The new job is hectic and stressful. We did a soft opening last week, so we're open, but not aggressively advertising. We'll have a grand opening in the next couple of weeks. I'll be doing 6 day weeks for the foreseeable future, but we need the money, so I'm not complaining. The owners are good people, but very, very specific about how they want things done. As a result, a lot of staff walks on eggshells. I'm just keeping my mouth shut, doing my best, and working to make their vision what they want it to be. Once we get to that point, I'm sure things will level off, and we can relax a little bit.
On opening day I made a HUGE rookie mistake and was read the riot act from Chef Anne. I completely had it coming, but still felt like a jackass for screwing up. Later in the day I pulled her aside to apologize, and she stated directly that she wasn't interested. Motives for our actions were irrelevant, only results. A customer doesn't know the difference between a mistake, and a failed recipe. The result will still be 1 less customer. I appreciate her directness even if it comes as a result of me screwing the pooch.
For the first time in while, I feel like I'm learning again, and not just atrophying my skills for a paycheck. I"m not even close to being the most skilled person in the kitchen. I will get better by working here. It's just stressful to worry about doing something wrong, or sub par. Having a family to support is a huge motivator to not only "get by", but to improve and grow. I have high hopes for this place, but know that my destiny is in my own hands, and success will be hard earned.
I'm working all day shifts now, so I'm having a tough time acclimating to the time change. It's getting better, and I'm taking better care of myself, so I'm hoping some of the weight will come off and I can get myself in better shape. I don't want to be a fat middle aged burnout, and won't be able to keep up with my job, or my kid if I am. So I'm using everything that's going on as a catalyst for making my entire quality of life better. Less alcohol, more exercise and movement. It would be nice to go into springtime lighter and healthier.
Bob has a million teeth and is toddling around pretty well. He still prefers crawling, but he can take 6 or 7 steps before crapping out. It's very cute. Still no words, but it will be soon. He understands a lot more, and attempts to mimic us. I think his bottleneck is vocalization, not comprehension. He also has new teeth coming in all the time, so that could make it difficult too. Imagine trying to take Spanish lessons with dental work going on. He pudgy, healthy and happy. All the girls on Market Street have crushes on him, and he flirts with all the ladies when I take him out.
Other than that, not much. Liz and I are on opposite schedules, so we spend most of our time passing each other in the night. it's a necessary evil, but we do what we have to.
On opening day I made a HUGE rookie mistake and was read the riot act from Chef Anne. I completely had it coming, but still felt like a jackass for screwing up. Later in the day I pulled her aside to apologize, and she stated directly that she wasn't interested. Motives for our actions were irrelevant, only results. A customer doesn't know the difference between a mistake, and a failed recipe. The result will still be 1 less customer. I appreciate her directness even if it comes as a result of me screwing the pooch.
For the first time in while, I feel like I'm learning again, and not just atrophying my skills for a paycheck. I"m not even close to being the most skilled person in the kitchen. I will get better by working here. It's just stressful to worry about doing something wrong, or sub par. Having a family to support is a huge motivator to not only "get by", but to improve and grow. I have high hopes for this place, but know that my destiny is in my own hands, and success will be hard earned.
I'm working all day shifts now, so I'm having a tough time acclimating to the time change. It's getting better, and I'm taking better care of myself, so I'm hoping some of the weight will come off and I can get myself in better shape. I don't want to be a fat middle aged burnout, and won't be able to keep up with my job, or my kid if I am. So I'm using everything that's going on as a catalyst for making my entire quality of life better. Less alcohol, more exercise and movement. It would be nice to go into springtime lighter and healthier.
Bob has a million teeth and is toddling around pretty well. He still prefers crawling, but he can take 6 or 7 steps before crapping out. It's very cute. Still no words, but it will be soon. He understands a lot more, and attempts to mimic us. I think his bottleneck is vocalization, not comprehension. He also has new teeth coming in all the time, so that could make it difficult too. Imagine trying to take Spanish lessons with dental work going on. He pudgy, healthy and happy. All the girls on Market Street have crushes on him, and he flirts with all the ladies when I take him out.
Other than that, not much. Liz and I are on opposite schedules, so we spend most of our time passing each other in the night. it's a necessary evil, but we do what we have to.
