20 weeks.
All scholastic exams, finals, certifications I've ever studied for have all honed my test taking skills in preparation of the most epic challenge to date; 20 weeks to sharpen the senses, fine-tune the required skills, focus in on the big picture and lose sight of the chaos surrounding it.
I have twenty weeks to learn how to be thee best father to my daughter possible.
Let the training begin
All mp3s on the iphone & car stereo have been temporarily banned and deleted in place of one solitary anthem which will be played on repeat from now until D-Day.
I honestly had zero preference between the blue & pink team going into this, happy and healthy was really where my mind was at. Now I know that it's a girl? One word. GOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
Now that I know, I find it hard to even imagine if it were a boy. What, a boy?? Ewe. I'm sitting in the Ultrasound office and as soon as I hear "girl, 100%, it's a girl" it's as if the flood gates on any negative subconscious thoughts about baby boys and conversely any positive emotion relating to baby girls all started to flow like a torrent.
Clearly my first lesson as a father will be as follows
Now I just need to figure out the rest.
What a wonderful journey ahead.
I can't wait to meet you, Kara.
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a few thoughts on the tori show
-driving 9 hrs to see a show is pretty retarded
-not having tix to see the show is more pretty retarded
-arriving in sf & sleeping through the last two ebay auctions you had planned on winning to ensure a seat for the show is even more pretty retarded
-getting to the show and seeing at least 20 to 30 people holding their 'i need a ticket to the show' signs is definitely even more pretty retarded
-making deal with random girl that if either of us find anyone that's selling pairs and not single tickets, we'd go in together.. finding someone with only one ticket, only to watch said random girl blurt out she'd take it before i could open my mouth is absolutely most definitely even more pretty retarded
so i sat down with random girl's sign & a book and figured reading would make the sad go away. about 10 min before the show started, a group of 3 noticed random girl's sign and offered to sell me their 4th ticket for 1/2 the price i was going to ebay one for, 5th row floor.
props to me. i'm my hero.
ps - you suck haight street. gd orgy of trend conformity.
it was a year before license to ill was released, a year before i would break both my arms, a year before sixth grade. a year before one of my favorite years of my life and it was 1985 and i was 11. and that was the last time i had attended church service. st pauls private school, k-5.
until today. -well officially yesterday-
on my walk back from wandering around downtown i caught someone walking out of a church. strange feeling of why not, and so i walked in. took a seat in the last row of pews, and waited. i can't figure it all out yet, it was the architecture, the silence, beauty or novelty, a link to my childhood? i don't know.
but i liked it.
once the pastor came out and started his thing i lost interest, but in that silence in there before the show got under way i could have waited for hours.
russian scientists 1 | american scientists 0
Russian scientists have developed a product that can keep a person drunk, Britain’s Daily Telegraph wrote...
...If you take a tablet you need less alcohol to stay drunk, the scientists were quoted by the paper as saying. “RU-21 Red prolongs drunkenness and enhances intoxication,” the company co-founder, Emil Chiabery, born in the ex-Soviet republic of Georgia said.