ironbhr

my god has it almost been a year already? i find it funny that here i am on "vacation" meaning of course that i merely don't have to go to work for a week, wide awake around four in the morning. great time to cook bacon...
so sophie is going to be one on saturday. i find that remarkable for so many reasons. one. i'm too young to be this old. two. she's to young to be that old, but my god if they don't grow like weeds. running around, can emote like a motherfucker, such the facial expressions she has. now if we could only start talking the king's english...it's the communication think that's the biggest deal with me. syllables do not information make. well if you string enough of them together it does...but that's a different story. i can't walk around the mall with out fear creeping into my mind. is she going to be like that one or that one or *gasp* that cheerleader....my god it's nerve wracking. maybe i should start drinking...then again...i doubt it would get any better, or worse.

i can't explain what it feels like to be a father. dickens said it the best "it's the best of times, it's the worst of times" when your daughter wakes you up at three in the morning just because she lost her pacifer (laying right next to her mouth) and you can't get back to sleep...it's the worst. when you are going to bed and look in on her, seeing her peaceful beautiful little face, you can't help but smile. i sure as hell can't.


top five:
1. thick cut maple smoked bacon
2. fu manchu
3. sleeping in
4. listening to all the cd's in the house because you've already watched all the dvds
5. sitting on the patio watching the world go by