The new job is hectic and stressful. We did a soft opening last week, so we're open, but not aggressively advertising. We'll have a grand opening in the next couple of weeks. I'll be doing 6 day weeks for the foreseeable future, but we need the money, so I'm not complaining. The owners are good people, but very, very specific about how they want things done. As a result, a lot of staff walks on eggshells. I'm just keeping my mouth shut, doing my best, and working to make their vision what they want it to be. Once we get to that point, I'm sure things will level off, and we can relax a little bit.
On opening day I made a HUGE rookie mistake and was read the riot act from Chef Anne. I completely had it coming, but still felt like a jackass for screwing up. Later in the day I pulled her aside to apologize, and she stated directly that she wasn't interested. Motives for our actions were irrelevant, only results. A customer doesn't know the difference between a mistake, and a failed recipe. The result will still be 1 less customer. I appreciate her directness even if it comes as a result of me screwing the pooch.
For the first time in while, I feel like I'm learning again, and not just atrophying my skills for a paycheck. I"m not even close to being the most skilled person in the kitchen. I will get better by working here. It's just stressful to worry about doing something wrong, or sub par. Having a family to support is a huge motivator to not only "get by", but to improve and grow. I have high hopes for this place, but know that my destiny is in my own hands, and success will be hard earned.
I'm working all day shifts now, so I'm having a tough time acclimating to the time change. It's getting better, and I'm taking better care of myself, so I'm hoping some of the weight will come off and I can get myself in better shape. I don't want to be a fat middle aged burnout, and won't be able to keep up with my job, or my kid if I am. So I'm using everything that's going on as a catalyst for making my entire quality of life better. Less alcohol, more exercise and movement. It would be nice to go into springtime lighter and healthier.
Bob has a million teeth and is toddling around pretty well. He still prefers crawling, but he can take 6 or 7 steps before crapping out. It's very cute. Still no words, but it will be soon. He understands a lot more, and attempts to mimic us. I think his bottleneck is vocalization, not comprehension. He also has new teeth coming in all the time, so that could make it difficult too. Imagine trying to take Spanish lessons with dental work going on. He pudgy, healthy and happy. All the girls on Market Street have crushes on him, and he flirts with all the ladies when I take him out.
Other than that, not much. Liz and I are on opposite schedules, so we spend most of our time passing each other in the night. it's a necessary evil, but we do what we have to.
On opening day I made a HUGE rookie mistake and was read the riot act from Chef Anne. I completely had it coming, but still felt like a jackass for screwing up. Later in the day I pulled her aside to apologize, and she stated directly that she wasn't interested. Motives for our actions were irrelevant, only results. A customer doesn't know the difference between a mistake, and a failed recipe. The result will still be 1 less customer. I appreciate her directness even if it comes as a result of me screwing the pooch.
For the first time in while, I feel like I'm learning again, and not just atrophying my skills for a paycheck. I"m not even close to being the most skilled person in the kitchen. I will get better by working here. It's just stressful to worry about doing something wrong, or sub par. Having a family to support is a huge motivator to not only "get by", but to improve and grow. I have high hopes for this place, but know that my destiny is in my own hands, and success will be hard earned.
I'm working all day shifts now, so I'm having a tough time acclimating to the time change. It's getting better, and I'm taking better care of myself, so I'm hoping some of the weight will come off and I can get myself in better shape. I don't want to be a fat middle aged burnout, and won't be able to keep up with my job, or my kid if I am. So I'm using everything that's going on as a catalyst for making my entire quality of life better. Less alcohol, more exercise and movement. It would be nice to go into springtime lighter and healthier.
Bob has a million teeth and is toddling around pretty well. He still prefers crawling, but he can take 6 or 7 steps before crapping out. It's very cute. Still no words, but it will be soon. He understands a lot more, and attempts to mimic us. I think his bottleneck is vocalization, not comprehension. He also has new teeth coming in all the time, so that could make it difficult too. Imagine trying to take Spanish lessons with dental work going on. He pudgy, healthy and happy. All the girls on Market Street have crushes on him, and he flirts with all the ladies when I take him out.
Other than that, not much. Liz and I are on opposite schedules, so we spend most of our time passing each other in the night. it's a necessary evil, but we do what we have to.
Well ain't that some shit.
Apparently the old man (My Father) has decided that he wants to meet his grandson.
