the fire truck. "BIG TRUHCK!!"
oh arbol. que bonita.
(::Making Cookies::)
<:/washing dishes\:>
.:*Oh, MAN!*:.
...bootsie...
MAN, Evan is freaking awesome.
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.
