collective dump on the windshield that is my work life.
Weird thing is that I've actually been having trouble sleeping when it comes time to make sleepy sleepy. I get into bed and start thinking about too many things, and I have the damned Travolta/Newton-John christmas CD running through my head. Ugh.
Enough for now. Bastante.
I'm now going to send my mom an e-mail with a video of my kid taking a bath.
Monday, December 03, 2012
The Lord of the Danneriliion (or, There but not Back Again)
I am currently in the midst of re-reading a bunch of JRR Tolkien stuff. Haven't read it since I was about 12 or 13. Reading The Hobbit at work and The Silmarillion at home. Enjoying them both. It's pretty amazing how different his 3 major works are (those 2 plus the Lord of the Rings), and yet they all tell different parts of the same massive story. Quite a body of work. I think that the Silmarillion is my favorite. Very lush and poetic storytelling. Not much dialogue. Pretty much my favorite type of writing. I remember when I was a kid reading books I would pretty much skip any paragraph that looked like it might be descriptive, and just jump to the dialogue. Now I'm essentially the opposite.
Also, and I know I'm about 3-5 years late on this, I have started using Spotify, which is pretty danged awesome. I'm a little curious about how it's NOT going to prevent anyone involved in music from making any money. Or at least prevent people involved in music from making the gobs of money that they 1) used to make 2) might have one day made 3) dream of making one day. Still, as a listener, it's pretty danged awesome.
The Sambone has a bit of a cold. Poor little dude. [He's still in a pretty decent mood, though, although I'm currently starving him a little bit to try and wait until Jeannie gets home to feed him. Cause I know she'll be ready to feed him when she gets home and that way she won't have to pump. I hope she's not mad at me for revealing the secret that she sometimes pumps milk out of her breasts in order to feed our young baby.]
If she is mad at me, I might erase the bracketed text, along with this and the next sentence. If I do have to erase it, I will replace it with this sentence:
"Well, that's all I've got right now. Gotta poop!"
Also, and I know I'm about 3-5 years late on this, I have started using Spotify, which is pretty danged awesome. I'm a little curious about how it's NOT going to prevent anyone involved in music from making any money. Or at least prevent people involved in music from making the gobs of money that they 1) used to make 2) might have one day made 3) dream of making one day. Still, as a listener, it's pretty danged awesome.
The Sambone has a bit of a cold. Poor little dude. [He's still in a pretty decent mood, though, although I'm currently starving him a little bit to try and wait until Jeannie gets home to feed him. Cause I know she'll be ready to feed him when she gets home and that way she won't have to pump. I hope she's not mad at me for revealing the secret that she sometimes pumps milk out of her breasts in order to feed our young baby.]
If she is mad at me, I might erase the bracketed text, along with this and the next sentence. If I do have to erase it, I will replace it with this sentence:
"Well, that's all I've got right now. Gotta poop!"
Monday, November 26, 2012
Terders and faerts
If I had a time machine right now, and could travel to any time or place I desired, I would go back in time and not eat whatever is was that I ate that is making my farts smell like this.
You should feel bad for me because, for about a day and a half, I have had several songs from the new John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John Xmas CD stuck in my head. Specifically, "This Christmas," and "Baby It's Cold Outside" (which somehow manages to sound, simultaneously, exactly the same as every other version of "Baby It's Cold Outside" you've ever heard AND worse than every other version of "Baby It's Cold Outside" you've ever heard).
My son has started making solid turds. It's weird. I know I should be happy about this because it means that he's healthy, and he's processing solid food well and able to move it through the ol' alimentary canal well, but it really makes me kinda sad. It's almost a little too adult, like he's started carrying a little briefcase around or reading the Wall Street Journal or something.
Work, so far, has been not-too-bad this holiday season. The worst is yet to come.
I just want to go on record as saying autumn seemed especially long and especially beautiful this year. It also seems like it's almost over.
I just Googled 'alimentary canal' to make sure I was using it correctly. It's been a long time since grade school science class and I've forgotten a lot. Turns out, though, that I'm a fucking genius on this one.
I also just Googled 'genius' because it looked funny.
I'm off work tomorrow. I will be babysitting Dr. Babykins, however, so I'm not planning on doing anything productive or exciting. I am merely planning on having a fun day with my little dude, maybe going for a walk, singing some songs, doing some standing, having some "play-by-your-fucking-self" time, and of couse meals and naps.
Also considering buying Christmas lights! Multicolored ones if I can find 'em.
You should feel bad for me because, for about a day and a half, I have had several songs from the new John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John Xmas CD stuck in my head. Specifically, "This Christmas," and "Baby It's Cold Outside" (which somehow manages to sound, simultaneously, exactly the same as every other version of "Baby It's Cold Outside" you've ever heard AND worse than every other version of "Baby It's Cold Outside" you've ever heard).
My son has started making solid turds. It's weird. I know I should be happy about this because it means that he's healthy, and he's processing solid food well and able to move it through the ol' alimentary canal well, but it really makes me kinda sad. It's almost a little too adult, like he's started carrying a little briefcase around or reading the Wall Street Journal or something.
