Thursday, July 8, 2010

The youngest comes into her own...I think

Okay, to catch you up: It's been a very long time since we last spoke, so here's the news in my life. I now have two semesters on the Dean's List under my belt. I'm losing weight again (thanks to eating better, or at least less) and I'm now in my summer internship for a heating and cooling company, and I couldn't be enjoying it any greater than I am now.

Justeen has been petulant, loud, obnoxious and stubborn. Sometimes all in one day! She's learning quickly however that daddy doesn't mess around anymore, the days of being pushed around, and trying to be her best friend are over. I want her to like me, but I want her to know that she does not rule around here. Sure, she's my princess, but that doesn't mean she can act like it.

Lorelei, since becoming bi-pedal, has quickly become The Monkey. In all shapes and forms. She is fast! She climbs all over everything to get into anything she can get her little paws on. She is developing attitude and personality. Which leads us to this evening:

My wife came home from work in a foul mood after a bad day at work. I came home from work ten minutes earlier in a great mood from work (as is the norm lately). This dude comes walking down the street and lets his dog start sniffing for a place to go. The passive-aggressive wuss I am, stands inside the house, looking out the window, shaking my fist and yelling at the windowpane: "You'd better not let your dog shit in my yard!" Which inspires my wife to see what's going on, at which time, she opens the door, and asks the guy if the dog went in the yard. She then tells him to get it out. She has kids that like to play in the yard and she doesn't need them playing with shit. He says: "Can I go back to my house and get something to do it?" She says: "You've got hands." The whole time wifey is yelling at this guy, Rory, in her diaper and nothing else, starts pointing her little finger and shaking her fist at the guy and yelling at him in baby-speak. Also, wifey is outside yelling at this guy in her bike shorts and tank top, ready for Tae Kwon Do.

Later, I told her, that she is one step down a slippery slope away from a moumou and curlers. She says now that she's afraid that she's going to open the door to a flaming bag of dog poo.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

She is bi-pedal!

After months of hanging onto walls, doors, baby gates, and any other item she can use to walk with, Lorelei finally started taking her first unassisted steps this week. Yesterday, she decided to test the waters a little further, walking seven steps down the hall. Walking occurred with her many times yesterday, it's only a matter of time before she becomes the motoring baby she wants to be so bad.

However, the oldest daughter came home sick from school and passed a little of it on to baby sister.

So she's not feeling the best, the wife is home with both of them, and I'm here at school. Oi. What a day.

Here's a video of her walking yesterday from the kitchen table to mommy.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

The littlest one turns one…and damn I feel old!

Yesterday Lorelei Arvella Ann celebrated her first birthday and I realized how FAST this year really was. I guess between the horrible time she’s had teething, the acid reflux, the many many sleepless nights and the slightly slower development (until recently) has made this year fly by. Despite seeming like it dragged out during said sleepless nights.

Watching her eat her cake, and reminiscing about the past year have made me realize four things:

  • This one is an entirely different being than her older counterpart. She’s so dainty with how she eats her cake, whereas Justeen threw cake at her guests!
  • She’s so bright eyed and inquisitive, she opened her own gifts at her first birthday, Justeen didn’t even do that as well as she could have.
  • She’s so much like her daddy unlike Justeen, so much so that she should have been a boy, she got an Abby Cadabby wand, and beat her stuffed Cookie Monster on the head with it.
  • She eats like a racehorse. She ate the cake, the some broccoli cheese soup and more and more cake.

I’m astounded at this perfect little being who knows so much, says so little, and can peg you for what you are without even hearing you speak!

Lorelei, I hope someday you’ll see this and realize how amazing you are, and how, like you’re sister, you’re as awesome as can be hoped for, despite the things I may have said I wanted you to be. I was a fool to say those things and I feel bad for saying them now because I’m seemingly repentant at all times now for it. But you make it okay, because I think you are a great person, good little girl, and you try to understand what everyone is doing even when it goes against your desires (much to your chagrin). None more has this been evident than when you get your diaper changed and you let us know you don’t want it done.

Enjoy this birthday kiddo, it’s been great so far, let it get better and may you learn more than your mind can hold every day!

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Lazy days, and impending winters...

