The Abandoned Homestead
For those that still remember: I am, in fact, still alive.
Noah is 16 months old now, and is growing like a clump of weeds. Bryce is almost 4 1/2 years, and is growing more along the lines of a bean pole. An analogy that works for the both of them might be the evening tide - as they grow, our sanity wanes; when the moon comes out, we feel it return. (So sue me if I've got pent-up poetic energies.)
Eventually, maybe, I'll post pictures. Maybe. Until then (and as a contingency plan), the socially resourceful among you may know my wife, Chasa. She has some on her myspace account, and you might be able to see them.
We moved from the house we were renting in Charles Town in late February. We're now renting a 3-story townhouse in Martinsburg, in a golfing community. Ironically enough, it was the best trade-off of being affordable and not living in the ghetto. I'm sure I neglected to mention that at the other house, the police were at the house across the street constantly - several times because of their involvement in incidents with shots fired, and when their cars had their windows smashed... and then there was a drug bust maybe 4 houses away, around the corner. At the time we had moved in, it was a nice place to live, but within 2 years, the white, yuppie versions of the 'boyz n da hood' across the street just had to bring the ghetto home with them. Thanks for that. The landlord was a sleezy asshat, anyway.
We are expecting child #3, Abigail Lane, around the end of August or beginning of September. I believe it was unintentional, but it comes off as a play on The Beetles' Abbey Road. After the struggle we went through to finally compromise on Noah's name, I think we both were a little more reserved this time.
Either way, I have sleepless nights ahead. Would-be boyfriends, beware: I've been to prison before, and I don't mind going back. Okay, not really, but they won't know this. Note to self: Work on your grip, and your intimidating, crazy bug-eyed stare.
I finally hung it up at Safeway and started a new job in early January, working for SimplexGrinnell, a subsidiary of Tyco International. (Tyco has a slew of subsidiaries. Look them up - you've heard of at least one of them.) The benefits are great, I got copious amounts of vacation time from the very beginning, and the job is a lot less stressful. The pay isn't quite at the scale it needs to be at quite yet - I actually took quite a pay cut to switch fields - but it's getting there. I'll be getting more very soon, as I'm getting ready to start night shifts (15% pay differential) working on Fairfax County schools, and my new partner gets overtime like Keith Richards gets ugly.
On another note, they just announced Starcraft 2. I've seen game play demos on Youtube, and I hope they polish it up a bit better for the release. It looks awesome, but the original holds a bit of sentimentality for me, and some of the new effects just seem cheesy to me.
Just to cover my bases in case I don't get back any time soon: Have a great Memorial Day, Happy Father's Day, entertaining 4th of July, Happy Halloween, Happy Thanksgiving, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and whatever else I may have missed in the case of your suitable gender, religion, upbringing or particular Secret Squirrel decoder ring size.
-E
Noah is 16 months old now, and is growing like a clump of weeds. Bryce is almost 4 1/2 years, and is growing more along the lines of a bean pole. An analogy that works for the both of them might be the evening tide - as they grow, our sanity wanes; when the moon comes out, we feel it return. (So sue me if I've got pent-up poetic energies.)
Eventually, maybe, I'll post pictures. Maybe. Until then (and as a contingency plan), the socially resourceful among you may know my wife, Chasa. She has some on her myspace account, and you might be able to see them.
We moved from the house we were renting in Charles Town in late February. We're now renting a 3-story townhouse in Martinsburg, in a golfing community. Ironically enough, it was the best trade-off of being affordable and not living in the ghetto. I'm sure I neglected to mention that at the other house, the police were at the house across the street constantly - several times because of their involvement in incidents with shots fired, and when their cars had their windows smashed... and then there was a drug bust maybe 4 houses away, around the corner. At the time we had moved in, it was a nice place to live, but within 2 years, the white, yuppie versions of the 'boyz n da hood' across the street just had to bring the ghetto home with them. Thanks for that. The landlord was a sleezy asshat, anyway.
We are expecting child #3, Abigail Lane, around the end of August or beginning of September. I believe it was unintentional, but it comes off as a play on The Beetles' Abbey Road. After the struggle we went through to finally compromise on Noah's name, I think we both were a little more reserved this time.
Either way, I have sleepless nights ahead. Would-be boyfriends, beware: I've been to prison before, and I don't mind going back. Okay, not really, but they won't know this. Note to self: Work on your grip, and your intimidating, crazy bug-eyed stare.
I finally hung it up at Safeway and started a new job in early January, working for SimplexGrinnell, a subsidiary of Tyco International. (Tyco has a slew of subsidiaries. Look them up - you've heard of at least one of them.) The benefits are great, I got copious amounts of vacation time from the very beginning, and the job is a lot less stressful. The pay isn't quite at the scale it needs to be at quite yet - I actually took quite a pay cut to switch fields - but it's getting there. I'll be getting more very soon, as I'm getting ready to start night shifts (15% pay differential) working on Fairfax County schools, and my new partner gets overtime like Keith Richards gets ugly.
On another note, they just announced Starcraft 2. I've seen game play demos on Youtube, and I hope they polish it up a bit better for the release. It looks awesome, but the original holds a bit of sentimentality for me, and some of the new effects just seem cheesy to me.
Just to cover my bases in case I don't get back any time soon: Have a great Memorial Day, Happy Father's Day, entertaining 4th of July, Happy Halloween, Happy Thanksgiving, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and whatever else I may have missed in the case of your suitable gender, religion, upbringing or particular Secret Squirrel decoder ring size.
-E