Work, so far, has been not-too-bad this holiday season. The worst is yet to come.
I just want to go on record as saying autumn seemed especially long and especially beautiful this year. It also seems like it's almost over.
I just Googled 'alimentary canal' to make sure I was using it correctly. It's been a long time since grade school science class and I've forgotten a lot. Turns out, though, that I'm a fucking genius on this one.
I also just Googled 'genius' because it looked funny.
I'm off work tomorrow. I will be babysitting Dr. Babykins, however, so I'm not planning on doing anything productive or exciting. I am merely planning on having a fun day with my little dude, maybe going for a walk, singing some songs, doing some standing, having some "play-by-your-fucking-self" time, and of couse meals and naps.
Also considering buying Christmas lights! Multicolored ones if I can find 'em.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Quadriplegic Dogs of the Snowlands
If you were trying to find pictures of dogs that had skis for legs (or skids) you might try typing the title of this post into Google (or the search engine of your choice). Or you might not. Anyway, we tried it last night and we were unable to find any pictures of dogs with skis for legs. They must be out there. It was pretty easy finding pictures of dogs with wheels for legs, though.
Had a good time with Beej and Aimee last night, although Abby couldn't make it. We ended up not playing any games, though, just eating some very average food and talking a lot and drinking drinks and then talking about "getting Snood." I got a little bit tipsy, but comfortably tipsy. I wasn't falling over or anything and I didn't wake up with a hangover. Which is good, because Sam was up at his usual 6am and HE WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY HUNGOVER PLAYMATES. Do not test him on this point.
Tomorrow is Turkey Day, and the Jeanners and I have no real plans, just lots of little stuff we'd like to do. We will be missing the Ohio crew and Uncle Rico. Haven't talked to Rico in awhile, and I hope he is doing well. Hopefully we'll be able to catch up at Christmastime in St. Lou.
I've been playing a little bit of Super Mario Bros. 2 lately. I never played it very much as a kid. I'm not very good at it. In fact, I'm downright bad. But you know what? There are lots of other things that I'm ok at so I don't feel too bad about it. I could probably beat you at ping-pong so shut up.
Now I'm in a bad mood. Thanks a lot. Happy Thanksgiving.
Had a good time with Beej and Aimee last night, although Abby couldn't make it. We ended up not playing any games, though, just eating some very average food and talking a lot and drinking drinks and then talking about "getting Snood." I got a little bit tipsy, but comfortably tipsy. I wasn't falling over or anything and I didn't wake up with a hangover. Which is good, because Sam was up at his usual 6am and HE WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY HUNGOVER PLAYMATES. Do not test him on this point.
Tomorrow is Turkey Day, and the Jeanners and I have no real plans, just lots of little stuff we'd like to do. We will be missing the Ohio crew and Uncle Rico. Haven't talked to Rico in awhile, and I hope he is doing well. Hopefully we'll be able to catch up at Christmastime in St. Lou.
I've been playing a little bit of Super Mario Bros. 2 lately. I never played it very much as a kid. I'm not very good at it. In fact, I'm downright bad. But you know what? There are lots of other things that I'm ok at so I don't feel too bad about it. I could probably beat you at ping-pong so shut up.
Now I'm in a bad mood. Thanks a lot. Happy Thanksgiving.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Prepping for the Beej
Tomorrow night A-Train, the Beej and his betrothed, Abby, are coming over for a dinner of pizza (or some other carryout food), and games. I am tres excited about this. Tres means "very" in Franch. I like to say "Franch" more than "French" because it is more fun. Sometimes I ask Sam if he wants to French kiss. And then I go in for a French but he doesn't do anything.
Tomorrow I have to give myself a haircut. I also have to clean the bathroom. I also have to go to the grocery store and buy tonic, Coke, Sprite, eggs, and some sort of snack chip. Also have to go to the liquor store and buy gin and beer. I also have to sweep some areas of the floor in our house, most especially the bathroom floor, the hallway, and our bedroom. Originally, cleaning the kitchen was on my list of things to do tomorrow, but the J-Dog cleaned the kitchen while I was at work tonight. She has earned my love for another week or so.
Sam went like 4 days without pooping. He is normally a pretty regular guy, so I was worried when he went like 4 days without pooping.
Awhile ago I wrote about a lung issue that I was having. I am happy to report that the lung issue seems to have gone away. I haven't had to use the inhaler for about 2 months now.
I gotta poop, and it's getting so I can't think straight because of it. So I'm gonna do us both a favor and stop writing now.
Tomorrow I have to give myself a haircut. I also have to clean the bathroom. I also have to go to the grocery store and buy tonic, Coke, Sprite, eggs, and some sort of snack chip. Also have to go to the liquor store and buy gin and beer. I also have to sweep some areas of the floor in our house, most especially the bathroom floor, the hallway, and our bedroom. Originally, cleaning the kitchen was on my list of things to do tomorrow, but the J-Dog cleaned the kitchen while I was at work tonight. She has earned my love for another week or so.
Sam went like 4 days without pooping. He is normally a pretty regular guy, so I was worried when he went like 4 days without pooping.