Sitting here on the couch, watching Ace Ventura in HD, so I have some time to chill. I'm enjoying myself, relaxing, spending some time watching Jim Carrey with Cannibal Corpse and forgetting how badly I missed some things in this movie when I watched it as a kid. I'm also thinking about the family, thinking how things can be better, things that need to be improved, things that need to be forgotten about. Just wondering how I can even get my life back together.

Allow me to explain, things have been rough, I can not deny that. I've been dealing with the fallout of being laid off for almost a year now, it hasn't been roses all the time. I'm almost to midterms in my first semester in college. I'm stressing hard trying to keep high grades, good thing is, it's going well, so the stress isn't as much as first anticipated. I'm doing great, and unfortunately, I'm not doing as well in the whole dealing with my issues over the layoff. Contrary to the school of thought my wife has, it's not just because of being laid off, I understand that it wasn't my fault, that doesn't mean it didn't suck. Trying to deal with the thoughts and psychological loss of being laid off hasn't come to fruition yet. To put it mildly, I'm a whole basket full of crazy, and my family has bore the brunt of that.

I'm feeling miserable about the damage I've done, and it will take time to rebuild, but I'm starting the process of that, or at least trying to. I'll keep you updated on that as well as other observations about the fam and Roo's health and growth (she is doing SO amazing!)

PS: To keep myself busy I've been working like hell around the house, just yesterday I replaced the furnace filter, filled the snowblower with gas and oil mix as well as started it up and tuned it back to an even mix. I also put in a new light fixture to replace the old florescent fixture above the sink.

So I guess I've been working on things around the house to avoid dealing with things. But then again, some of the stuff needed done.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


Okay, so I sat idly by and watched my wife go through five years plus of school, and supported her at every turn, even if it meant being a little groggy at some points. I helped with the baby at the drop of a hat, did dishes, cleaned house, did laundry when I absolutely had to (I hate laundry!), and everything else that comes with being a househusband. I even continued this trend, even though at a slightly diminished capacity, when I went back to work finally. She graduated with great scores, and great grades, despite not getting honors like she tried so desperately hard for.

So now, I'm going back to school for a two-year trades degree. While I understand she's working 40 hrs a week, and taking care of both girls when she gets home, I don't expect a lot out of her. But I'm going to school, working up to 10 hrs a week, studying and trying to run for city council, all at the same time, in addition to doing the majority of the housework at home. I'm up at 5:30 most days, drop the kid at the house of the mom who takes her kids to the same bus stop by 6:40, and in Ankeny at school between 7:30 and 7:50 depending on traffic and when I get the kid dropped off by. Monday wednesday and friday I'm home between 1-2pm. Tuesday Thursday I'm home by 3 at the latest. I have to go pick up the oldest, come home, drop her off, go to work for a couple hours or so, with drive time I'm home not usually sooner than 7pm. Then I spend an hour or so on homework and such, and then the wife wants to spend time with me, and I still have to figure out how to get dishes and other housework done. I'm usually in bed by 11pm, exhausted.

Can a brotha get a hand with some shit?! Good lord. No wonder the house is such a mess...well, unless people come over, that reminds me! You want to come over this weekend?

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

A change is on the horizon...

So I went to classes for the first time in over a decade today. On three hours sleep. Wow, I'll NEVER do that again! First class went great, can't wait, can't wait even more so to get my tools so I can start playing with stuff in labs, RAWK ON!

I also decided that since my tuition includes use of the gym and weight room, I'm going to do something. Every single day that I'm in class, I will also spend some time in the gym. First six weeks are just going to be cardio, the next six weeks, strength training, from there on it will be one week cardio, one week strength, I'm going to take some pics, and post them this week, and post every week until I'm out of school, hopefully something awesome will take place.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Lost in another cup of hot tea...

So I'm sitting here a little more jubilant. My father-in-law is doing much better, the blockage is fixed, he's got color in his skin for the first time in almost a year. I'm almost ready to start school, plus I have a refund of about $2600 coming back, less books. Things might finally be looking up. I can only hope it gets better! I'm also looking into getting back into a band, a little something to do, in a different capacity YET again. Bass and vocals. Interesting. We'll see where it goes, because I hope these guys are open to playing many different genres, including newer stuff.

