Hey-ho, time for another wafer-thin update of what has happened over the past month...

( Tired? )

Current Location: upstairs
Current Mood: tired

It's been a LONG time since I've posted (or even read) on here... things have been, uh, busy.

( The skinny... )

Current Location: upstairs
Current Mood: sick

It's amazing how so many concert tours completely avoid the southeast. It's like the bible belt and the land of retirement have the plague. I keep seeing concert tour schedules that only go as far south as Virginia until you get over to Dallas. No Atlanta. No Miami. No Lakeland Civic Center.

The most recent of these is an amazing Judas Priest / Dio-era Black Sabbath / Motorhead juggernaut touring in August everywhere but here.

I've been putting off concerts for a while now in order to get my finances back in order. I skipped chances to see groups I've always wanted to see but have never seen like the Who, Radiohead, and Steely Dan. I've skipped seeing a reformed Van Halen, my first concert and still one of the best. I'm even skipping the Police with Elvis frickin' Costello.

But Judas Priest I've seen FIVE times now and it never gets old (well, it never gets old with Rob singing). Maybe I owe myself a birthday present and a weekend away from the kids.

On a sad note, the thought of Dio-era Black Sabbath immediately made me want to tell Heff about the concert. Oh wait. Damn. Well, maybe I need to go for her.

In other news, I've managed to keep up my walking every non-rainy morning since I said I needed to do something about my anger. That being said, I did pound my non-broken hand on the table over the weekend. It still hurts, probably just a deep bruise. As Alciia said, maybe my body is trying to tell me something. I keep picturing myself with braces on both hands looking like Edward Scissorhands or something.

Current Location: upstairs
Current Mood: geeky

Does anyone have any recommendations for good handymen in Gainesville?

My attempt at patching the grout and caulking in our shower a few years ago resulted in not only leaks and mold stains, but termites. I am now watching the sky for cans of Milwaukee's Best hurtling towards my unmanliness.

The termites have been treated and the termiteers have been paid a hefty sum, but I still need to repair the leaks properly and potentially repair some termite damage. Any recommendations for person or persons most capable?

(cross-posted to Gainesville community)

Tags: handyman
Current Location: shower
Current Mood: unmanly

( Random updates on the hand, anger, and Rock Band. )

Current Location: upstairs
Current Mood: tired

Yesterday we had four of Jacob's friends over for his third birthday, followed by a dinner party for all the grandparents and Alicia's sister. I figured the worst was over...

( And then came Easter... )

Current Location: upstairs
Current Mood: disappointed

I'd love to get this Cockroach Costume for Jacob, but Alicia
is already having nightmares from looking at the picture...



At least it's better than buying these...
Window Walking Cockroaches

Current Location: sleeping on the sofa at the roach motel
Current Mood: mischievous

- The Circle of Trust application on Facebook is bothering me. Multiple people have voted a low level of trust for me. Sure, it's a vague question... how much do you trust this person? And, admittedly, I wouldn't trust me in a room full drunken, intelligent nymphomaniacs. Nor would I trust me not to kill my son before he grasps basic logic. But I would have thought people trusted me in non-extreme conditions. C'mon people... get on there and vote so I can at least know that a statisically significant number of my Facebook friends don't trust me.

- After several months and thinking about it constantly, I finally bought an XBox 360 and Rock Band. Alicia and I had fun. Jacob, on the other hand, really WANTS to play, but then doesn't play for more than two seconds during any given song. Thank goodness he likes the Ramones.

- Dorothea is doing great. Everyone asks how she's doing. She's a baby. She smiles at us alot. A bit like a cat that wants you to pet it. I look at her and think "I have to go through this whole toddler thing again?"

Current Location: upstairs
Current Mood: tired

Jacob is a what I understand to be a typical little boy...

( Placed behind a cut so you don't have to read this, either. )

Current Location: upstairs
Current Mood: impressed

One of the less savory aspects of fatherhood...

( Placed behind a cut so you don't have to read it. )

Current Location: upstairs
Current Mood: indescribable