Awhile ago I wrote about a lung issue that I was having. I am happy to report that the lung issue seems to have gone away. I haven't had to use the inhaler for about 2 months now.
I gotta poop, and it's getting so I can't think straight because of it. So I'm gonna do us both a favor and stop writing now.
Monday, November 12, 2012
To Be Young, Gifted, and Black
In a few minutes it will be the J-Dog and my 8th anniversary. Woo-Hoo! Happy Anniversary to us!
We are not really going to be doing anything special for this one. The Jeanners is working tomorrow, and I'm taking Sam over to the CSC offices while I have a meeting with Ian about lighting in the new building. Then we're tentatively planning on getting some carryout from Koco's for dinner.
One thing we did do yesterday, that was not officially anniversary-related but does fit in nicely with the idea of us getting something nice for ourselves, was buy some adult furniture. Adult furniture where the different pieces match each other. Pretty crazy shit. But anyway, our front room, which hitherto had been pretty much just a storage room for baby equipment, is starting to look like a real live living room. It's looking like this:
Imagine me rubbing your feet and playing guitar while you lay on the couch and a fire burns slowly in the fireplace behind our new fireplace doors (not pictured) and we eat nachos. Actually, we're gonna try not to eat while we're on the furniture, because pretty much everything I eat has either tomato sauce or salsa in it, and it is impossible for me to eat anything without spilling some on myself or the world around me.
Sam has turned into a pretty decent sleeper. He's been going to bed around 6-6:30pm and sleeping until around 4:30 or 5am. It's pretty awesomefor Jeannie and I to have the evening to ourselves, although his early bedtime does cut into our cocaine and sex party routine.
I think that's all I got. The title of this post was taken from a Nina Simone song that has been in my head because we've been listening to the Meshell Ndegeocello cover at work. She also does a cover of Leonard Cohen's "Suzanne" that is pretty awesome.
We are not really going to be doing anything special for this one. The Jeanners is working tomorrow, and I'm taking Sam over to the CSC offices while I have a meeting with Ian about lighting in the new building. Then we're tentatively planning on getting some carryout from Koco's for dinner.
One thing we did do yesterday, that was not officially anniversary-related but does fit in nicely with the idea of us getting something nice for ourselves, was buy some adult furniture. Adult furniture where the different pieces match each other. Pretty crazy shit. But anyway, our front room, which hitherto had been pretty much just a storage room for baby equipment, is starting to look like a real live living room. It's looking like this:
Imagine me rubbing your feet and playing guitar while you lay on the couch and a fire burns slowly in the fireplace behind our new fireplace doors (not pictured) and we eat nachos. Actually, we're gonna try not to eat while we're on the furniture, because pretty much everything I eat has either tomato sauce or salsa in it, and it is impossible for me to eat anything without spilling some on myself or the world around me.
Sam has turned into a pretty decent sleeper. He's been going to bed around 6-6:30pm and sleeping until around 4:30 or 5am. It's pretty awesomefor Jeannie and I to have the evening to ourselves, although his early bedtime does cut into our cocaine and sex party routine.
I think that's all I got. The title of this post was taken from a Nina Simone song that has been in my head because we've been listening to the Meshell Ndegeocello cover at work. She also does a cover of Leonard Cohen's "Suzanne" that is pretty awesome.
Friday, November 09, 2012
Sordid Butt Juice Chanting
I went, last night, to a movie. At the theater, by myself. An 8:45 show that got out around midnight. Jeez, I haven't done that in, like, a million years! First of all, I never go to movies. Second of all, when I do go to movies I go with the J-Dog. Third of all, I am usually in bed by midnight. But anyway, I went to see Cloud Atlas, which is based on a book of the same name which I had read and enjoyed, and its scope is epic enough that I wanted to see it on the big screen. I'm glad I went. While there are parts of the movie that weren't great, and they changed some of the stuff in the book to make it a little bit more cheesy and Hollywood, I still enjoyed it. And although the movie is close to 3 hours long, there was only about 10 minutes or so where I was feeling like things were getting too long. And the air was crisp and cool as I walked out of the theater to my car, and I don't know, it just felt nice to be out on my own doing something.
I am on the second of two days off with young Samuel, after having worked 7 busy days in a row getting stuff set up at work for Christmas. The hurricane screwed up some of the prep time for the Christmas set-up, so I had to cram about a week's worth of work into 3 days. Which is why the days were busier than usual. Anyway, it feels good to be off, and it's been fun hanging out with Sam, and he's currently sitting in the high chair playing peacefully by himself. Which is the best thing in the world.
Been feeling weirdly emotional lately, kinda like I need to sit down and cry for about an hour. But not in a bad way. More like a "my-life-feels-pretty-damned-perfect-and-I'm-scared-to-lose-it" kinda way. Pretty much the exact opposite of zen. Ugh. I don't know how to be zen and have a kid.
Jeannie and I made a list of a lot of the stuff that we need to get done on the house. I will tell you that it is a very long list.
