Sunday, September 30, 2007

Why does my pee smell like Cheerios?

I was in the shower yesterday morning, trying to shake off the effects of this awful flu that I have been stricken with over the past few days when I had the urge to pee. I was too tired to actually hold it, so I let it go and noticed right away that it smelled like a bowl of Cheerios. And it has always smelled like that for as long as I can remember. No clue.

We went to Greekfest yesterday in the span of time where I seemed to feel okay and had a decent time. I was stressing because Garrett was a terror and there were a lot of people there. But, I had some greek coffee, a greek salad, some greek fries and a greek diet coke. Mica was awesome, as per usual...until she realized that she was running out of time to hammer me for my idiotic act of a bit ago. But, the fever crept back in and I shivered for a while and she felt sorry for me and relented. She takes good care of me when I am sick.

So, I took some pics, none of them are great, but...

My gubby ass son...

Mica and Anna dancing to greek music at the greek fest.

This one I just liked for some reason. Even the back of her head is pretty.

Me. Today. Feeling rough but I am gonna make it.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Less is more.

Mica mentioned that she was going to Tyson Park yesterday, so I invited myself along since I had both of my spawn. In the process of getting stuff into the truck for the outing, I had to take my bike out of the truck to get the stroller in there. Since I had it out, I figured I'd just mess around for a sec...I mean, I was outside and all. First try...a 360 (well, more like a 270 with a pivot, but still), then a bunnyhop x-up, then a bunnyhop tabletop. Just fired off in a row, I don't do that much anymore, what with my advanced age and all. That sort of thing offsets a lot of the lame stuff that populates my day. I forget at times how much riding helps me deal with the stresses in my life. It is the valve that releases the pressure of things, and for that I am grateful. Thank you, BMX, for being there for me, even though in my busy days, I am not always there for you. But you never are just ready to rock when it is time. High five, BMX. High five.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Now's when you question the questions.

At times I feel like I am the worst father in the world. This morning was one of those times. Garrett is screaming, Anna is stepping on his hands and spilling chocolate milk on me while she cries, and I just want to disappear. I am sure that is normal, right? It is normal to just want everything to go away sometimes? I mean, that is why they made those Calgon commercials back in the day, right? I feel like an asshole this morning.

Mica tried to help me last night. She's so awesomely good and great. And I didn't even mind helping her jump start her car. But she's got an oil leak. She needs a new auto. And I will have a phone for her soon.

In the midst of all the crazy of the last little bit, Garrett and I had a little moment of happiness together. He likes to pose...

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Everything I think I see, becomes an obstacle to me.

I don't know that I have much to say today. I am pretty tired, but happy with progress made. I cut my grass this morning, actually used the weed eater, and changed my living room around a little. I like it. I am getting motivated to finish some stuff up in here. Painting is next on the list.

I saw some stuff I wanted to photograph while driving Mica around Vestal the other day, so I went back and did the clicky clicky.

This is a ledge that I saw. I really want to go back with someone to do this, since in my old age I am sketchy on the whole "trying stuff alone" thing...

And man, I need a haircut.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Every lady thug needs a man.

I am 0-2 in the fantasy trophy league I am in. I am okay with this, because as I was losing the game this past Sunday night, I watched the Yankees beat the Sox (Jeter taking Schill over the THA GREEN MONSTA) and declared that I don't care if I go 0-14, I just want the Yanks to win this damn thing. Mica is nice enough to fake interest in my love for all things Yankee, which is totally appreciated. She did say that she knew who the Yankees were and that Derek Jeter played for them. That was good enough for me! Get that lady some flowers!

While sitting on her back porch last night, I belched so loud that it triggered fear and discussion with her boys. It was awesome. For a single shining moment, I knew how the Vikings must have felt when they would "visit" Britian.

I am told that the skatepark should be done in December. I can't wait. I just want to ride transition. Street is rad and is my first love, but man, my body can't take landing to flat much longer. I need smooth. Gimme smooth.

She looks better in my shirts than I do...

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

No, you can't have my Xbox.

I don't even play it anymore. I am not a big videogame guy, though back in the day, I played fighting games to death. And really, if someone handed me a 360 right now, I would totally go buy a copy of Gears of War and Madden 2008...then I would wait for Halo 3. BUT THAT IS PRETTY MUCH IT. Again, I am not a gamer. Really.

