Hrmph... that's all I have really. I'm busting my ass and taking care of bidness. I am worn out. Evan has slept some in his own bed lately but he still likes to sleep in bed with us. I don't mind except for the whole I-miss-touching-my-wife thing.
Some exciting things are going on at work. I'm really enjoying myself, even though I do grumble and bitch about things in my head. I love watching the people interact, I love the conversations I have with customers. I love the conversations I have with friends at work... the weirder the better. I love how people apologize and think they will offend me when the things I have going on in my head would make most people blush, if not right cry a little. I'm a sweet guy, I just have a very twisted mind. w00t!
Evan has been having trouble the past few nights with waking and screaming his head off. Woo and I are starting to get concerned for him. These aren't the normal whiney cries in the middle of the night but I'm pissed, I might have a belly-ache, I might be gassy, or I'm just pissed off cries.
I've been watching a friend of mine, whose blogs are some of the best I've read, try the cry-it-out method. I've also read about the no-cry method. Woo and I are trying to decide which one to go with or if we just make up our own. What we've been doing is that if he wakes up in the middle of the night he just gets to come to bed with us and stick his feet under my ribcage while pulling Woo's hair all night. I guess the ribs keep him warm.
I like that he sleeps with us sometimes. Sometimes it does bother the hell out of me, but I kind of miss him when he's not there. We love him and want to show him how loved he is every minute of the day. I think the reason I want to try the short quick solution is because I'm selfish and want some time to myself. I suck for that. Oh well, onto the pickles....
Woo and I were shopping one night at the new Krogers here in Farragut and I announced to her that I want the ingredients for tuna fish salad (which she hates!). We got the tuna, we got the mayo and I, again, announced, "Take me to the pickles!" Not a long story but something that makes us giggle like children.
*****Warning: Some cussing at the end of the post*****
House hunting so far has sucked for the most part. The first house we found was in Powell. A nice little Cape Cod style house with a HUGE back yard. It was so tiny inside it was a no-go.
The next house we found was in Fountain City, close to where I grew up and on my old bus route to school. It looked like an Old English village house, very charming. It was kind of small and there were issues with the basement, but I think they could be over come. So we looked on down the road at another house the reminded us of that last one. The basement was tall enough for a hobbit to only have to slightly bend and none of the outlets were grounded!
Two houses down was one that was called "The Handyman's Dream." Ugh. The front room looks like the type of place where you would be giving a tour and announce, "This is where grandma died." *Shudder* Not for me. It would also need a new roof soon.
Then the realtor, Rob the Realtor (I think he had his name legally changed to that) showed us one that was at the very top of our budget. We loved it, it was perfect except with childcare issues and a one car wide driveway it wouldn't work either.
Tomorrow we're going to go and look at some more houses and have fun. One is on Azalea (which I love to say) and it quite charming. There are a few more in West Knox that I have found that are great but they don't meet our quirky personalities.
Woo is very particular about the garage. (The garage cannot take up a third of the house) I'm particular about the size. (I want to be able to fit that big ass garage in the living room) We love some of the neighborhoods we've found but want people our age with kids that are the Big Guy's age.
I want a place for my musical equipment and to practice with my band when I can. Or maybe one day I'll give lessons... who knows?!? I want a good sized room for our millions of books and dvds and cds. That easily numbers in the thousands. I would love a garage that both of our cars can fit in. I would love a big back deck so we can host parties. (We're both basically hermits, but we do love our friends)
We'll find it. With each and every trip I feel like we get closer to our home. We definately learn more and more what we don't want, what we can live with, and what we can't live without. I think between all the websites on the internet I've seen every house for sale in Knox county, most of Anderson, and most of Blount.
Who knows, maybe we'll just say, "Fuck it, we'll do it ourselves and build our own dream."
So last Saturday (the 28th) my dad and I got invited to play on the Ciderville Farm and Home hour. What a blast! It immediately took me back to being 9 and watching my dad on Saturday nights at Ciderville playing some of the most old school country ever. Well that Saturday I got to be a part of that as I took over playing bass for a song and Rowdy (the bass player) decided to keep me up for the rest of the show. All of these people singing and walking around in cowboy boots, cowboy hats, and/or overalls and here I am in a collared shirt, jeans, and my sandals. What fun!
Last night (Sunday the 8th) my dad had an acoustic gig at Two Doors Down. I know my dad well enough to know to bring a guitar. I brought my new Hofner Beatle bass and he immediately told me to hook up. The gig was from 6-10 with two breaks. We ended up playing the 6-10 and then for another 50 minutes until we were just shot vocally and mentally.
I love playing with my dad. I tell everyone that I get my musical insanity from him. He would start a song, not tell me the key, and tell me to sing lead. We went back and forth all night. Doing the Beatles, the Zombies, some Stones, and lots of random songs. I look forward to the next time I get to play with him.
Maybe I'm feeling old... but I am so unhip my torso keeps slipping.
I've been looking at pictures of my friends and they have tattoos, they seem to be in the right, cool place at the right, cool time, and they get my generation and the one after. I never got my generation. I certainly don't get the one after mine. I barely understand the one before mine.
I'm patriotic, but I have a cynical sense of distrust for the government. I love to hear new and exciting music, but I tend to lean towards older music. I enjoy Hiphop, but sometimes I miss Young MC. I believe the only good new composers are film composers. I'm a 20th Century artist but dislikes 20th century art. I have lots of things in common with many different types of people but I rarely relate to anyone.
Is it because I'm feeling old? Lonelyish? Who knows. At least I'm talking about my favorite subject.
So I decided I'm going to reinstall WoW. For those of you who don't know that stands for World of Warcraft. I haven't really played since my son was born and now that he wants to play by himself some I decided to reinstall.
Believe it or not this is kind of hard to do. I want to spend as much time as I can with him but I also want to relax and play. I'll probably end up playing after he goes to bed.
The kind of gamer that I am is odd. I love storylines but I don't feel the need to get too involved. I used to play Star Wars Battlefront as I could drop in to the middle of a battle, get killed, rez, and then turn it off when I had to. WoW does take a little more time than that. Between all the running around, questing, and gathering.
We'll see how it goes, I decided to change my frequency to monthly so if I do decide to quit it can be a lot quicker.