waiting to rock

the fire truck. "BIG TRUHCK!!"

oh arbol. que bonita.

(::Making Cookies::)

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/[Firetruckin']\

.:*Oh, MAN!*:.

...bootsie...

MAN, Evan is freaking awesome.

he's been saying, "Oh-Man!" but it sounds like, "Oh-Mahhng!"Christmas was pretty rad, we received the best damn HOMEMADE strawberry jam. oh, it's so good i might leave my wife for this jam/jelly making farm dwelling office manager goddess (sarah got it from work, but my stomach is so much stronger than her weak stomach - THEREFORE - i'm the only one that can eat it. and Evan's a baby, so ... he can't eat it.).

I'll put some clothes in a couple some small bags and store them in an attic, just in case. i feel like sneaking off in the dead of night during a rain storm to be with this magical mythical ... darling little iron chef jam canner.

I HAVE AN ATTIC NOW, it's rad. i wish i had a basement, but i don't have one. dude, it'd be basement party time all the time if i had one. I'd put some viking murals on the wall in the style of diego rivera. even though i'm all 'TEAM FRIDA,' i still like him.

Evan was gifted a rather cool "fire peddle-truck" that's made out of steel or something. he's stoked. thank god for granpa (paw-paw), i'm sure Evan's getting tired of getting socks and rocks from me. and bags of glass... kiddin' ... don't take my boy.

really... i'd love to rant about something cool that happened, or ... current happenings... but now - i'm fairly certain, absolutely certain, i'm trying to make myself explode by eating every possible thing i can as often as i can. fingers stay skinny so i can type, but my hands are expanding and. and. well. it's rather odd. left and right hand bagpipes.

without a doubt i'm waiting for the day when i can actually take a vacation. nothing like a vaca to cleanse thy soul and renewjuvenation. raidernation. be all brand new and go back to work refreshed, all jobs should have school schedules.

"last day of haggling pig ears for fish bait, till next fall anyway." (i don't do that for a living... not exactly that...)

even in Texas, like in california we used to go on vacation to Pismo... yeh.... Pismo Beach. It's the jersey shore of California, but with... mullets. not so much the product wearing d-bags that work out in tanning salons. mostly, good old fashioned, down to earth, shotgun toting, "GIT OFF MY PORCH'N," ... average salt of the earth.

just saying, it's slightly different.

so we'd go there and camp, and i'd pathetically flirt with girls. and feel stupid. eat some bomb ass clam chowder, really good clam chowder, body board surf (or flounder around in the waves). it was great. really dumb and fucking aye it was simple.

i want that. again. i'm glad i can remember it and i'm glad i had that... and i think it'd be cool if i could get that going for me and mine. that'd be neato and great.

but for now, it's great that i get hugs from my little boy and when i say, "time to go to sleep. time to lay down."

he gives a little tighter squeeze around my neck, tucks his head underneath the curve of my jaw and says softly, "no... rock...dadah." all nice and snuggled up with his blanket draping the rocking chair, creaking so weakly.

you said it BRUTTHHERRRR.

i've got a kid now, it's crazy! he'll grow up and be a really immature jack ass like his father, but hopefully a better one than his father. i think that's the goal, outdo your folks.

i'm trying! it's HARD! but there are really cool things along the way.

I can't wait until the weather gets better, it's gonna be so much fun!

oh, and he likes Bon Iver. it's something he can clap to.

whoa...

i just redid my settings, now i'm going to sleep. i made a playlist... no one cares... something something, rag time blues.

nick.

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catch up.

since january we've taken evan to the hospital twice for "feberal seizures" it's when a baby has a seizure because his temperature rises too quickly - basically, their little bodies can't handle it. it's fucking really scary! i found him in the morning when i went to give him his 6 o clock bottle - his was burning up. next thing i knew we were calling 911, paramedics came - we spent the night in the hospital.

one week before his 1st birthday. yeh - it's scary.

we found out more about it, turns out it doesn't happen very often but when it does the chance of it happening again is pretty good... so he had another one (not as gnarly) about a month ago.

2 seizures... and we figure it was a connection between having him in daycare (kids are infested with illness). and we don't go to church that much because if we put him in daycare there it's pretty much the same. **what disease can we catch this week?

i dunno - let's not even try...
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speaking of church - i joined, mostly cause i was signed up... by my wife - which is cool... but i'm not sure what it all means. seeing as how, i'm not really the "christian" type. at least, the type i have in mind that happens to be a christian. i'm more of a catholic. i think.

but the churchies out here are semi-boozers too (whooo!) and that is quite different from what i'm used to - some are still very odd. but that's not surprising, most of them are.
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so i think that about does it right now... u're mostly up to date.

NOW.

I found one of the most awesome grocery stores i've ever been to - here in austin. Central Market off Lamar has a big ass backyard you can park your bike in. know what i'm sayin! it's huge, i've never seen a store attached to a park with a playscape and a wooden deck stage area for shows.

PLUS they let you drink the booze in the backyard that you buy in the store! it's fucking amazing men/women of fellow snobbish beer drinking tendencies... why? well because they have the entire collection of sam smith, the also carry fullers, stone, etc... **AHEM** need a beer guide?

neither do it, but fuck it! why not [yes... i got that (_*_) fk, funny]: here's 8 pages of condensed knowledge - call me Eve. take a great big guzzle. click me for beer guide. they also have a wine guide, but ... psshhhh - who needs that.

so the net is, go buy a beer @ CM on saturday, chances are you can enjoy it whilst listening to a decent band and also watch your kid tumble down a 2 story slide as he/she knocks over other toddlers on the way down.

they also have a ton of other high quality food stuffs like expensive/smelly cheeses and jellies/crackers/breads/fish/steak/tofu/ i dunno - pretty much anything you can think of if you're julia childs.

*my wife just gave me that "WTFR u doing...?" look. well, whatever - she's playing a Wii roleplaying game called Animal Crossing. i hate on that game all the time, i just don't get it. the graphics suck, so it's not like playing final fantasy or WOW - even though that would be such a greater means of being a nerd. YES - NERDS! it's nerdy to play those games... go to central market and have a drink.

so this game, she shakes trees and bangs rocks for money. she also has her own friends and her own little electronic life ... with made up animal creatures that speak gibberish. Evan seems to like it, he thinks it's one of his shows so he gets all into it. for a little bit, then he jibber jabbers and walks away to pick something up off the floor and put in his mouth. (he's awesome!)

there's more to this game, but i don't know what it is cause you can't shoot anything or play basketball or do anything cool - it's like "the sims" except it's fairly aimless far as i can tell. I am glad she likes it though, it seems to keep her busy, and she enjoys it thoroughly.

right now she's doing an easter egg hunt, which is SWELL b/c she missed her fishing tourney yesterday (C what i mean, it's a means of sucking the life out of people).

tomorrow it's back to work and back to guessing what the stock market is going to do. i'm hoping it goes up, but pretty sure it'll go back down a little.

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i'm really into this jean grae song, not like me.

other than that - okkervil river, vetiver, weekend players, wale, camp lo.
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DNG

well.

i haven't forgotten... just got real busy. i'll see you soon , but it's march madness... soooo.

miss you kids. hope you're all taking care of yourselves. laura makes me wish i watched more foreign films, but stuff doesn't explode as much in those. jack - misses ya on st paddy's, but i had a powers for your big green hat wearing ass.

yeh i got a poncho, somewhere, do something... what?

really into key lime yogurt and okkervill river lately.

dng. evan says hey. he's a year now.

- hells ya to CAKE, son!