The diet is going pretty well. I feel like I'm losing weight but still eating somewhat reasonably and not starving myself. One good thing for aiming for 1500 calories a day or less is that even if you miss, you still end up under 2000 calories a day.
The title of this post comes from old refridgerator magnet poetry that hasn't been on our fridge for probably 3.5 years.
I am on the second of two days off with young Samuel, after having worked 7 busy days in a row getting stuff set up at work for Christmas. The hurricane screwed up some of the prep time for the Christmas set-up, so I had to cram about a week's worth of work into 3 days. Which is why the days were busier than usual. Anyway, it feels good to be off, and it's been fun hanging out with Sam, and he's currently sitting in the high chair playing peacefully by himself. Which is the best thing in the world.
Been feeling weirdly emotional lately, kinda like I need to sit down and cry for about an hour. But not in a bad way. More like a "my-life-feels-pretty-damned-perfect-and-I'm-scared-to-lose-it" kinda way. Pretty much the exact opposite of zen. Ugh. I don't know how to be zen and have a kid.
Jeannie and I made a list of a lot of the stuff that we need to get done on the house. I will tell you that it is a very long list.
The diet is going pretty well. I feel like I'm losing weight but still eating somewhat reasonably and not starving myself. One good thing for aiming for 1500 calories a day or less is that even if you miss, you still end up under 2000 calories a day.
The title of this post comes from old refridgerator magnet poetry that hasn't been on our fridge for probably 3.5 years.
Thursday, November 01, 2012
My Mushroom Cap
Jeannie spent about 70% of the three days that we were at home together working on the damn things. She was having so much fun. It was nice to see her getting so much enjoyment out of a little project like that.
Going back to work yesterday su-hu-ucked. Catching up on 3 days worth of shipments, 3 days worth of customers, and trying to get ready for Christmas was no good. Plus, I was in a little bit of Sam n' Jeannie withdrawal.
So anyway, Sam's got a little bit of a cold right now, and he's a little more pukey than usual, so we've just been spending a normal day at home (although we did walk up to Harvest Fare earlier and buy a variety of soup products). We've got a branch in the back that needs to get cut up, but I probably won't do it today because it's still a bit rainy and damp and gross. Although, we're in November now, so it's probably gonna be that way for awhile.
Time to do some dishes.
Monday, October 29, 2012
4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
Hurricane Sandy is having its way with our front yard right now. Actually, it hasn't been too bad yet. We still have power (knock on wood), and its just been windy as hell and rainy as hell. I think the worst is still to come, though. And they seem to be getting hit a bit harder to the north, in New Jersey land and New York.
The Nobes was closed today, so I had the day off work (I was supposed to go in tonight at 5), although I did go to my doctor's appointment this morning. Everything on the ol' bod-ola is lookin' pretty danged good, I must say. Although I've put on 3 lbs since February. My guess is that if I hadn't been dieting recently it would've been more like 5-8 lbs.
Wow, that was big gust of wind that just gusted.
Today I saw for the first time trees swaying at the trunk. Like, big trees. Kinda spooky.
Dinner making time.
The Nobes was closed today, so I had the day off work (I was supposed to go in tonight at 5), although I did go to my doctor's appointment this morning. Everything on the ol' bod-ola is lookin' pretty danged good, I must say. Although I've put on 3 lbs since February. My guess is that if I hadn't been dieting recently it would've been more like 5-8 lbs.
Wow, that was big gust of wind that just gusted.
Today I saw for the first time trees swaying at the trunk. Like, big trees. Kinda spooky.
Dinner making time.
Friday, October 26, 2012
6 Long Months
The little guy turned 6 months today. Celebrated by passing an absolutely normal day. Which really, if I think about it, isn't that bad. If I spent all my birthdays playing, eating, sleeping, shitting, and only occasionally crying, I'd consider myself a lucky man. But this evening it seems like he might be coming down with a cold, and it seems like Jeannie might be, too (I heard her sneeze in the bedroom after I got home from work and was in the kitchen making myself a G&T), and to be honest, I've had a bit of a tickle in the ol' throat for a day or two as well.
So they're saying that the East Coast is about to get slammed by a storm the likes have which has never been seen by man or beast, and I'll be honest, I'm a little scared. I don't like storms. I don't like the fact that we have big, old trees in our yard that drop branches when I cut a big fart. I don't like having to cut up said branches after they are dropped. And I don't want our cars, home, or son to get smashed by any stupid branches. So, I'll probably spend the storm cowering in the basement wearing earmuffs.
Had a meeting with the architects, theatrical consultants, and electrical engineers yesterday about the new theatre. Didn't get the answers I wanted to hear about several semi-major issues. Hmmmm. Must come up with brilliant, million-dollar ideas to solve the issues.
What else? I really am looking forward to Sunday, when both Jeannie and I are off work, and we'll all get to hang out as a family, and hopefully the boy won't be sick and hopefully the storm won't be storming and the branches won't be dropping and we'll all be safe and warm and dry.
