Tuesday

Happy Tuesday. Well, it's Tuesday right now, but by the time I muddle through this post it's more likely be Wednesday, but who cares? It's my blog.

I thought I had some important things to say, but as I sit here watching watching Cobra Starship poop all over Conan's stage, my mind has gone absolutely blank. Where do I start? I want to fly into a rage about the ridiculous skin tight pants, but I'm gonna pass. No, I don't really care if I offend all the people I know who are really into the skin tight pants right now, because in my mind, they are indefensible. Honestly, it's all jealousy. I just wish I could wear them ok?

Here's my problem: If you're going to go through all the trouble to program loops, synth parts, and vocal effects, how about taking another couple of hours to actually rehearse the song so you can sing it? I know, if I'm so smart why aren't I rich?

If you're at all wondering, I am grumpy. Not just a little bit of: "Man I am really bummed I spilled my soda" grumpy. I'm talking some all the way: "I'd like to punch myself in the left kidney." kind of grumpy. There's no excuse for my sorry mood. I was treated to a nice free lunch today, finally completed my shelf hanging and book displaying project, AND had some pie. Lame, right?

I don't apologize, because I own my moods. Time to head upstairs for a glass of get-over-it.

11:59 suckas...

Yeah... Again.

It seems like it's been a year or so since I've bothered to toss a few words up here, and I'm probably right. In that time, we had a baby, I got a job, we bought a house, moved, enjoyed a pleasantly cool summer, irritated our neighbors, I lost the job, and now we are beginning to dread an early winter.

Congratulations to us.

This is the third time I'm attempting to resurrect my public writing skills since last summer. If I'm honest with myself, writing this time around has more to do with the sad reality that I've run out of things to occupy my time at 1:45 AM. Seriously folks, I just watched a half hour TV show on how to brew a perfect cup of coffee. While I live a good brew as much as the next java fiend, this is just embarrassing. No more embarrassing, mind you, than checking my email for the 30 billionth time this hour, insulting people on Facebook, and scrolling through pages of Craigslist ads for used crap. I'm nothing if not efficient when it comes to being unproductive.

I have no great wisdom to share here - sorry to disappoint the masses. Life is doing it's best to teach me some humility, and I may actually be catching on. Life is also completely full of frustration lately, yet I'm learning by way of some wise people that it's a complete waste of time and energy to complain. Oh no, I'm not going to stop doing it, I just understand why I should.

Always sticking to what I'm good at.

Here's the deal: My brain seems unable to rest until it can come to terms with the day and arrive at some sort achievement that renders my daily existence as worthwhile. Who cares about making sense?? It would appear that some aspects of life just aren't going to make sense for a while, an I just can't survive on 3 hours of sleep per night.

aaaaannnd achievement. Zzzzzzzzz....

Re-emergence

So, I'm sitting here thinking that letting this space go to waste is less than brilliant. Especially since most days I have some pretty genius thoughts - generally wasted on my kids. They'll realize how cool their dad is someday. For sure.

The point is, the time has come to dust off the ol' blog and get back to putting some thoughts out there. My dad has suggested that this time in my life is a great opportunity to get back to songwriting, but up to this point that has been a creative bust. I gotta start somewhere.

Let's get an update in on what's been going on since my last post:

The Trip: Roaring success. Overall,the family had a blast, we made great memories. Can't wait to do this again. Here's what I learned: My family functions with much less frustrations when we spend lots of time together. I really thought someone would end up maimed after us all being jammed in the car for 3 weeks. I was wrong. Here would be a great place to comment on my apparent genius.

Nell: Somewhat shockingly, I haven't heard from Birthmom Nell since July. Was I too much for her? Maybe the meeting was boring. Maybe she's just got a lot going on. The Christmas season is coming up, so it's a great time for me to bug her. I'll do it... eventually.

Jonathan: That's right folks... The 5th (and hopefully final human) member of the Irmiter family arrived in late August. If you haven't caught up on the news or pictures, check here. He's an awesome little dude and he's doing great. I'm sure there will be much more on this here.

Job: Nope. None. I'm sure there will be much more on that too.

The Band: The rumors are true, Bluestone Moon is no more. There are a number of reasons for this, but at the end of the day, the whole thing is just over. Bummer. There's good news on a couple fronts: First, it ended amicably enough that I'm sure some or all of us will work on projects together in the future. I'll be sure to keep you posted on what everyone is up to as I hear. For starters, check out singer Ali Washington's new band The Movement. SECOND: The Bluestone Moon album Tomorrow's Trying To Breathe has finally been released. It's packed with all original, soulful pop tunes with serious groove. You can hear clips here. You can order your very own copy from CD Baby or drop me a line, and I can hook you up. It's good stuff, so don't miss out and be all bummed later.

So that's the haps. Stay tuned for more important and maybe more well thought-out stuff.