I think I am gonna stop by Home Depot today and get myself some molding so I can finish the shit in the bedroom. Oh, and I need paint. Some cabinet paint. And some primer. I am gonna get that shit done. I have to. It's totally driving me nuts.

Mica has a scale in her bathroom, so I weighed myself yesterday. 193 pounds. I am siked. I think I am manorexic, but whatever. All I know is that my knees hurt less when I don't have 200+ pounds on me and my clothes fit better. Yeah!

I am part of the boyfriend forumla right now, which will be "completed" in about 2 weeks. Until then...I am her "not boyfriend". Nice. It's my own fault, but still...

Tuesday, September 11, 2007


I was sitting at work today and browsing the defgrip site where they had linked to this interview that Spike Jonez did with Kanye West and so...I watched it. Kanye impressed me with his humor and candor, so I went with Paulie Walnuts and got the new album. Shit, why not? Until today, I owned zero hip hop cd's. Now I have one and I have to tell you, it is totally worth having. It totally holds up to my "can I ride to it" test. 2 of the first 3 songs are totally pedal worthy. Keep it going.

I think my sister is in labor. Maybe. I need to call her. I'll do that now.

Mica, I miss you. Yes I do.

Monday, September 10, 2007


Or rather "did not want" get outta bed this morning. This past week was so awesome in so many ways. I love spending time with that girl, and when I woke up this morning I knew that it meant that I would not be falling asleep there tonight. Sleeping next to her...ahhhhhh...yeah. We watched the VMA's together last night. I am pretty positive that everyone was drunk as all shit at that thing. I wanna go to Vegas, wear a suit, get fucking hosed-ass drunk and then run around the casino screaming "ALWAYS BET ON BLACK! SNIPES SAID SO!" Then, off to get married by an Elvis. Maybe not, but seriously, I would totally get married in Vegas. I'd even comb my hair for the ceremony.


Sunday, September 9, 2007

Weird moments and better days

My son's birthday party was yesterday, and despite the presence of my two baby mommas, I held fast and took some pics. Mostly I was just uncomfortable with the whole thing, but I did my best. Garrett wasn't feeling all that great, but he pretty much had a good time. He won't remember any of it, but I have the photos.

Anna danced and twirled and had a grand time with it. I have great kids...

Then today Mica and I woke up, had some breakfast and drove around a little. We sat near this t-ball field in south Knoxville. Ants started feasting on me a little, but I'd let them if that means I get to spend time with her. She isn't all that cool with me taking pictures of her right now, which I understand, but I did manage to snap one of her. She's a gorgeous lady.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Radar maker.

Yesterday was my son's first birthday. I visited with him for a moment, as this is his mother's week with him and made him laugh and smile, all with the promise that I will have him some decent presents to open when we have his party. I miss my son. Hopefully, when he is old enough, he will just wanna stay with me. Selfish as that sounds, I can't help it...I love him.


Anna looking waaaaay too old for 1st grade...

Me looking salty as the sea...

Garrett with a face full of mac and cheese. Messy lil' bastard...

Thursday, September 6, 2007

It's all downhill from here.

Mistakes are a funny thing. Sometimes they are small and harmless and everyone laughs about them. But sometimes they are big and hurtful and shitty and really just something that you wish you could take apart at a molecular level and then reassemble into something resembling an un-mistake. I made such an mistake not too long ago. I am trying to show that I realize that it was a mistake. Trying to show that I know what I had and what I hurt. Trying to show that I am at my core a good person and that I can be trusted...that I am being genuine. Because I am.

As long as it takes.

As long as it takes.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

My desk is a laptop graveyard.

Because Dell laptops suck. I can hear them sucking as I type this.

I was on "" earlier and found a couple of entries that seemed to speak to me.


I had the funniest dreams last night. Fat boys with dogs, girls running from a dinner date with me...putting on my Sunday best at 5:25 in the morning...I have no idea what all of that means. Not much, I am sure.

504 more days until King Bush II is out of office. That is a lot of days. I figure by the time he is done, the Sun will hate us, too.