I can't say I'm shocked, or even surprised. I'm actually impressed that enough effort was put forth to get the information to me. Keep in mind, I wasn't personally contacted by him. His current wife (truely an angel) spoke with my mother, who in turn let me know.
Tammy (The Wife) is honestly a wonderful gal. There is no sarcasm there, and I consider her daughter Jenn to be my little sister.
I have been horribly neglectful in my relationship with them both. I am not oblivious of the similarities.
A little history.
In my entire life, all contact I've had with JTO3 has been facilitated by his woman du jour. I've a long history of wives, daughters and loved ones tracking me down on his behalf and telling me sad stories of lonelieness and regret. To them I'm a key component to his happiness and inner peace. To me, I've been made to feel non-essential at best, and a potentially violent adversary at worst. Mostly, I just don't exist at all in that world. Fine, I've come to terms with it. The game changes severely when there is a child (and wife) involved.
I feel like my responsibility to my son is to allow him an unbiased opinion of his grandfather. It's unfair for me to paint a picture of my father and make Bob accept it. He's 6 months old now, but someday that WILL matter to him. I'm obligated to be the bridge between him and his family, not create his views out of thin air and taint his own history, let alone that of future generations.
So I told my mom this... (Because we're in High School, and that's how we communicate)
If they are willing to make the effort to travel here from Florida to meet Bob, then I will allow it, be gracious, and not create any issues. It will be a pleasent visit with the goal of establishing a relationship between my father, and my son. They will be welcome in our home, I will cook for them, and they will be welcome to get a taste of the life we lead here.
The only stipulation is this.
If JTO3 wants to be a part of Bobs life, then it's permanent. He will BE Grandpa, and live up to his family obligations. I will protect my son from anyone who will hurt him. This visit won't be JTO3 taking 3 days to clean his guilt then fuck off again feeling like 40ish years of bullshit is free and clear. I'm expecting my son to get Christmas presents, phone calls, and support when he acheaves good things in his life. If that's too much to ask, then fine. Stay in Florida and don't waste our time. My son is a fragile child who WILL grow up to be a strong, intellegent, compassionate, and moral man. JTO3 can be a part of it, or not, but I will not allow him to come and go as he pleases and force the same issues on Bob that he did on me.
OK
Schadenfreude:
is a German word meaning 'pleasure from misfortune'.
It DOES NOT apply to anything above. For what that's worth, I'm happy the old man gives a shit.
The subject is someone entirely unrelated, who is enjoying a little Karma. Nothing more needs to be said about it. Shutting the fuck up works in your favor sometimes... LOL See you soon shitbag.
Apparently the old man (My Father) has decided that he wants to meet his grandson.
I can't say I'm shocked, or even surprised. I'm actually impressed that enough effort was put forth to get the information to me. Keep in mind, I wasn't personally contacted by him. His current wife (truely an angel) spoke with my mother, who in turn let me know.
Tammy (The Wife) is honestly a wonderful gal. There is no sarcasm there, and I consider her daughter Jenn to be my little sister.
I have been horribly neglectful in my relationship with them both. I am not oblivious of the similarities.
A little history.
In my entire life, all contact I've had with JTO3 has been facilitated by his woman du jour. I've a long history of wives, daughters and loved ones tracking me down on his behalf and telling me sad stories of lonelieness and regret. To them I'm a key component to his happiness and inner peace. To me, I've been made to feel non-essential at best, and a potentially violent adversary at worst. Mostly, I just don't exist at all in that world. Fine, I've come to terms with it. The game changes severely when there is a child (and wife) involved.
I feel like my responsibility to my son is to allow him an unbiased opinion of his grandfather. It's unfair for me to paint a picture of my father and make Bob accept it. He's 6 months old now, but someday that WILL matter to him. I'm obligated to be the bridge between him and his family, not create his views out of thin air and taint his own history, let alone that of future generations.
So I told my mom this... (Because we're in High School, and that's how we communicate)
If they are willing to make the effort to travel here from Florida to meet Bob, then I will allow it, be gracious, and not create any issues. It will be a pleasent visit with the goal of establishing a relationship between my father, and my son. They will be welcome in our home, I will cook for them, and they will be welcome to get a taste of the life we lead here.
The only stipulation is this.
