Family Curse

Well, Big Sister is getting used to her glasses. Retro 1982 plastic ones were NOT AN OPTION. I got my first pair in the second grade. and my wife was spared until she was a little older. Big Sister did not have a chance. At least she looks cute.

The baby is getting ready.

Army Strong

I signed up for the army ten miler today! It has taken me over three years to be able to run 7-8 miles per outing. So, I am off to a great start to be in shape for October. Given my years of nicotine abuse, this will be a huge occasion. However, since triumph over adversity themes are much less likely than dry comedy in my life, it was completely expected when my left knee started making this really loud popping sound whenever I descend stairs yesterday.

It does not hurt at all, and it is actually kind of funny when I run down the steps. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop. However, I am going to be taking it a little easier for a few weeks as a precaution. Despite my new found lung capacity, my knees may not be able to withstand the 200 plus pounds of sexy that they have to endure. Hey! Maybe I can score some percocet if it begins to hurt badly!

Awesome News!

Spring is here. The kids are healthy. My wife is beautiful, and I just accepted the best job in the world. Life is good, but it is about to get better!

This is going to be a "metal opera" based on the life and work of Nostradamus. It was due out last year, but since the band can only produce the finest material, it has taken a little longer than expected. Usually, Halford will write only a single song about historical figures (Like the Lockness Monster). So, this is a first. The band will play the album from start to finish. It is supposed to be a double album!!! I am going to get front row tickets this time! I was in the 7th row during the 05 tour. I swear Glen Tipton looked right at me. Yeah, we shared a moment.

I just hope I can find someone to go with me to the concert. My wife told me that she would never do it again. I don't think she was kidding.

No Shame!

The great Kelly O sent this to me not long ago. While I have no actual memories of speaking to a fan (Now that I'm thinking, it is not completely out of the realm of possibility), I have to admit that the guy looks a lot like I used to in High School.

Metal has certainly shaved off a few I.Q. points, but it has given me so much more in return. I know the lyrics to every single Judas Priest song. I can also growl along with most Slayer songs! Plus I know a lot of the first few notes of almost every megadeth song, except for the hard ones.

....and if you sing into a fan while its running it makes your voice sound really cool. "I AAAM IRON MAAAN!"

Roses and Elms

Super-Smart Nylonthread tagged me with a meme! I chose a little one-liner from Siggy:

“Everywhere I go I find that a poet has been there before me.” -Sigmund Freud

I actually hear these words in my head when I see my wife in her garden. There really should be no psychology or analysis for one’s muse. Any attempt to shrink it down would be absolutely obscene. It is a distortion to assume that love and beauty are somehow mechanistic, and beautiful people are objects. Moments, like seeing my wife creating gentle beauty, are best left to the poets.

I’ll admit that I have the tendency to analyze things all the way the cellular level. Yet, when it comes to the feeling of love and affection, I think it is best when experienced raw and unadulterated. Let my love only be captured by a poet. The poet’s tortured soul and connotation are far better than anything utilitarian and mechanistic (and therefore much more truthful).

She is exotic uncharted territory. I will never stop searching for the wellspring of her beauty, strength, and warrior spirit (She is cut from rock-solid warrior stock!!). Grace, beauty, power and intelligence all in a delicate package, she rocks me to my core and I am overcome by the depth and meaning!

So, I tag Roses and Elms. Check out her brand new blog! http://rosesandelms.blogspot.com/