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Yippie

Tuesday, May 15th, 2007 | LiveJournal Archives | 5 Comments

People are already starting to buy things off of our registry!

So exciting.

Now we just need a name.

Maybe The Dude.

Kenny Rogers – Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In)

sad

Tuesday, May 15th, 2007 | LiveJournal Archives | No Comments

its just sad really

Johnny Cash – Sam Hall

I’m so sick of hearing about how Denton is being destroyed because one city block is being torn down and replaced with some corporate businesses. Hell, only a couple of the spots even have rumors as to what will be in them, there will be plenty of open spaces for local businesses.

Oh woe is us who won’t have the run down, nearly condemned eateries and thrift shoppes nearby. It is such a shame that they will be replaced by new buildings, giving new businesses and restaurants a place to find a home. All cities change, all things evolve. You are no longer a child, you need not have your home city remain stagnant simply that your memories are sealed in crumbling concrete.

Those buildings were slums, the tenants paid nearly nothing and got nearly nothing in return. If the old residents are truly serious about seeing their businesses develop and succeed, they will live past this. This is not the Denton of 20 years ago, this is not the Denton of 50 years ago, this is not the Denton of 100 years, ago, and this will not be the same Denton in 10 years. Things change, and you either change with them, or live in a clouded melodramatic memory of the “golden years.”

And remember, “back in the day” is always a Tuesday.

Jimmie Vaughan – Dengue Woman Blues

Ditto

Tuesday, May 15th, 2007 | LiveJournal Archives | No Comments

More and more, this is how I’ve felt:

Naming your Child is much harder than Naming your Pet

Monday, May 14th, 2007 | LiveJournal Archives | 23 Comments

So, I don’t suspect that my Mother reads this blog, I suspect she would find it pointless and inane if she did. That being my assumption, it would then follow that it would be safe to discuss the fact that my yet to be born child is a boy.

I suspect that my son will also be unlikely to read this, but even so, I would imagine that we are open and honest enough with him that anything he does read here, would be of little surprise to him (how we doing, son?).

That being said, there is still the lingering sadness that our daughter will not be, as she turned out to not be so much a daughter, but a son, instead. Heather and I were quite looking forward to a little girl for several reasons, and with a bit of guilt, I felt somewhat disappointed when the Ultrasound revealed the kiddo to be a boy. I am getting used to the idea, and have started to look forward to raising my son to not be a camo wearing, sports watching, football playing, redneck jock; but instead, a game playing, movie watching, book reading, glasses wearing, self confident, dork. I think the self confidence is the key. If there was anything I learned far too late in life, it was to be proud of who I am and not care what other people think.

We saw a lot of little boys at Scarborough this weekend (you should see my awesome parade photos from the faire on my Flickr page), and one of them in particular made me look forward to being the father of a son. He was scrawny, and quiet, but proud to be out at the faire, dressed the part, and just enjoying himself in the Renaissance spirit. Every time he walked by (which was more than a few, as we sat in the Sky Chairs), I imagined my own son being very similar.

Now that I think about it, I should have asked his name. You see, one of the several reasons we were looking forward to having a girl, is we agreed on her name almost instantly. Aislin. But from the time that we started discussing names up through the present, we have yet to both find a name that we completely love and agree on. We can find names that one of us loves and the other “isn’t opposed to,” but nothing has been as definitive as our little girl’s name. We still have four months left to figure it out, but I’ve read through the baby names so many times, that they’re starting to sound less and less like names, and more like animal noises.

Its frustrating to say the least, but I’m sure that a year from now, it will all be so unimportant that we’ll hardly remember the struggle. At least until we go back and look at these old blogs, right son?