So I write now, realizing I forgot the under-rated list...on purpose? Hell, who knows, but here it is.

Sitting and getting lost in the music in the headphones. There is no greater pleasure then just experiencing feelings without the interaction from other people, just to sit, feel everything, the breeze of the ceiling fan, the light of the room, the music pulsing the eardrums, the vibration you feel in your head. Turning it down a bit because you realize that's too loud for the current state of things. Singing along because you got lost. Having the wife look at you funny, and then back to the lost.

A bubble bath so hot it turns your skin bright red. Or just a little less than that. As long as it's so hot the muscles relax for a time, that's where it's at!

Top 5, 10, 20 lists. I like them, I don't know why, I quantify many things in my life with these style of lists. I am also currently in the midst of making a Top 1000 list. The top 1000 songs that I would want ANYONE to hear no matter what age they are. From 1909 to 2009...or as far back as my collection goes. I don't think I could do it in 100. I'd be so fucked! I have so many I'd like to put on there, but so many have fallen off the wayside that it's hard to cut more!

Good friends, good pills, good times, good drinks, and good food. There is no ailment or problem that any singular item or combination of any the above can't solve or make better in moderation.

Metal. Any form of music that uses a heavily distorted and awesome minor key and totally rocks your world with words and music of anger is constructive, fuck the naysayers and the horse they rode in on. Life isn't all sunshine and unicorns and rainbows; sometimes life is downright mean, nasty, dirty, skanky and fucking dark! Metal channels that anger and somehow turns it around in the reveling of that darkness to make it back into light, or maybe it's because it balances out the happy pappy crap in this world with a brutal dose of reality straight to the temple. For more of an example of what I feel about metal, listen to Facing What Consumes You, We Still Fight and This Is Now by Hatebreed. It's a start.

Grunge, while technically more of a fashion statement than a musical movement, it still had some good music in there, no, I'm not just talking about Nirvana, there were lots of great bands of that era, because it's in the ear of the beholder, I'm not going to make a list here. But listen to some music from 1987-1995 and you'll see. In reality I feel grunge was an offshoot of metal, but more on the glam side of it and hair side on the Cartesian chart of metal scope. I'd draw one out for you, but I'm not that talented. Let's just say the four extremes would be Pop on the right, Obscure on the left, Heavy on the bottom, Light on the top. Hatebreed would be somewhere around -2x and -4y on a scale of 10. Nirvana would be more of a 3x, 4y on the scale. POD would be 10x 7y thing. Motorhead -10y and -4x. No question.

Facebook. I dig it, it's a great way to stay in touch, a great way to plan, because almost everyone I know is on facebook, so instead of having to shoot out the same text message 4-5 times because of the 10 contact limit on it, I can just post a facebook invite and let everyone sort it out from there. Plus it has LivingSocial which has a Top 5 list app, and I love it!

The Nightwatchman/Tom Morello, a lot of people write him off as a cut-rate Bruce Springsteen, and I say he's got something different there, he may be influenced highly in that project by him, but I don't see it as a copy.

Street Sweeper Social Club, yeah, another Tom Morello project, but this one is more like Rage, with less of the Audioslave feel. Bootsy Collins doing funk-rock!? WOW! I'm standing in awe, I'm impressed!

A few more over-rated things: The Cure, Pop music, Music video networks that show reality shows; That's not what the fuck you're there for! A spotless house...that's a neurosis not healthy!

Well, breakfast is needed to get the day up and moving, and I'm going to be putting on some tunes to rock out with in the kitchen. Time to rock it out!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Lost in a cup of hot tea...

Sitting here as a sentient being, or at least I am during this cup of French Vanilla tea, reading MetroDad, and pondering about things that I feel are over-rated or under-rated.

I'm also thinking about the procedure my father-in-law is going for today, and readying myself to be able to leave at the drop of a hat to go to the VA to be there if he goes downhill. I think he is one person that I'd want to be there for in passing now. I don't think this is going to go well, and that's not a wish, that's just an observation, the man has been in dire straits for the last two years now. I'm hoping it turns around for him, he needs some more good things to happen to him. I love the man, he is a bright beacon of optimism in a world that has long gone dark. He's often said he won't go out without a fight, well, he's had one hell of a fight, and he's still only hope however, is that he still has some fight left in him. So I'm a little preoccupied here, but oh well...onto the lists.

