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It's listed in the MLS system, so go buy it!
First off, this my friends, shows you what a fucked up world we live in. Take a poll among your peers and find all those who could find Zimbabwe on a map. Of Africa even. I'm sure I'd fail too. I told a Moroccan the other day that surely his country was in Asia. I promptyly apologized for being American and was completely embarassed for mistakening his French-speaking (second language) country for Lebanon. Very weak my friends, extremely weak.
Work has been well. New job is stressful, awakening, and more than anything makes me feel out of place. I need to sort that all out. I strive to do the best job I can do at whatever I'm working at and for whatever reason I feel like I'm falling well short. That sucks.
So forget all that. My son is walking. That's amazing. He's been walking for a couple of weeks now. Quite well I might add. While sometimes changing his diaper or getting him to nap as of late is frustrating, it is all well worth it. Wow what an amazing gift my main man is. I can't wait until we can have little chats and he can ask me about the world and I can hopefully give him little nuggets of wisdom. That's the bond I never felt like I really had with my father until much later in life and now I feel like I'm playing catch-up and it's terrible.
I love baseball. My fantasy draft was a couple of weeks ago but it was great MAN-stuff fun or whatever. Sure you can laugh or scoff all you want, but whatever, it's always been me-and-my-dad sort of thing and always will. That sort of bond should never break; it's extremely exhilirating (which I spelled wrong but don't care to correct, thank you very fucking much).
Getting back to what's important though...
It's seriously amazing to watch my son grow older and mature before my eyes. Whether it's clear abandonment of 'obedience', or just natural mature growth his lack of respect for authority makes me totally grin. Yes I know I should abhor this sort of behavior but I don't. At all. Why? Because I'm fairly certain that I was this way not only at his young age but triple or quadruple that. He's a crafty one who loves to be tickled and chased up the stairs with shouts of "I'M GONNA GET YOU!" shouted up after each stair climb. I've never felt like more of an exclusive ("I have a child") club than now and it's so incredibly rewarding. What a cliche, I know!
I miss playing music. So much so, that I cannot wait for when we finally move into our new house and all is behind us and I can finally set up and build that music studio that I've always wanted. I'll have the space that's for sure, it's only a matter of money, willpower, and determination that will get me there. And I hope to have at least two out of three on my side!
Speaking of the new house, we've had our "pre-construction" meeting with our home builder and that went splendid. We've now had two update calls with the latest informing us that they should be working on the framing next week. WHOOHOO! It's goofy and what-not but extremely fun to watch this sucker go up. I have to really hold it in from going and checking out our homesite every two or three days. I figure if I keep it to at least once a week I won't get dragged down. Right?
The wife really made the house look nice today, she bought a few new rugs, a new slipcover for the one couch upstairs that we're keeping in the house, put out flowers downstairs, and did quite a few things that will hopefully dazzle the eyes of prospective buyers and what-not. Our house is relatively nice and I think quite show-able so I'm crossing our fingers that we do well in this slack market economy and sell quick!
I'd rather live with my in-laws for four months than wait three to sell. WORD?
ps. I can't wait until we get a new treadmill. Finally I'll be able to feel like it's worth getting up at 5am and working out. It'll be for a greater cause...MY STOMACH. HAHAHA, GET IT?! Hilarious I know!
Besides the fact that I'm sore, don't hurt me, because I had a long weekend of moving stuff from my house into a storage unit (through rain or heat!) and also I realized that holy shit Mother Earth hates me. Why? Why else would glaciers melt because I'm driving to work? Why else would the entire climate be turned on its head, NOT BECAUSE OF EL NINO, but because of human meanderings?
So, I write this letter to our wonderful world and I hope it listens (and I'd love it if you did too):
Dear Earth,
We're sorry we fucked up. Please forgive us. We're trying to sober up. I hope you understand.
K.I.T.,
The Earth's Residents
So yeah please write similar letters and post them thusly. It will help damn it! Yeehaw, The Sopranos came back! Great show and it's a bummer that it's ending. I think I've only been watching the last three or four seasons so no biggie I guess, but it's still addicting. Also, I'm tired of reviewing bullshit for my magazine, I stepped it up and started throwing out like 30-40% of all records received. That's terrible I know but HELL I sold out long ago. I promise to still review unsigned bands just as much as signed bands and that's the way it will be.
Also a huge storm is raging outside. It was cool to see my dad and it was more fun to watch him interact with his grandson.
More IMPORTANTLY!
My son has been walking for the last couple of weeks or so. He can go long distance hikes across the living room or the basement without interruption. He also recently hates to have his diaper changed, eat semi-solid foods (odd since he totally loved it a couple of weeks ago), or not go outside. I'm confidenced that this last part is my wife's blood and not my doing since I'm quite content inside.
Speaking of that, mowing can taste it.
Now that we got that settled...We had our "pre-construction" meeting with our home builder. Basically they assured us that all was okay and showed us where water flooding would happen. Thankfully geometry and common sense took over and it made a bit of sense to us. Also they let us know that two of options aren't really needed so we're paying a little less for our house (like less than a grand so who cares!?). Pssst. we do. They called on Friday to give us an update and basically they've finished with our foundation and are working on waterproofing.
This is ironic considering the massive rain squalor hitting us today on Sunday. Boo!
Work has been, well, work lately. I long for those stretches of inactivity we used to have, not so much because I'm a lazy jerk, but more so because I could train my team, learn some new things, and more importantly craft some cool ideas for making my company some money. Instead it's just been the grind lately. All good, but sometimes all eternally tiring.
Tomorrow our maid service arrives. Yes I sold out. Yes I threw out a bunch of old poems and song lyrics because I'm a jerk and found stuff in our storage space and was like "why the sam hell are we keeping this"? Goodbye, J-Bird Records "contract". Goodbye terribly angsty poetry. Goodbye books that I wrote as a kid. Goodbye yearbook that some jerk off stole from me and wrote "dick head" over my photo. (Thanks, I'm sure your careeer as a cop has paid off there brother). And goodbye all my cassettes...
It's a new age. A new dawning. A daring crusade that will hopefully entail better memories and ones that I will more properly cherish...
ps. I never blog anymore so expect the follow-up to be months from now...(Or when all of your money isn't completely spent on the military)