// 055 // What? A real update? I expect comments!
So, I've been cohosting the Doc and Johnny show here in Orlando all week. It's a lot of fun, radio is cool. And Joey's so fuckin' cute, he called in yesterday. I can't leave the house for a couple hours without him wantin' to talk to me. It was sweet though.
Of course, the topic of the morning today was Lance. Everyone wants to know what we think, like we'd ditch him or somethin'. I told them I was a little surprised when one of my buddies handed me the printout, but so happy for him. And that I talked to him online, and no, he's not calling the show today. They wouldda loved that. Like, how do you capitalize on havin' a nobody hosting your show? The nobody's best friend and biggest news item of the week gives his first interview since the news hit, live. Uh huh.
We talked about how it's tough in Florida, with adoption laws and shit. I just wanted to tell everyone what Joey and I did, how many kids need good parents, all that. Course, I couldn't. Joey and I talked a bit about it last night, doing what Lance did. But we have to protect the kids above all else. So I don't think it's gonna happen.
Jude's been fuckin' awesome. He's sitting in my lap trying to help me type right now. I feel bad, because Joey's been needin' to do a lot of it. He's gotten real good at diapers, he was so cute whe he started. Just no clue, cause we were on tour when Bri was a little baby. But I can't walk, so I mostly lay on the couch and wait for Joey to bring the baby to me, or bring me food, or do whatever. More on that later. I'm just so proud of lil' Jude. He was too thin, and a little sick when we got him. A little behind other kids his age, developmentally. But he's gained weight, he's a healthy size now. His teeth are comin' in nicely and he's startin' to make noises and shit that's gonna lead to him talking. Our beautiful little boy. He told me he wants to visit Uncle Lance to see what all the hoopla is about, and I was plannin' on goin' up today or tomorrow. But then the shit hit the fan.
I been fightin' it, but I guess this is it. I had a doctor's appointment today about my knee. My ACL is torn.
Surgery.
Fuck me. The last fucking thing I wanted was to have to go into fucking surgery. But, ACL tears are like the worst thing ever you can do to yourself. So I got booked in for next week. The band's on hold. Look at that. I managed to fuckin' be in two bands on hold at the same time. Talk about talent. Doc said it's gonna take exactly a kagillion years before my knee works right again.
Joey, I think we need to hire a naked Scandinavian nursemaid, whatcha think? Yeah? Good cause I already ordered her, she'll be here Tuesday.
Of course, the topic of the morning today was Lance. Everyone wants to know what we think, like we'd ditch him or somethin'. I told them I was a little surprised when one of my buddies handed me the printout, but so happy for him. And that I talked to him online, and no, he's not calling the show today. They wouldda loved that. Like, how do you capitalize on havin' a nobody hosting your show? The nobody's best friend and biggest news item of the week gives his first interview since the news hit, live. Uh huh.
We talked about how it's tough in Florida, with adoption laws and shit. I just wanted to tell everyone what Joey and I did, how many kids need good parents, all that. Course, I couldn't. Joey and I talked a bit about it last night, doing what Lance did. But we have to protect the kids above all else. So I don't think it's gonna happen.
Jude's been fuckin' awesome. He's sitting in my lap trying to help me type right now. I feel bad, because Joey's been needin' to do a lot of it. He's gotten real good at diapers, he was so cute whe he started. Just no clue, cause we were on tour when Bri was a little baby. But I can't walk, so I mostly lay on the couch and wait for Joey to bring the baby to me, or bring me food, or do whatever. More on that later. I'm just so proud of lil' Jude. He was too thin, and a little sick when we got him. A little behind other kids his age, developmentally. But he's gained weight, he's a healthy size now. His teeth are comin' in nicely and he's startin' to make noises and shit that's gonna lead to him talking. Our beautiful little boy. He told me he wants to visit Uncle Lance to see what all the hoopla is about, and I was plannin' on goin' up today or tomorrow. But then the shit hit the fan.
I been fightin' it, but I guess this is it. I had a doctor's appointment today about my knee. My ACL is torn.
Surgery.
Fuck me. The last fucking thing I wanted was to have to go into fucking surgery. But, ACL tears are like the worst thing ever you can do to yourself. So I got booked in for next week. The band's on hold. Look at that. I managed to fuckin' be in two bands on hold at the same time. Talk about talent. Doc said it's gonna take exactly a kagillion years before my knee works right again.
Joey, I think we need to hire a naked Scandinavian nursemaid, whatcha think? Yeah? Good cause I already ordered her, she'll be here Tuesday.