If JTO3 wants to be a part of Bobs life, then it's permanent. He will BE Grandpa, and live up to his family obligations. I will protect my son from anyone who will hurt him. This visit won't be JTO3 taking 3 days to clean his guilt then fuck off again feeling like 40ish years of bullshit is free and clear. I'm expecting my son to get Christmas presents, phone calls, and support when he acheaves good things in his life. If that's too much to ask, then fine. Stay in Florida and don't waste our time. My son is a fragile child who WILL grow up to be a strong, intellegent, compassionate, and moral man. JTO3 can be a part of it, or not, but I will not allow him to come and go as he pleases and force the same issues on Bob that he did on me.
OK
Schadenfreude:
is a German word meaning 'pleasure from misfortune'.
It DOES NOT apply to anything above. For what that's worth, I'm happy the old man gives a shit.
The subject is someone entirely unrelated, who is enjoying a little Karma. Nothing more needs to be said about it. Shutting the fuck up works in your favor sometimes... LOL See you soon shitbag.
It's a boy!
Liz went in for her first ultrasound recently.. and we got to see the first pix of our little guy. He's very wiggly and was too shy to get a good picture of his face. He kept turning away from the camera and bicycle kicking Liz when they would move her. Must get that from his old man....
He's also definitely a boy. Our Doc said that it's very inaccurate, and not trust Ultrasounds this early, but the Doctor showed us his doodle... He's DEFINITELY a boy... (Much get that from his Grandpa)
Liz and I both though we were having a girl.. I guesss our parental telepathy isn't as strong as we thought yet.
We aren't dissapointed at all though.. So far everything is where it's supposed to be, and apparently, he thinkiks he's at a pre natal Angnostic Front show, from all the movement. We couldn't hope for anything more.
Liz went in for her first ultrasound recently.. and we got to see the first pix of our little guy. He's very wiggly and was too shy to get a good picture of his face. He kept turning away from the camera and bicycle kicking Liz when they would move her. Must get that from his old man....
He's also definitely a boy. Our Doc said that it's very inaccurate, and not trust Ultrasounds this early, but the Doctor showed us his doodle... He's DEFINITELY a boy... (Much get that from his Grandpa)
Liz and I both though we were having a girl.. I guesss our parental telepathy isn't as strong as we thought yet.
We aren't dissapointed at all though.. So far everything is where it's supposed to be, and apparently, he thinkiks he's at a pre natal Angnostic Front show, from all the movement. We couldn't hope for anything more.
Livin' La Vida Stupido.....
Liz has shitty morning sickness and feels awful most of the time... I wish there was a clear cut way to help her through it, but apparently.. It just comes with the territory for some Gals.
Job hunting sucks. February in a shitty small town is now the time and place for gettin' your Chef on.
I've been investing a lot of time trying to train Dewey (black lab) down to normal.. He's 14 months old, so he's a giant ball of puppy energy and doesn't realize he weighs 90 pounds... Not a good combo around preggos and infants. He tries to crawl in my lap so I'll carry him around.. He has no idea how big he is.
Meatball is still the cutest 11 yeah old dog pound Beagle ever.
We changed the cats name from "Fucker" to "Tucker" in an attempt to make our home life more kid friendly.
Cooked my C drive and had to reformat everything... Lame afternnon..Luckily I've learned my lesson and have all my shit backed up. /jinx
The war with my Neighbor "The Predator" continues to amuse me to no end... He's this 50 something crackhead guy who harasses the women in the neighborhood. He weighs about 110 pounds (I'm 240), and I think he's had a stroke at some point. Anywho, I told him if he was ever on my property again, I was going to have him arrested, and he said that he's a "Ninja" and would "cut my fucking throat" if he ever saw me at night.
I suggested that if he wanted to commit suicide that badly, that he should jump off a bridge. It would be less painful then trying to take me on in a dark alley.
I know that reads pretty harsh, but it's actually funny if you saw this guy... It's like Tyrone Biggams grandpa.
Liz keeps getting mad at me for trying to bait him into taking a swing at me so I can kick his ass and scare him off. She fails to see the logic in it..
He's terrified of the dog, so I openly call him "Alpo" because he smells like dog food to Dewey. It's all too stupid to take seriously..
If he kills me, I'll have Liz write an Obit for me here.