So they're saying that the East Coast is about to get slammed by a storm the likes have which has never been seen by man or beast, and I'll be honest, I'm a little scared. I don't like storms. I don't like the fact that we have big, old trees in our yard that drop branches when I cut a big fart. I don't like having to cut up said branches after they are dropped. And I don't want our cars, home, or son to get smashed by any stupid branches. So, I'll probably spend the storm cowering in the basement wearing earmuffs.
Had a meeting with the architects, theatrical consultants, and electrical engineers yesterday about the new theatre. Didn't get the answers I wanted to hear about several semi-major issues. Hmmmm. Must come up with brilliant, million-dollar ideas to solve the issues.
What else? I really am looking forward to Sunday, when both Jeannie and I are off work, and we'll all get to hang out as a family, and hopefully the boy won't be sick and hopefully the storm won't be storming and the branches won't be dropping and we'll all be safe and warm and dry.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Secaucus just below Zebellybutton.
I must've made that joke about 20 times as we drove through Secaucus, NJ yesterday. I'm often surprised that I'm not divorced.
We were on our way to NYC to visit the Schluetermetz' while they were in town with their play, North. It was pretty exciting to be driving into Manhattan, getting closer and closer to the theatre and realizing that it was in a really great part of town, a great location, close to Central Park and between Madison Ave. and Park Ave.
Sam is laying next to me right now, either cutting some long overdue farts or dropping the shit-bomb that we've been expecting for the last 2 days.
Anyway, the theatre is in a great spot, and we met Brad and Jen there and then headed over near Central Park and got some lunch, then spent the rest of the afternoon walking and lounging around the park. It was a great day, but I wish we would've had more time. I wish we had been staying overnight so we would've had time to visit and see the play (it sounds like things have changed and become more refined since I last saw it a few years ago) and have dinner go out for drinks and do more fun New York-type stuff. Oh well. Next time.
I have to go take a shower and get ready for work! Immediately!
We were on our way to NYC to visit the Schluetermetz' while they were in town with their play, North. It was pretty exciting to be driving into Manhattan, getting closer and closer to the theatre and realizing that it was in a really great part of town, a great location, close to Central Park and between Madison Ave. and Park Ave.
Sam is laying next to me right now, either cutting some long overdue farts or dropping the shit-bomb that we've been expecting for the last 2 days.
Anyway, the theatre is in a great spot, and we met Brad and Jen there and then headed over near Central Park and got some lunch, then spent the rest of the afternoon walking and lounging around the park. It was a great day, but I wish we would've had more time. I wish we had been staying overnight so we would've had time to visit and see the play (it sounds like things have changed and become more refined since I last saw it a few years ago) and have dinner go out for drinks and do more fun New York-type stuff. Oh well. Next time.
I have to go take a shower and get ready for work! Immediately!
Friday, October 19, 2012
Crack Cocaine-ifier
Yesterday was a pretty terrible day. The Jeanners and I have been trying to break Sam of his pacifier habit, and he's completely addicted to it. So he didn't sleep very well the night before, and he didn't sleep very well yesterday. And neither she nor I had slept very much for the previous few nights. So it was no fun. And then at the end of the afternoon he took a big shit (the biggest I've seen to date) which leaked out of his diapers and all over the inside of his clothes. When I took off his diaper to change him, the diaper was wall-to-wall poop, from front to back. I used about 1/2 a package of wipes.
But then, miraculously, last night Jeannie and I had a date, and it was really really nice. We've had tickets for awhile to go see Mike Birbiglia, and he was funny even though he did all of the same material that we had already heard on the radio and made us like him in the first place. And we went to Ban Thai for dinner before the show, which really is one of my favorite places in Baltimore for a date-dinner. Plus, Nyoka was babysitting, and we both know and like Nyoka, and Sam knows Nyoka, so we were able to go out and not worry and forget for a few hours that we have a kid who, at the moment, just for the day, was a pain in the ass.
We are going to be buying fireplace doors and I am super-psyched. I hope they are not too hard to install. But once we've got 'em and it gets cold I am gonna be lightin' fires like a mofo.
Anyway, today's been going a lot better than yesterday. I should really take this opportunity (the opportunity of Sambone taking a nap, that is) to go make some breakfast.
But then, miraculously, last night Jeannie and I had a date, and it was really really nice. We've had tickets for awhile to go see Mike Birbiglia, and he was funny even though he did all of the same material that we had already heard on the radio and made us like him in the first place. And we went to Ban Thai for dinner before the show, which really is one of my favorite places in Baltimore for a date-dinner. Plus, Nyoka was babysitting, and we both know and like Nyoka, and Sam knows Nyoka, so we were able to go out and not worry and forget for a few hours that we have a kid who, at the moment, just for the day, was a pain in the ass.
We are going to be buying fireplace doors and I am super-psyched. I hope they are not too hard to install. But once we've got 'em and it gets cold I am gonna be lightin' fires like a mofo.
Anyway, today's been going a lot better than yesterday. I should really take this opportunity (the opportunity of Sambone taking a nap, that is) to go make some breakfast.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
For Those Keeping Score
The boy likes: squash and bananas and maybe oatmeal.
The boy does not like: apples. Or at least he doesn't seem to.
