Tuesday, March 06, 2007
on- little girl. parenting. paint. tramps.
in recent news, scout continues to grow and grow and learn so much more on a day to day basis. she is difficult to get to sleep. she does not like going to sleep. the only way i can explain it is this- she is fearful she is going to miss out on some exciting event. but once she passes out, often times with much cajoling. she sleeps well, waking for the occasional feed.
as a working father, i feel i am missing out on such an important developing aspect of her life- well i am truly. it is such a terrible painful feeling to leave for work everyday. yet, when the end of the work day arrives, i race home to play with my little girl. it is amazing how before i was born, i was more motivated to finish the house renovations, but now even that energy has fallen by the wayside, from either lack of sleep or i would simply rather be hanging out with both of my girls... i am sure loving fathers all over the world would feel similar to this. it really sucks!
i did come home for a little play and a cuddle, and then i proceded to paint the railing on the back balcony. it has been screaming "paint me" for months now. so finally, it is done. all white with no more of that aweful pink under coat. why the devil australian timber yards prime their timber in the color of pink is beyond me. in the end, it just means extra work for me.
is it just me, or is anyone else sick of this anna nicole smith shit? frankly, i was over it in 1992 after she did her guess jeans modeling. it was never that good in the first place. can someone please explain the worlds fetish for this woman. the old man's perspective i can sort of understand- he had money, she was young and looking to get rich. end of story.
as a working father, i feel i am missing out on such an important developing aspect of her life- well i am truly. it is such a terrible painful feeling to leave for work everyday. yet, when the end of the work day arrives, i race home to play with my little girl. it is amazing how before i was born, i was more motivated to finish the house renovations, but now even that energy has fallen by the wayside, from either lack of sleep or i would simply rather be hanging out with both of my girls... i am sure loving fathers all over the world would feel similar to this. it really sucks!
i did come home for a little play and a cuddle, and then i proceded to paint the railing on the back balcony. it has been screaming "paint me" for months now. so finally, it is done. all white with no more of that aweful pink under coat. why the devil australian timber yards prime their timber in the color of pink is beyond me. in the end, it just means extra work for me.
is it just me, or is anyone else sick of this anna nicole smith shit? frankly, i was over it in 1992 after she did her guess jeans modeling. it was never that good in the first place. can someone please explain the worlds fetish for this woman. the old man's perspective i can sort of understand- he had money, she was young and looking to get rich. end of story.
Friday, March 02, 2007
marching on
friday night and the feelings so-so. it is late. we are struggling through watching blood diamond on the dvd. scout keeps waking, so we are seeing it in bits. currently we are on our 3rd intermission. crazy. it is a fabulous movie. heavy shit, but really well done.
i had my teeth drilled today. two of them had cavities. one was new. the other was deeper and beneath a former filling. lucky it was not so bad that it needed a root canal. i have not had the pleasure of one of them yet... but i am sure with more age and rich food, i will be well accostumed to that. i really think that the chemotherapy fucked up my teeth. but that could be just me making an excuse. who knows?
on another note. i have the weekend ahead of me. tomorrow is a friends bucks party (or bachelor party for the north americans) in the city. i will go in for a few drinks and then head home. although the gay and lesbian mardi gras parade is going to take place in sydney tomorrow night. so depending on how drunk we get the groom to be, he could end up on a float or worse...
well. that is all i have to say. exciting times here.
i had my teeth drilled today. two of them had cavities. one was new. the other was deeper and beneath a former filling. lucky it was not so bad that it needed a root canal. i have not had the pleasure of one of them yet... but i am sure with more age and rich food, i will be well accostumed to that. i really think that the chemotherapy fucked up my teeth. but that could be just me making an excuse. who knows?
on another note. i have the weekend ahead of me. tomorrow is a friends bucks party (or bachelor party for the north americans) in the city. i will go in for a few drinks and then head home. although the gay and lesbian mardi gras parade is going to take place in sydney tomorrow night. so depending on how drunk we get the groom to be, he could end up on a float or worse...
well. that is all i have to say. exciting times here.
