Aim for the flattop!
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!