Today I've been working on getting him to kick the pacifier habit. The first nap was pretty rough, and it took about an hour of crying before he would fall asleep. The second nap was better and it only took about 10 minutes, although it seems like he's waking up from that one and it's only been about 45 minutes.
Oh well, enough about baby boy.
The Jeanners and I were awake last night in the middle of the night because Sam was being a little bitch, and we got to lay around talking and laughing and stuff. It was nice. Felt a little bit like courtship, in a way. I both hope that we get to do it again sometime and I also hope that we don't get to do it again sometime, or at least that maybe we could do it again at, like, 11pm rather than 3am.
We've got a date on Thursday night and then a trip to NYC to see the Schluetermetz' on Sunday. So much to look forward to...
The boy does not like: apples. Or at least he doesn't seem to.
Today I've been working on getting him to kick the pacifier habit. The first nap was pretty rough, and it took about an hour of crying before he would fall asleep. The second nap was better and it only took about 10 minutes, although it seems like he's waking up from that one and it's only been about 45 minutes.
Oh well, enough about baby boy.
The Jeanners and I were awake last night in the middle of the night because Sam was being a little bitch, and we got to lay around talking and laughing and stuff. It was nice. Felt a little bit like courtship, in a way. I both hope that we get to do it again sometime and I also hope that we don't get to do it again sometime, or at least that maybe we could do it again at, like, 11pm rather than 3am.
We've got a date on Thursday night and then a trip to NYC to see the Schluetermetz' on Sunday. So much to look forward to...
Friday, October 12, 2012
Lose Weight Fast!
I'm currently on a little bit of a diet. Here's what my daily intake has been for the last few days:
1. 1 Cup of cooked black beans, salted. About 2 Tbs of salsa. 3 fried eggs. All mashed up in a bowl. About 550 calories.
2. 1 protein bar. About 250 calories.
3. One package of Trader Joe's pulled chicken in BBQ sauce. 420 calories.
Plus a lot of water. And 20-30 sit-ups every morning and night. When I put on weight, it's all in my gut.
Anyway, who knows if it's working yet. But I feel like it's working. My belly doesn't feel quite so pregnant-feeling.
Things have been going well. The dude continues to sleep through the night, although every now and again he yells and one of us has to get up and pop his pacifier back in his mouth until he falls back asleep. But that is so much easier than having to get up and either feed him or try and rock him back to sleep or just hang out with him while he's wide awake in the middle of the night.
The Jeanners and I are planning to head up to NYC for the day on the 21st to hang out with the Schluetermetz' while they are there for their play, which is getting some really great reviews. I hope their ticket sales are doing well and that the whole project is a tremendous success. It sounds like they've put beaucoup work into it, so I hope it all ends up being worth it.
One time when I had to go to the bathroom I said to Sam, "Daddy's gotta take a shit." Jeannie was there, too, and we all had a good laugh about it. It's become one of my favorite things to say. I'm really going to miss saying stuff like that when he learns how to talk.
Oh, speaking of -- when Jeannie got home from work yesterday, Sam got real excited (he gets excited every time she gets home - it's very cute) and totally said "MAMA." Jeannie and I did a take to each other and laughed, and then he said it again. Then he started going "MAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA," so we figured it was just a coincidence (plus, he's been doing it all day today and I've been the only one here), but still, it was pretty fun.
1. 1 Cup of cooked black beans, salted. About 2 Tbs of salsa. 3 fried eggs. All mashed up in a bowl. About 550 calories.
2. 1 protein bar. About 250 calories.
3. One package of Trader Joe's pulled chicken in BBQ sauce. 420 calories.
Plus a lot of water. And 20-30 sit-ups every morning and night. When I put on weight, it's all in my gut.
Anyway, who knows if it's working yet. But I feel like it's working. My belly doesn't feel quite so pregnant-feeling.
Things have been going well. The dude continues to sleep through the night, although every now and again he yells and one of us has to get up and pop his pacifier back in his mouth until he falls back asleep. But that is so much easier than having to get up and either feed him or try and rock him back to sleep or just hang out with him while he's wide awake in the middle of the night.
The Jeanners and I are planning to head up to NYC for the day on the 21st to hang out with the Schluetermetz' while they are there for their play, which is getting some really great reviews. I hope their ticket sales are doing well and that the whole project is a tremendous success. It sounds like they've put beaucoup work into it, so I hope it all ends up being worth it.
One time when I had to go to the bathroom I said to Sam, "Daddy's gotta take a shit." Jeannie was there, too, and we all had a good laugh about it. It's become one of my favorite things to say. I'm really going to miss saying stuff like that when he learns how to talk.
Oh, speaking of -- when Jeannie got home from work yesterday, Sam got real excited (he gets excited every time she gets home - it's very cute) and totally said "MAMA." Jeannie and I did a take to each other and laughed, and then he said it again. Then he started going "MAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA," so we figured it was just a coincidence (plus, he's been doing it all day today and I've been the only one here), but still, it was pretty fun.
Monday, October 08, 2012
Everyone You Meet is Jammin' in the Street...
...All Night Long.
