Completely Random

The corners of our bed frame are lethal. I have large bruises on my shins where I've run into them in the middle of the night. Or in the middle of the day...

I almost tripped walking into the house the other day and it would have been really terrible. And I can't stop thinking about how much pain i would be in if i actually did trip. In my mind I see myself with two missing teeth and a busted lip and it makes my skin crawl.

After my parents came home from the Philippines, we took down all of the Christmas decorations, including our real tree. My dad set it out on the curb in front of my brother-in-law's van which I've been driving. As I was walking out to the van to go to target, I reminded myself not to run over it, 10 seconds later I did.

When people are super heavy handed with their beliefs, it really turns me off to the person and the person's friends. That's kind of judgmental, but I'm just being honest...and completely random.

I secretly wish I was back in TX working again. I'm not sure if that's because I actually miss TX or because I miss making and spending money. Probably the latter.

I watched No Country for Old Men again the other day, and I really enjoy southern jargon. "This is a mess, ain't it sheriff?" "Mmmhmm...if it ain't, it'll do 'till the mess gets here."

I'm beginning to forget the names objects and have started fumbling and stuttering words. I think it's hormones. So I ask questions like, "Did you turn the thing down?" and expect people to know exactly what I'm talking about.

I've decided to buy this apron for my niece's 3rd birthday coming up in March! I can't wait!

You guys are the best.

i had to

I've been reading again...

The soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along a sea floor and the cold crept down and the dark came early and the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes. Out on the roads the pilgrims sank down and fell over and died and the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of any nameless sisterworld in the ancient dark beyond.

from The Road pg 181 by Cormac McCarthy. Look into it.

I tried to read this aloud to myself, but it didn't sound the same as it did when I read it. Its pretty amazing so far.

"Trryyy it, you'll 'ike it!"

Olivia's Fishy recipe:

1 plastic fireman's hat
20 plastic fishies
2 milks
salt
pepper
baby beeeeeetttshhh (i dunno)
2 fish eyes
aseeee (chocolate wrapper)

stir and then karate chop with hands and enjoy!

More about old times...

So regarding my last post. I'd like for you to venture with me to a world unlike any other- the world of my own mem'ries. In my last post, I mentioned to all 6 of you that Blizzard found a bunch of our old Live Journals. Firstly, I was wrong, Blizzard didn't find ANYTHING, Marco found them. Next, I want to draw your attention to two in particular. The first one is here where I foretell of events to come!

and this one, which I'll cut and paste because it's short enough and because I have a feeling you won't visit the link and it's just too funny NOT to read. This is from KEITH'S live journal:

thump thump thump
so my new thing is to beat my chest. today i did it after i finished a meal and again after a ascended my stairs. it gives me a feeling of potency and strength (with a slight nod to male dominance). i liked how i felt today during and after the beat(ings). this may become a fixure of my personality. if i do adopt this, i must be sure to use it discreetly, only when my heart tells me too. i will not kiss my bride then turn to beat my chest, BUT i could finish a good plate of food at the reception and give a little pound, just to state the fact that the food was there, and i dominated over it. secondly i will not do it for show, this is not a group event, this is about my sense of worth and dominance over my life territory. i also think that this will benefit my children, as they will have a dad who beats his chest on occasion, they will have an engrained belief of my superiority as a father over other fathers, just based off the fact that i have the gall to beat my chest after a particularly pleasing television program. everyone is saying to get in touch with your feminine side, but i feel a need to get in touch with my male side. *you can be sure my chest will be getting a good pounding after i post this*

I'm not sure I've told you all this, but after we got the sonogram that told us that Indiana was going to be a boy, Keith gave his chest a good thump, thump, thump.

This post is kind of a cheat because it's a post about older posts. I'll do better next time...

2009, are ya outta your min(d)??

Man, I want to blog more after Justin found a bunch of our old LIVE JOURNALs! i can't believe it. I laughed a whole lot while reading my old entries and that's because I would just write every day even if I had no point in writing. I will admit, some of them are really boring, so I'll try to use discretion on this more "grown up" blog.

We had a smashing Christmas and New Year. Helped by the fact that I had Indy to celebrate with. He is just the best. I can't believe Keith and I have a family now. I take joy in doing little thing for Indiana. Even doing laundry, as all 4 of you know I hate doing.

Julia's New Year's Eve party was a little awkward for us older folks. Only awkward because neither Keith nor I, nor any of our friends (i think) were never really into going out and dancing. The most dancing I do is at weddings or at home, or rollerskating. We did though, discover a new form of dancing:



Techtonik Dance? We witnessed it firsthand at Julia's party and it made me want to go directly home and try it out:



We are so old that it completely confused us. It makes me tired and dizzy. I'll post more about New Year and the Holiday soon. I just wanted to get these little tidbits in with the hopes that in 5 years, Blizzy will find this blog and I can look back and laugh at how clever I once was.

4 lbs 1 oz.

I've never celebrated two numbers so much in my life. My son has finally reached the 4 lb mark, making it a little more of a possibility that he'll be home for Christmas.

As most of my avid readers know, we had our baby early. Six weeks early, he was born on Thanksgiving day at 7:07 am. I re-read my last post about nights alone and if I'll miss being by myself. Now that Indiana's been born, the hours just crawl by. I'm constantly alone, waiting until I can make it up to the hospital to see him again. And every time I see him, time just flies. He recognizes my voice, he smiles at me and seems to breathe me in when I hold him. I love him so much.

I was right about one thing, I really don't remember what life was like without little Indiana. I feel like he's always been here, that I was pregnant and admitted into the hospital forever ago. I never want to be without him.