Liz has shitty morning sickness and feels awful most of the time... I wish there was a clear cut way to help her through it, but apparently.. It just comes with the territory for some Gals.
Job hunting sucks. February in a shitty small town is now the time and place for gettin' your Chef on.
I've been investing a lot of time trying to train Dewey (black lab) down to normal.. He's 14 months old, so he's a giant ball of puppy energy and doesn't realize he weighs 90 pounds... Not a good combo around preggos and infants. He tries to crawl in my lap so I'll carry him around.. He has no idea how big he is.
Meatball is still the cutest 11 yeah old dog pound Beagle ever.
We changed the cats name from "Fucker" to "Tucker" in an attempt to make our home life more kid friendly.
Cooked my C drive and had to reformat everything... Lame afternnon..Luckily I've learned my lesson and have all my shit backed up. /jinx
The war with my Neighbor "The Predator" continues to amuse me to no end... He's this 50 something crackhead guy who harasses the women in the neighborhood. He weighs about 110 pounds (I'm 240), and I think he's had a stroke at some point. Anywho, I told him if he was ever on my property again, I was going to have him arrested, and he said that he's a "Ninja" and would "cut my fucking throat" if he ever saw me at night.
I suggested that if he wanted to commit suicide that badly, that he should jump off a bridge. It would be less painful then trying to take me on in a dark alley.
I know that reads pretty harsh, but it's actually funny if you saw this guy... It's like Tyrone Biggams grandpa.
Liz keeps getting mad at me for trying to bait him into taking a swing at me so I can kick his ass and scare him off. She fails to see the logic in it..
He's terrified of the dog, so I openly call him "Alpo" because he smells like dog food to Dewey. It's all too stupid to take seriously..
If he kills me, I'll have Liz write an Obit for me here.
You made me realize how much I suck for being a man... Thank you.. I needed that apparently.
I know i don't post a lot, but I recently found out that my wife Liz, and I are expecting our first child. I'd really love to have our kid be a second generation old school punk rocker like his / her folks, but I know that's unrealistic. Honestly, I just want him/her to just be happy and free thinking. As long as he/she isn't a gigantic asshole, they can do whatever they want. I just hope that they can appreciate some of the beautiful things in this world.... The list will grow with time. This is all stream of conscienceness. I think this list should be universal.. We all live our own lives, but perfection speaks for itself. Not much "Punk Rock" here.. I grew up in the prime of DC Hardcore. I shouldn't have to say I hope my kid likes Minor Threat. Void and Malifice were better anyway. A Lot of Dischord was overrated.
Stevie Wonder
Aretha Franklin
Patsy Cline
Frank Zappa
Johnny Cash
Bad Brains
John Steinbeck
Moby Dick
The Simpsons
Radiohead (Pre Kid A)
Fat old Beagles (Yes, the dog)
HR Giger
Robt. Williams
Pink Floyd
Led Zeppelin
The Who (They ARE punk)
Washington Redskins (Fuck Dallas)
George Clinton
Patton Oswalt
David Cross
Stevie Wonder (again)
Black Sabbath (Ozzy Version)
Stevie Ray Vaugne
Anthony Bourdaine
Iron Chef (Japan)
Godzilla Movies
A Perfect mid rare Steak with Horseradish
Stevie Wonder
Aretha Franklin
Patsy Cline
Frank Zappa
Johnny Cash
Bad Brains
John Steinbeck
Moby Dick
The Simpsons
Radiohead (Pre Kid A)
Fat old Beagles (Yes, the dog)
HR Giger
Robt. Williams
Pink Floyd
Led Zeppelin
The Who (They ARE punk)
Washington Redskins (Fuck Dallas)
George Clinton
Patton Oswalt
David Cross
Stevie Wonder (again)
Black Sabbath (Ozzy Version)
Stevie Ray Vaugne
Anthony Bourdaine
Iron Chef (Japan)
Godzilla Movies
A Perfect mid rare Steak with Horseradish
Well, life is funny sometimes.. Liz and I have always sort of prided ourselves as being Punk Rock Rebels forever, but somehow at every turn we fail miserably, and end up being a normal loving nuclear family....
We fell in love, we lived together, we had a huge traditional wedding without tattoo in sight, and we've recently decided we want to have kids.....
SURPISE! Literally the first attempt under the assumption that we MIGHT get pregnant, and BAM!