That is how long Sam is now sleeping, and it is awesome. I don't want to jinx it or anything, but he seems to have started sleeping from about 7:30 at night until around 5 in the morning, with a little fussing usually around 10 or 11pm. Again, let me repeat, this is awesome.
Life has felt really good for awhile now. There seems to be many things coming up in the near future to look forward to. I'm looking forward to heading up to NYC to visit with the Schluetermetz' and introduce them to Sam. I found out tonight that I am able to go to St. L for Christmas this year, so now I'm looking forward to that. My girlfriend and I have a date next week where we're going to go to dinner and then go see Mike Birbiglia, and I'm looking forward to that. Looking forward to buying and installing some fireplace doors and burning up all of the wood that's been sitting outside our house for the last 3 years.
We fed Sam some solid food for the first time yesterday. Pureed apples. So pretty much applesauce but without the extra sugar. He didn't really seem to like it that much. Made weird faces that I've never seen him make before, and at one point kinda looked like a cat trying to cough up a hairball.
Got some pictures from Katie the Traveler of the World over there in Kenya and they are pretty damned amazing. Her first day there and she's out among the elephants and lions and all sorts of fauna. How exciting!
Took a cute picture of the dude today, and since I'm trying to limit my facebook posting of cute pictures, I will now force you to look at it instead.
That is how long Sam is now sleeping, and it is awesome. I don't want to jinx it or anything, but he seems to have started sleeping from about 7:30 at night until around 5 in the morning, with a little fussing usually around 10 or 11pm. Again, let me repeat, this is awesome.
Life has felt really good for awhile now. There seems to be many things coming up in the near future to look forward to. I'm looking forward to heading up to NYC to visit with the Schluetermetz' and introduce them to Sam. I found out tonight that I am able to go to St. L for Christmas this year, so now I'm looking forward to that. My girlfriend and I have a date next week where we're going to go to dinner and then go see Mike Birbiglia, and I'm looking forward to that. Looking forward to buying and installing some fireplace doors and burning up all of the wood that's been sitting outside our house for the last 3 years.
We fed Sam some solid food for the first time yesterday. Pureed apples. So pretty much applesauce but without the extra sugar. He didn't really seem to like it that much. Made weird faces that I've never seen him make before, and at one point kinda looked like a cat trying to cough up a hairball.
Got some pictures from Katie the Traveler of the World over there in Kenya and they are pretty damned amazing. Her first day there and she's out among the elephants and lions and all sorts of fauna. How exciting!
Took a cute picture of the dude today, and since I'm trying to limit my facebook posting of cute pictures, I will now force you to look at it instead.
Thursday, October 04, 2012
In the Still of the Night
The Jeanners and Sambone are in Detroit until Sunday. They left this afternoon. What this means:
1. I am going to SLEEP the fuck IN tomorrow. I don't have to be at work until 5pm tomorrow and I am going to take full advantage of that fact.
2. The thought "I should buy a pack of cigarettes this weekend" was in my head for about 15 or 20 minutes yesterday and wouldn't really leave. It's gone now, but for awhile there it was definitely a little devil voice blaring in both ears. I will not be buying or smoking any cigarettes this weekend.
3. This afternoon before I left for work, late afternoon light was coming through our front window and spilling onto the floor where Sam's blanket was spread and a teddy bear and some toys were laying, and it looked like a shot from a movie about a dead baby.
4. This weekend is going to be a mixture of relaxation and housework. Also Chinese food.
On an unrelated note, Jeannie got a haircut and looks young and sexy. Seriously. Stay away from my wife.
More later.
1. I am going to SLEEP the fuck IN tomorrow. I don't have to be at work until 5pm tomorrow and I am going to take full advantage of that fact.
2. The thought "I should buy a pack of cigarettes this weekend" was in my head for about 15 or 20 minutes yesterday and wouldn't really leave. It's gone now, but for awhile there it was definitely a little devil voice blaring in both ears. I will not be buying or smoking any cigarettes this weekend.
3. This afternoon before I left for work, late afternoon light was coming through our front window and spilling onto the floor where Sam's blanket was spread and a teddy bear and some toys were laying, and it looked like a shot from a movie about a dead baby.
4. This weekend is going to be a mixture of relaxation and housework. Also Chinese food.
On an unrelated note, Jeannie got a haircut and looks young and sexy. Seriously. Stay away from my wife.
More later.
Monday, October 01, 2012
Australian Nads
The title of this post comes from a night quite a few years ago when I was driving around St. Louis and I passed a Walgreen's that had one of those billboard things outside, and on the billboard it said, "Wallgreens has Australian Nads!" I had no idea what that meant, but I always thought nads meant balls - the genital kind. So I thought it was a weird thing to put on a billboard. Maybe a prank? But apparently it is also some sort of hair-removal wax-type product developed in, you guessed it, Australia. Still, a weird thing to put on a billboard.
