'til Death

Marriage is so metal. When the only person I can control is me, the only reason I would go insane is if I didn't learn to let go of the unimportant. It doesn't mean I have to stop loving anyone any less. Loving myself is important if I'm to remain capable of taking care of what I must. Especially the children. It's unimaginable that I would refuse to do whatever I had to to make sure my kids were able to grow, learn and empower themselves. Even more reason to do what I must to commit to sanity and health. I'm not doing bad.

Hev-E

Whoa. Metal. I went to a show recently that was truly unforgettable. Daikaiju and Giardia were just wonderful.

(not a picture I took)

There was even a mosh pit I got involved in. I'd like to thank Sean Ostrow for the kind invitation and astute encouragement from right around the very second we met. I also took the opportunity to cry on Robert Romesburg's bosom, and would like to thank him for having a wise and comforting presence. This blog doesn't really get advertised, so maybe they'll never see these gracious words. The words are out there though. 

Yesterday I took the fam down to the Pueblo reservoir for the first time - actually pretty great. Especially as I get to missing my sun and surf in these warm, light-filled months. I've been reading a book call "When Things Fall Apart" and it sounds like maybe I'm reading it because things are falling apart, however, things are in a constant state of falling apart and it's great for learning to let go of that which is out of our control. I know I love my family and friends and self. It wouldn't make sense to cling to a way that prevented my growth and the broadening of my love just to avoid perceived pain. 

Skits 'n' Shits 'n' Giggles

That last blog post sure worked me up. I had a great time with my comedian friend and we are now a comedy duo and quite a force to reckon with. If you need to lighten up (trust me, you DO) then Skits 'n' Shits 'n' Giggles are the pair of bitches you should go see LIVE at the open mic on Monday nights at Zodiac Bar & Venue in B-YOOtiful Colorado Springs, Colorado, U.S.A., North America, Earth, Solar System, Milky Way, Universe (believe it or not). I sure seem super serious about this endeavor.

Here's the thing: I just love this performing thing a LOT. The chemistry in this duo is a very efficient and powerful fuel. We planned a little presentation, prepped a little segue, improvised (like I like) and sprinkled a bit of magic on each other's fannies. Look, details aren't my thing - it's just pure and special within the very moment it occurs. We have enough in common and enough different to bounce our thoughts and words off one another like a hot, sexy potato. YES, she has guitar skills. YES, I have sweet moves. YES, we ooze brilliant, healing energy like a bright, golden light.

Benny was there, Jelly Bones, Kai, Saustro, faces I just adore. Oh, Monday: best day of the week. Guy with a Russian accent claiming he was from Boise, Idaho. Matt Gabriel and his critical manner that makes him hilarious. Strange Josh fellow with incredible, chaotic talent. Kevin Pounds with his soul and cheek bones. I judge people. The verdict? They're GREAT!

After performing we hung out outside with a clean-cut, lanky cowboy and made up songs about having no teeth. All the while his teeth were on full display. WHAT TEETH! He had a look like Gomer Pyle.

Mother, May I?

Yo dawg. Remember when you didn't do stuff because your parents wouldn't let you? Having grown up I never thought I'd have so many excuses for why I "can't" do things I would love to do. The excuses have been few and far between these days and it is making a big difference in my quality of life. It's truly incredible to see what a few months of concentrated effort can do. Specific goals aren't easy for me, I have much love for many generally creative endeavors. What if I were to decide to focus energy on just one? If so, it would be comedy. At least that's how I feel today. But that feeling will change. Performing is the general pursuit at the moment. The universe will guide me beyond that. Someone has some fresh bread in my vicinity and it's KILLING me. Want.

I invited a local comedian over this weekend. Maybe we'll record a podcast! The thought of whipping up some theme music and fake commercials alone has me sold.

Time for the Funk

Bro... I moved into my very own apartment. Having a kitchen again is making me near explosive with happiness. I'm taking more regular poops and have been thrift shopping like a pro. I just snagged an a-MAZ-ing set of rattan furniture for the living room. It's going to be incredible with all the plants I plan on acquiring. I don't think I'll be buying anything new besides mattresses. I'm so friggin' thrifty! I'll be posting all the pictures when it starts coming together. Though I may get some colorful pieces from where I work since I love some of the stuff we sell. Such as...

Lousy Smarch Weather

I'm ready for summer. It just ain't right when the weather decides to be poopy on weekends. I'm also ready for Daylight Savings and a new place to live and a puppy and a million dollars and a vacation and a new, sexy haircut. I did dye my hair last night. Same ol' Clairol Flare Me "Rose to the Occasion" as it looks good fresh or faded with my skin and eyes. Maybe I'll have my blessed cousin cut my hair next weekend, every time he cuts my hair it looks great and grows out beautifully.

Did the karaoke this past Thursday with dear Brandy. Love Shack 100%.

Was offered cocaine again. Declined again. I figured I just didn't have that many chores to do. Not much to do at all really. No stressful deadlines. No lack of enough energy or focus. Maybe if I had one o' them corporate-type jobs and no soul. Or just went through a really dark phase of not liking myself. It's not crack, but I prefer a laid back demeanor. Coffee fixes me up pretty okay.

The snow just kept dumping over the weekend... the kids get a snow day today, but not little ol' me. I did get the tax return dough and will be moving into my own pad ASAP. Which requires a bit of time and attention during my normal work hours and it'll be so wonderful when it's done. It would be great to get a place with a big closet that could be turned into a little studio. Dreams.

Zoomba

Roland turned six on Monday - he seems even younger somehow. Kids DO NOT grow up "SOOOOO FAST". They take forever to reach maturity compared to so many other mammals. Six years we've been able to keep him alive and he is still all little and helpless. He's getting pretty good at reading though, I guess.

Oh, and I went to a Zombie Prom themed party on Friday, danced my brains out. I used red decorative gel (for desserts) for the blood and green for a big ol' booger and some rotting parts. Zombies aren't my favorite thing, but I was asked to go and love costumes. Roland wore a ripped white shirt over a red shirt so he could be a zombie too (he did not go to the prom though). There was a vendor selling jewelry there and I got a scorpion pin. Love it. The new job is great too, WAY better for my brain/strengths. Alright, back to working on music. Open mic is tomorrow.