So in plain English,,, Liz and I are thrilled to announce that we are expecting our first child. We just found out a couple days ago, so we have no details yet.. Just looking at a calendar is should be around Septemberish.....
Things that won't happen:
We aren't going to be assholes and name our kids something obnoxious to justify our own punkness.
I have been annoying Liz with shittly suggestions though..
Boy Options:
GG
Dimebag
Quzmat (my minion in Warcraft)
Ultimate Warrior
Shooter
Girl Options:
Oprah
Beyonce
Latifa
Meatball Jr (Our Beagle is Meatball Sr.)
I'm not going to be a foul mouthed drunk around my kid. If you've ever seen me around kids, you'd be shocked to notice that they love me, and I'm great with them. Too many shitheads walk this planet because the people who spawned them didn't raise them to be decent people.
Liz and I have all the ingredients required to raise smart, independent thinking, hilarious, awsome human beings, and from this day forward, that's my primary goal in life.
Liz has quit smoking, and everything else, and we're both going on serious diets and taking better care of ourselves.
I'm not quitting drinking, but it's being cut down to absolute minimum, and never in front of my kid. I haven't smoked for 6 years, and hate drugs, so that's a non issue. Due to some fun times when I was little, I think drunk adults around kids is disgusting.
I'm thinking about converting to Catholicism. Mostly because Liz was raised in the faith, and I'd like my kid to have at least some grounding in Faith. It's not so much because I love Catholics, or am especially Religious, but I'd like to have a spiritule grounding for him/her to be able to look at as a guide when we aren't around to help. If Liz and I are both on the same page, then it will be easier to explain right and wrong without havening you parents saying 2 different things.
Sorry for the text diarreah, I'm just somewhat overwhelmed right now. Anyone reading this with kids, I'm sure understands.
Shit, I guess I'm going to have to mix The Wiggles in with the Agnostic Front from now on.
We fell in love, we lived together, we had a huge traditional wedding without tattoo in sight, and we've recently decided we want to have kids.....
SURPISE! Literally the first attempt under the assumption that we MIGHT get pregnant, and BAM!
So in plain English,,, Liz and I are thrilled to announce that we are expecting our first child. We just found out a couple days ago, so we have no details yet.. Just looking at a calendar is should be around Septemberish.....
Things that won't happen:
We aren't going to be assholes and name our kids something obnoxious to justify our own punkness.
I have been annoying Liz with shittly suggestions though..
Boy Options:
GG
Dimebag
Quzmat (my minion in Warcraft)
Ultimate Warrior
Shooter
Girl Options:
Oprah
Beyonce
Latifa
Meatball Jr (Our Beagle is Meatball Sr.)
I'm not going to be a foul mouthed drunk around my kid. If you've ever seen me around kids, you'd be shocked to notice that they love me, and I'm great with them. Too many shitheads walk this planet because the people who spawned them didn't raise them to be decent people.
Liz and I have all the ingredients required to raise smart, independent thinking, hilarious, awsome human beings, and from this day forward, that's my primary goal in life.
Liz has quit smoking, and everything else, and we're both going on serious diets and taking better care of ourselves.
I'm not quitting drinking, but it's being cut down to absolute minimum, and never in front of my kid. I haven't smoked for 6 years, and hate drugs, so that's a non issue. Due to some fun times when I was little, I think drunk adults around kids is disgusting.
I'm thinking about converting to Catholicism. Mostly because Liz was raised in the faith, and I'd like my kid to have at least some grounding in Faith. It's not so much because I love Catholics, or am especially Religious, but I'd like to have a spiritule grounding for him/her to be able to look at as a guide when we aren't around to help. If Liz and I are both on the same page, then it will be easier to explain right and wrong without havening you parents saying 2 different things.
Sorry for the text diarreah, I'm just somewhat overwhelmed right now. Anyone reading this with kids, I'm sure understands.
Shit, I guess I'm going to have to mix The Wiggles in with the Agnostic Front from now on.
Liz and I are knocked up...
I'm giving her a hard time about not being old school.
She always tried to be a badass old punker, but she wound up having a huge traditional wedding with the guy she lost her virginity to.
Then she went and got pregnant after we decided we wanted kids.....