I had a darned good day today. Had a meeting this morning at work, then came home, and when I got home my ladyfriend was taking our boy out for some shopping with a friend of ours and her son. So I had the afternoon at home to myself, and I decided to spend the day working on putting up a door and frame for our linen closet, a project that has been on my to-do list for several months now. It's amazing how much I can get done when there's no stinkin' baby here. It's weird: I really really liked him being gone today. And it also crushes my heart a little bit whenever I'm not around him. Like, at work tonight I just spend the night picturing his little smiling face and wishing I was at home playing with him. It's kinda fun that the missing him and enjoying his absence can kind of occur at the same time.
The Schluetermetz' have arrived in Off-Broadway. If anybody's in New York during the month of October, go see their play, North. It's pretty good! Plus, I once wrote some music for it. Including a song in which I had to sing in French, a language that I do not know and do not like. I was digging through a bunch of old computer files about a month ago and I came across some of the files of the different versions of the songs that I recorded for that show, and they are all uniformly terrible. Especially the ones where I had to sing in French. Embarrassing. But, luckily the songs got cut and if you go see the play in New York you won't have to listen to them. Break legs, weinerslaves!
Katie the North American Traveler will, as of tomorrow, become Katie the Traveler of the World. She is heading off to Kenya to live in some sort of tent for a few months. The woman is braver than I, and I hope she comes back with stories of wonderful yet safe adventures.
Tomorrow we will be entrusting our boy to a day-care person (the husband of a co-worker of Jeannie's), something that we will need to do about 1 day a month because there's one Tuesday every month where both Jeannie and I need to be at work. I'm not looking forward to it, but I'm thankful that we were able to find somebody who seems like he'll be good, and relatively convenient. Anyway, I hope it all goes well.
I had a darned good day today. Had a meeting this morning at work, then came home, and when I got home my ladyfriend was taking our boy out for some shopping with a friend of ours and her son. So I had the afternoon at home to myself, and I decided to spend the day working on putting up a door and frame for our linen closet, a project that has been on my to-do list for several months now. It's amazing how much I can get done when there's no stinkin' baby here. It's weird: I really really liked him being gone today. And it also crushes my heart a little bit whenever I'm not around him. Like, at work tonight I just spend the night picturing his little smiling face and wishing I was at home playing with him. It's kinda fun that the missing him and enjoying his absence can kind of occur at the same time.
The Schluetermetz' have arrived in Off-Broadway. If anybody's in New York during the month of October, go see their play, North. It's pretty good! Plus, I once wrote some music for it. Including a song in which I had to sing in French, a language that I do not know and do not like. I was digging through a bunch of old computer files about a month ago and I came across some of the files of the different versions of the songs that I recorded for that show, and they are all uniformly terrible. Especially the ones where I had to sing in French. Embarrassing. But, luckily the songs got cut and if you go see the play in New York you won't have to listen to them. Break legs, weinerslaves!
Katie the North American Traveler will, as of tomorrow, become Katie the Traveler of the World. She is heading off to Kenya to live in some sort of tent for a few months. The woman is braver than I, and I hope she comes back with stories of wonderful yet safe adventures.
Tomorrow we will be entrusting our boy to a day-care person (the husband of a co-worker of Jeannie's), something that we will need to do about 1 day a month because there's one Tuesday every month where both Jeannie and I need to be at work. I'm not looking forward to it, but I'm thankful that we were able to find somebody who seems like he'll be good, and relatively convenient. Anyway, I hope it all goes well.
Friday, September 28, 2012
In September, When the Air Turns Crisp and My Yeast Begins to Thrive...
Sam just fell asleep for a nap, and it's not really time for him to fall asleep for a nap yet. He should still be up for another hour, eat, and then fall asleep for a nap. But I'm not complaining. And the old adage about sleeping dogs applies to babies as well.
Not too much going on here. It's late September, and the weather here has just been gorgeous for quite awhile now. Just cool enough for pants and a T-shirt. Regular rain, but regular sunshine as well. Beautiful.
My sister and her husband were here for a visit over the weekend, and then stopped back in last night before heading to the airport this morning. Had a good time catching up with them, and I think my sister got a little smitten with Sam.
I finally learned how to play Ooh La La on guitar! Fun one to sing along to.
The A-Train came over on Wednesday night for dinner and a little baby-time, and it was good to catch up with her. She will be in a (perhaps bad) production of Little Shop near our house, so I think we'll try and make our way over to see it at some point, cause I like that show and I think Aimee will make a good Audrey.
Hmmm. That's all I feel like writing right now.
Not too much going on here. It's late September, and the weather here has just been gorgeous for quite awhile now. Just cool enough for pants and a T-shirt. Regular rain, but regular sunshine as well. Beautiful.
My sister and her husband were here for a visit over the weekend, and then stopped back in last night before heading to the airport this morning. Had a good time catching up with them, and I think my sister got a little smitten with Sam.
I finally learned how to play Ooh La La on guitar! Fun one to sing along to.
The A-Train came over on Wednesday night for dinner and a little baby-time, and it was good to catch up with her. She will be in a (perhaps bad) production of Little Shop near our house, so I think we'll try and make our way over to see it at some point, cause I like that show and I think Aimee will make a good Audrey.
Hmmm. That's all I feel like writing right now.
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