'tAin't Right

Oh circumcision! How you haunt my every thought!

Somebody please tell me whether or not to cut my son's foreskin off!

Anyways, now that that is out of the way: I think a decision has been made regarding the name of this child who may or may not continue to have foreskin forever...

...Roland Grey Compo!

oh wow, I've never written it out before. It looks good. Strong. myes.

It started snowing this evening. Looked like a snow globe outside of WalMart, where we purchased an ice scraper, red potatoes and underwear.

I'm beginning to hate television. People spend so much time watching it that they don't have time to read my blog! It's not like I post very often.

I gotta go. This WalMart underwear is KILLING me.

Thriller

Went to Blue River, CO over the weekend and stayed in a cabin with the best group of people one could stay in a cabin with. It's just a few minutes south of Breckenridge. Whatever that means.

Cabin trip essentials:
1. Too much food
2. Hot tub
3. Cider
4. Chap stick
5. More food
6. Camera
7. Fire
8. Michael Jackson T-shirt

As they say: "Eight is Enough"

It was just too bad I couldn't enjoy some booze. I'm having a boy BTW. Just as the dream prophesied. Well... it had a 50-50 chance of being right.

BOO YAH!

crAPP for that

Yo Y'all! I'm lovin' my job! Ain't even right!

It's "hump" day. hmm. okay.

My belly is a hump. I thought within this blog I would make my first online mention of the pregnancy I am knee-deep in. Seriously half over with. It is flippin' around in my guts, playing with my innards like a true thug. What?

I had a dream it was a boy. I will actually find out Tuesday via ultrasound. Shouldn't there be a newer term for those? like: Mega-UltraSoundX1000? Anyways, they're good these days. Is there an ultrasound app yet? COOL!

CrAzAy! I love vitamin B.

hYpErLiNk

I want to learn something on my own today. Well, not on my own... with the aid of the highly informative "internet". I'll experiment.

My cousin told me to check out a video on YouTube that he's in. It is actually kinda great.

Dat Red Velvet Cake will make you want dat red dye. One small issue I have with it, however, is the lack of cream cheese frosting. Poor planning I assume.

I love new clothes. I love massages. I love homemade cookies. I love wiffle ball.

Dah Tah

AAAAnd here I are!

I'm working at a data center. It is much like learning a new language. It IS learning a new language. Mostly learning the long versions of acronyms actually. The spoken language isn't fast enough for some people ya know. I'm trying to find ways to describe what it is a data center does without boring everyone. We all enjoy our internets and all the more so when it's better connected to the entire world and faster and easier etc. Why don't the majority of people give a crap? I didn't delve into technology while in school. I'm a little bit sad and also realize not that many people want to be considered "nerds", but now those nerds are pretty well off. Or at least should be. If they know what they're worth. Because while we're all sitting around wondering what cookies are they're zipping through cyber space on a virtual Ferrari filled with funny cat pictures.

So, I'm going to try and find ways to explain what it is we do. Without causing people to drool and stare blankly... at cat pictures.

July To Me

   So. July was a sad attempt at blogging. I apologize gang. This post is going to be various forms of "sorry" and "my bad" and "yeah, I know, just the one weird post with hardly any words" and "I hate myself". Things might start to get a little heated when I type something like, "you know, you could have been more supportive" and "I lived a large portion of the month in a freaky hotel with the shirtless KKK dude and all other forms of crack heads" and "you know what? I don't have to ask for forgiveness from you, I have no obligations at all to provide you with awesome reading material at no cost to you!".
  Life has changed. Undoubtedly for the better. Which probably means I'll be neglecting this blog because *we hate it when our friends become successful* . Talking about all the good stuff is for facebook because that's how we let our relatives know we're not in a dumpster somewhere. I use this blog during hard times to be humorous. I needed something to do to occupy my withering brain. This isn't a definite plan to neglect anything. So stop being such a baby.
  I'm now in Colorado. I not only love it here, here loves me right back. I will probably soon forget this statement and get right back to blogging. You know, what I'm really trying to say is: I have no idea what I'm saying.
  In conclusion, be careful about choosing a hotel and don't let your brain wither. It was really withering in July. Wither and thither.

I found a funny picture in my in-laws computer. It's from the best wedding in history. The marriage of Jason and April and Tree. Tree left Jason and I for some skanky shrub in mid 2009. There were plenty of signs it was unhappy, starting when we walked away from it to go eat. I saw a little tear of sap rolling down it's bark. It was ill-conceived, I know.

Ritualisticky

 

  

 

  

You're welcome.