Fuckin' poser.... lol
(All bullshit aside... I can't imagine being happier, this is our first baby, we're terrified, and thrilled. This is gonna rule !!! She is my everything, and I can't imagine having a family any other way)
I'm giving her a hard time about not being old school.
She always tried to be a badass old punker, but she wound up having a huge traditional wedding with the guy she lost her virginity to.
Then she went and got pregnant after we decided we wanted kids.....
Fuckin' poser.... lol
(All bullshit aside... I can't imagine being happier, this is our first baby, we're terrified, and thrilled. This is gonna rule !!! She is my everything, and I can't imagine having a family any other way)
Needles, Needles.Needles........
I just finished the second sitting (of at least 5) on my left sleeve tattoo. It's looking great. All the outlines and blackwork are done. Now it's all color, shading and detail. I'm sore, and itchy, but happy it's finally getting done. Pix to post soon. My next session is on Oct 27th.. Should rule and suck at the same time. Anyone who has had large tattoos (bullshit little ones don't count), should get it.
Stangely, I HATE needles. It's a supreme act of willpower for me to deal with them in a doctors office. Yet somehow, I actually get excited about it in the tattoo chair. I'm extremely happy with it so far.
Other bullshit:
Work Sucks, but it's WAY better than the old place...
Liz is still sick, but getting decent treatment.....
My side of the family are still fucking insane. I'm actually not talking to the majority of them. (Not ALL, but some)
Liz's side of the family are still Saints. I adore them, and feel blessed to no end that they care about us as much as they do.
Dewey (Black Lab) is huge, and needs to get those nuts removed. (Also huge) To quote DethKlock... "He's a rascally goofball"
Meatball (10 year old Beagle) is ageing poorly. She's sore and weak, and I just try my best to treat her sweetly, and let her know I love her. It breaks my heart to see her get older and slower, but I"m glad it's with us, then the fuckin pound we rescued her from.... Liz and I are still healing from having to put Sidney (our Rottweiler) down last year, that this will inevetibly crush us. I'm just trying to be ready when the time comes.
I am a shitty, shitty friend. I know it. I want to fix it. Hopefully soon, things will level off enough that i can talk to folks, and make plans, and not feel like a shitwipe. Tony, Mac, Et Al.... I'm sorry. Not to sound too melodramatic... I feel like I'm in a cave, and I'm just terying to get out. Once I have, I owe you a fuckin' beer.. And that's a promise.
Kiss the kids, apologize to the wives, and know I love you.
John..........
I just finished the second sitting (of at least 5) on my left sleeve tattoo. It's looking great. All the outlines and blackwork are done. Now it's all color, shading and detail. I'm sore, and itchy, but happy it's finally getting done. Pix to post soon. My next session is on Oct 27th.. Should rule and suck at the same time. Anyone who has had large tattoos (bullshit little ones don't count), should get it.
Stangely, I HATE needles. It's a supreme act of willpower for me to deal with them in a doctors office. Yet somehow, I actually get excited about it in the tattoo chair. I'm extremely happy with it so far.
Other bullshit:
Work Sucks, but it's WAY better than the old place...
Liz is still sick, but getting decent treatment.....
My side of the family are still fucking insane. I'm actually not talking to the majority of them. (Not ALL, but some)
Liz's side of the family are still Saints. I adore them, and feel blessed to no end that they care about us as much as they do.
Dewey (Black Lab) is huge, and needs to get those nuts removed. (Also huge) To quote DethKlock... "He's a rascally goofball"
Meatball (10 year old Beagle) is ageing poorly. She's sore and weak, and I just try my best to treat her sweetly, and let her know I love her. It breaks my heart to see her get older and slower, but I"m glad it's with us, then the fuckin pound we rescued her from.... Liz and I are still healing from having to put Sidney (our Rottweiler) down last year, that this will inevetibly crush us. I'm just trying to be ready when the time comes.
I am a shitty, shitty friend. I know it. I want to fix it. Hopefully soon, things will level off enough that i can talk to folks, and make plans, and not feel like a shitwipe. Tony, Mac, Et Al.... I'm sorry. Not to sound too melodramatic... I feel like I'm in a cave, and I'm just terying to get out. Once I have, I owe you a fuckin' beer.. And that's a promise.
Kiss the kids, apologize to the wives, and know I love you.
John..........
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