Thursday, March 24, 2011

King Frank Updates

These will look a lot like Chelsey/House updates:


· Chelsey is still tired all the time, and very vomitty. Although not to the point where she actually vomits. It’s kind of like when I met her, and she used to be hung over all the time. Except then she used to vomit out of car windows. Which was awesome.



· We had a spirited discussion about nursery colors. We both like yellow, but we have this weird piece of furniture that is also yellow that we would like to incorporate somehow. So now we think maybe yellow isn’t the way to go. We talked about it for 10 minutes. Then we stared at the wall for 10 minutes. Then we watched some tv.



· The following things have moved Chelsey to tears in the past week, Big Love Finale, How I Met Your Mother, Pawn Stars. I made up the last one, but I wouldn’t rule it out.



· We are trying to figure out if we want to do that screening that tells you if your kid is predisposed to spina bifida and downs syndrome. I was against getting it. Chelsey was in favor of it. Then I looked at the photos of spina bifida.  I am also now in favor of it.  Spina bifida is very scary.


· We are also divided on whether we want to know the sex or not. I don’t. Chelsey does. So we’re going to have her find out, and attempt to keep it from me through the duration of the pregnancy. If she can do so, she wins a prize.

Monday, March 21, 2011

For the Sake of History

This is my official post about the fact Chelsey and I are having a baby.  We found out on New Years Eve, and as you might imagine, it was a big fat shock.  Chelsey had an inkling.  I did not.  Finding out made the world stop.  We both sat down.  Chelsey cried.  And then the started the process of trying to wrap our heads around what had happened.  We are still trying to do this.

Having a kid was something that Chelsey and I had talked about and decided was okay only a month or two before.  We basically decided to try less to not have a kid, and boom:  preggers.  In short, we weren't ready for this news.  And it's been a long process trying to become ready.  But I guess we have some time, so that's good.

Chelsey is being a real champ about this pregnancy stuff.  She seems to take everything in stride, complaining along the way.  But complaining good-naturedly.  I've seen her white with nausea, and she gets more absent-minded by the minute, but she just seems to roll with the punches.

This weekend she had a bloody nose because now that's she pregnant she gets bloody noses.  She sent me a text that said something about how she now gets bloody noses thanks to "fucking Frank" (the name of our kid if it's a boy), but the autocorrect screwed her message all up, so it came across as "King Frank".  Which is what we have taken to calling the fetus. 

So here's to King Frank.  You are the king of our hearts already. 

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Black Lips - "Drop I Hold"


I'm crazy about this song. I don't even think it made my Best Of list the year it came out, but now I can't stop listening to it. The preaching at the beginning it from the Jonestown massacre. Which is a shame. Because I always thought it was funny, the way he says "pretty sure". Now it's not funny anymore.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

For Dead People

This weekend I watched a movie about a man who threw his own wake.  It had a sad poem at the end of it.  This got me thinking I should start working on sad poems to be read at wakes and funerals.  Something along the lines of "Oh Captain, My Captain" I think I am the perfect person to do this, as I never cry at funerals, and I have time to practice before someone actually kicks the bucket.  Here is my first attempt.  I wrote it about Kent.  

Give me your notes.

Farewell my faithful comrade.
It's time to close the door.
The candle of your spirit fails.
And sadness evermore.

Farewell my faithful ally.
The the knower of mine mind.
From days of yore, 'til yesterday
My heart aches from our time.

Like falling soldiers left and right
I see us in the past.
Pursuing all our summer nights
And days that went too fast.

Romance and adventure both.
Balconies full of smoke.
Long evenings that grew into dawn.
Surrounded by our folk.

Farewell my faithful comrade.
Forever may you ride.
The blurry streets of howling joy.
Within my memory's tide.

From this day forth I am alone.
A stranger to mankind.
The world feels strange and draped in cold.
With no more sun to shine.

  


Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Goodbye Orioles Hat


It's official.  I have lost my Baltimore Orioles hat.  I've had that hat for like 12 years.  I can't believe it's gone.  I had been holding onto the hope that I left it a Johnies Steak House when Wendy and the twins visited.  Today I finally remembered to call them.  No hat. 

Thus closes the chapter on my favorite hat ever.  It was orange.  It was broken in.  It was kind of gross.  I'll miss you hat.  There will never be another hat as good as you in my life.