March, and the madness.

I really have trouble doing the blog thing I think. Really it’s just a matter of not having anything to say.  However, today is the start of the NCAA Tournament, and this year I’ve got a Yahoo! bracket in a group with some of the folks from church. As of right now there have been 7 games, and I’ve got 4 of them. This doesn’t bode well. Oh well, we’ll see what goes down the rest of the day and the tourney.

In regards to my last post, Jovanne had her baby the morning of the 29th. Her name is Rhea, and she’s doing fine. Congrats to her and Brent.

In regards to MY baby, Heather had a Dr.’s appointment this morning and everything’s going fine.

Also, congrats to our friend Tim and Sharon who are engaged, and to Daniel and Andrea who got married on March 1st.

I guess it’s been a good month… except for my bracket.

Be thinkin about her

One of our very best friends, Jovanne, is in the hospital having her baby girl. Here’s hoping and praying that everything turns out ok.

Off to work I go.

What are these guys made of?

You know, I’ve heard of a lot of ridiculous sports injuries in my time (I’m looking at you Deion Sanders.) Toe injuries and finger blisters and the such seem to knock out most heralded of athletes. Sometimes though, an athlete takes a lickin, and comes right back out.

At a game that I worked earlier this week, I saw Calgary Flames defenseman Cory Sarich take a puck to the face, dislocating four of his bottom teeth. He was immediately taken to the locker room where they reoriented the teeth, stitched the inside and outside of his lip, and he proceeded to come BACK into the game for the second period. Makes you wonder what would have to happen to knock out a hockey player…

How about taking a skate blade to the carotid artery (in the neck?) That happened to Richard Zednik of the Panthers this last week. He’ll be out for the rest of the season.

If you couldn’t tell already…

Poor Heather.. the baby’s kinda kicked into a growth spurt, and she’s starting to show pretty good now. Perhaps some picture evidence in the near future. Other than that, I’ve really got nothin to talk about. Lots of travel for the next few weeks.. Daniel’s wedding is immenently approaching.. The Mavs are imploding regardless (or perhaps because of the media circus) of Jason Kidd returning.. Baseball is coming back.

Move along, nothin to see here.

Edit: I hit publish, and did think of something (naturally.) I have an audition on the 7th, so practice is a must. Now I’m off to move my cousin down her street. Fun times.

Valentine’s Day didn’t stand a chance

Ahh, Valentine’s Day. The one day where we’re supposed to get out here and show our love for our significant others.

I got lucky this year, in a way. Heather had to work all day yesterday, so even if she HAD wanted to go out and fight the 15 billion other couple trying to have dinner, almost 5 months pregnant and an 11 hour (not counting her short lunch break) day equals a strong desire to go to sleep. So we plopped down, watch the two episodes of LOST last night, then went to bed.

In my defense, I’m not competely unromantic. When I called her after my doctor’s appointment that morning, she was so hungry I took her some Chick-Fil-A for lunch. See? I’m not a bad guy after all.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

See? I really am bad at this whole bloggin thing.

I’m faced with the daunting prospect of having to raise a kiddo soon. (A boy, for those who haven’t heard.) And between the two of us, Heather and I have made a few decisions that will be challenging for both of us. (NOTE: While we’re pretty sure about these, they are subject to change.)

1. We’ve decided that when our lease comes up, which is nicely timed right as the baby comes, that we will be moving back in with my mother. This is a rough one in a couple ways, but financially for us it makes worlds of sense, and the prospect of having Grammy to give the assist when needed is a big bonus. It’s the same arrangment, for the most part, that I had when I was growing up. Mom and I lived with my Granddad, so it’s really not a huge stretch for me.
2. We’ve also decided that I need to go back to college, with the end result being a degree and a real job.

First off, let me state that I like my job. That being said, I don’t love my job, and it’s not something I can see myself doing forever. When I first went to college, I went with intentions of majoring in music, to be a band director. Through the amazing goggles of hindsight, I can look back and comfortably say I was not ready for college when I was 18. I was so overwhelmed by the level of responsibility expected of me that I ducked and ran. I tried to major in anything I could think of that had ever interested me but I was always scuttled by a simple truth: I just wasn’t what I wanted to do.

I’ve always wanted to be a teacher. Especially a music teacher. I’m going to need all the support I can get to make this happen. Not only do I have potentially four years of college to look forward to, I have to get back into musical condition to make it happen.

I suppose it’s really a small price to pay though, sure, I may be a few years behind the curve, but in those years I’ve made lifelong friends, not to mention married a wonderful girl and now I’m having a kiddo. Maybe having to catch up is the price I have to pay because of everything I have. I think it might just be worth it.

Waiting to be LOST

Since we knew we’d have a lot of new expenses, my wife and I got rid of our (ridiculously high priced) cable about a month and a half ago, and because of where we live, we can get exactly 5 channels over the air. (FOX, NBC, ABC, CBS, and PBS.) At first it was extrememly difficult because I have been a cable tv junkie since I was a kid. I still mourn the loss the Discovery Channel (farewell Mythbusters) and USA Network (I’m a huge closet pro wrestling fan) but all in all I’ve adapted pretty well I think. Well, it’s about to get a whole lot easier to get my TV fix.

January 31st is the premiere of the 4th season of LOST, and we can’t wait. Granted, the writer’s strike threatens to shorten this season to just 8 episodes, but that’s 2 solid months of the island. I can live with that. Besides, at that point my wife will be 7 months along, and there will be baby showers and nursery painting and decorating to be done.

So I’ve got 17 more days LOST-less. The whole find815.com interactive game is getting me geared up for next season, and I may just have to go pick up last season’s DVD set to get in the LOST mood.

Really, what’s in a name?

Boy, talk about a cliched title.

Really though, I started the signup process about a hour and a half ago for this blog, and just now came up with a name I deem acceptable. But in all reality, this is how I look at the whole situation: an added bonus to the life (albeit mundane as it may be) the my wife and I have. Now, if only we could come up with a baby name that we both like we’d be in great shape.

Perhaps some background would be appropriate. My wife and I are expecting our first baby this June. I hope to use this to share some of the highs, lows and in betweens of the process of having and raising kiddo #1. Whether kiddo #2 ever comes along will most likely be based on whether kiddo #1 works out or not. I kid, I kid.

Speaking of the aforementioned kiddo #1, we find out what he/she is next week, much to the chagrin of many of the people we talk to about it. “You should wait, it’s so much fun to be surprised,” they cry. No, no thanks. I’ll find out ahead of time. There’s so many friends and family who want to buy things for the baby that I can hardly believe it, and I’ll not deprive them of buying gender specific toys/clothes if they so choose. Who would?

Not to mention, I obviously need plenty of time to come up with a name. Naming a baby is much more stressful than naming a blog, after all.