Tuesday, January 18, 2011
For Dinner...
...last night I had gumbo. I do not want to live in a place where we don't have gumbo for dinner.
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
Sunday, January 02, 2011
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Merry Christmas
Here's the records I got from Dead Format Secret Santa. The Appleseed Cast - "End Of The Ring Wars" and Johnny Cash - "American IV", two things I've wanted for a while. Thanks Steve!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Dead Format Christmas
I participate in this message board called Dead Format. It's a place for punk rock record collectors to buy/sell/trade and talk about the newest variants. We did a Secret Santa this year. We all got different users from all over the world. My dude was in Arizona, and I just shipped his stuff off with very little time to spare. But I got this box of records from my Secret Santa. A baby and big box of records, this Christmas has been good.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Nicholas
Today, Wednesday, November 24, 2010 at 1:27PM Nicholas was born into the world. He weighed in at 7 pound and 15 ounces and was 20.5 inches in length.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Baby!?!?
So, it's been a while. Life has a funny way of taking over and not letting you decide what you're going to do. Rather, life dictates the choices you will inevitably have to choose. Of course we all have some control but this past years has felt controlled for me.
Andrea (my girlfriend of two years off and on) is pregnant with my child. Yay. So, we're at 38 weeks tomorrow. It's exciting and scary. She's full term and this baby could come at any moment. I still got stuff I want to sell, baby stuff to put together, mental statuses to prepare for, et al. If that rugrat stays in her uterus until 42 weeks, I'll be happy (she of course will probably be writhe with misery.
I want to write about all my emotions but I fear my child will somehow read my crazy thoughts and resent me for it in the future. Lord knows if my father had written down his fears and I found it ten years postpartum, I probably would have been sad to read his fears.
This is to say, basically, that I want to be a good dad. I can be a good dad. I will be a good day. I'm just scared as hell about it.
There's my ninth month journal entry.
Andrea (my girlfriend of two years off and on) is pregnant with my child. Yay. So, we're at 38 weeks tomorrow. It's exciting and scary. She's full term and this baby could come at any moment. I still got stuff I want to sell, baby stuff to put together, mental statuses to prepare for, et al. If that rugrat stays in her uterus until 42 weeks, I'll be happy (she of course will probably be writhe with misery.
I want to write about all my emotions but I fear my child will somehow read my crazy thoughts and resent me for it in the future. Lord knows if my father had written down his fears and I found it ten years postpartum, I probably would have been sad to read his fears.
This is to say, basically, that I want to be a good dad. I can be a good dad. I will be a good day. I'm just scared as hell about it.
There's my ninth month journal entry.
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