Reality TV...Please, more whiny ass teens or young adults acting like teens! Really, you're going with that again? Oh spare me the agony and just kill me now! I believe there is a separate circle in the hell I don't believe in for the concept writers of these so-called reality shows. I'm tired of hearing about Jon & Kate, The Duggars, and anyone else who is a brood mare for the state multiple times over, like they're a freakin star because their uterus is a gumball machine. I'm not impressed, if you have all those kids naturally, and I don't mean by implanting 40 eggs in your uterus. I'm trying to find the word for 40 kids but I keep finding singles dating sites for "40-somethings" or solutions to math problems. It's too early! Don't even get me started on American Idol, we'll be here all day!

Flavored tea, or more specifically, Flavored tea with the lack of said flavor. If my tea is french vanilla, dammit, it'd better taste like french vanilla, not like vanilla scented potpourri in a cup. I'd like to submit to these companies, the idea of a high-flavor line, because I'm sorry, the older I get, the less sensitive my tongue is...hence why I over hot sauce my KFC until I get heartburn from it, and by the by, when the fuck did I start getting heartburn?! Am I falling apart!?

Ailments. Since when did it become the status quo to advertise so many drugs to cure so many ailments, I'm tired of seeing it, and I don't like hearing about your erectile dysfunction issue on TV. Isn't there someone you're supposed to talk to about this, that like, gets paid for doing such talking, and then he offers you something for it? Dealer...I mean doctor?

Country music. Since when did country music appear on Fuse?! Dammit, there needs to be another new music channel, and this one CAN'T fuck it up! We music fans need a damn good music channel, something we can watch music videos from the dawn of the music video, to the latest hard rock and metal stuff we can find. I'm sorry, MTV, MTV2, MTV Hits (which kicked fucking ass when it was MTV X but sucks now), VH1, VH1 Classic, and Fuse all dropped the ball when it came time to start putting music that was on the fringe into our minds. These stations have all but become irrelevant being as they only reflect the zeitgeist and not the desires and the new, fresh attitude I'm starting to hear on some of the fringe website radio shows. It's nice to hear something that isn't on 24/7. I'm starting to think, that just as 24/7 news networks destroyed media, 24/7 music networks destroyed music. Even these bands that are starting to break are just sounding like a tired-ass retread of the shit I heard six months ago. And speaking of which...

Now! that's what I call music...what are you, on #75 now? Hang that shit up, everyone downloaded those songs and subsequently deleted them several months ago. Should be renamed Now! That's What I Downloaded Six Months Ago #75.

24 hour news networks. I could see if you did 24 hours of newsworthy stuff, like I dunno, covering the war? I remember the first gulf war, the national networks broke into their daytime drama and went off for primetime and late night, but came back in the morning and did their thing, they reported as often as possible with new shit, they didn't retread the same blurb of news about some dog being lost in Alabama for 45 minutes. I'll watch some of the news programs on MSNBC or CNN, but other than that, I have better things to do with my DVR time, like record Jon Stewart or Bill Maher.

Well, I'm going to crash for a bit before the little one wakes up and needs my undying attention again today, we've had a clingy time lately.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Trials and Trepidation...

I awoke this morning at the ripe old hour of 3AM to the sound of my wife giving my daughter a tongue-lashing, because she woke her up for chocolate milk. My wife yelled and screamed at her.

It would have been okay except for the fact that we both were in a deep death of sleep. It was great, better than I could have imagined, and it would have been very refreshing aside for the interruption.

What propensity do children have to wake up at 3am and want chocolate milk all of the sudden? I'm failing to understand first-grader logic.

All I know is, I can't wait until she's back in school, where she'll be more than ready to crash and sleep all night at 8pm.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Thinking about things...

So I'm sitting here, and my soon-to-be six-year-old is acting up, throwing fits, and not wanting to try anything new, I'm getting tired of her attitude swings, and everything. I'm taking ANY ideas as to how to get her to stop acting up.