I suppose I should get this out of the way so that I can move on and post about other things.
Christmas was interesting this year. While many celebrated the birth of Christ with presents and family interaction, many of my family spent it laying in bed, between fits of vomiting and diarrhea. I’ll warn you, this may get graphic.
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From the mouth of my astonishing wife, as she’s gazing at the washing machine:
So, um…what kind of clothes do you need…the most?
Today, completely out of the blue, I was sent a generated e-mail from paypal informing me that someone had given me 10 bucks. At first I was very confused. Then I became very suspicious. The, after logging into my paypal account, it began to dawn on me.
A while ago I put a donate button on the page for the Metal Vocal Tutorial. While that tutorial does get about 300 hits every week, I’ve never expected anything from the donate button. I put it there after realizing that I’d never get any money from Amazon for linking to a DVD I mention in the tutorial. Since then I had kinda forgotten about it.
But none the less, Randy Morgan Boone was kind enough to send a little cash my way. I can only guess that he she appreciated the tutorial. I’ve only ever hoped for a buck or two from folks who liked my music. I never expected someone to pay more than what many people pay for an album. But hey, I’m not going to complain.
So while this got all babbley and dumb, I ultimately just want to say thanks. So, Thanks Randy. Hope life treats you well.
I can always tell when Teresa has family or friends in town. My phone sits silently in my pocket, not getting the regular 5 calls a day. When she does call, it’s always for a very specific question, with little to no small talk bookending it.
I don’t have anything to say, but I feel like writing. That doesn’t happen often, so this will probably just get posted,and then regretted and I’ll try and wipe it off the front page with multiple posts about babies and cats.
I started to write about Christmas and my frustrations with it, but I got bored with myself and deleted it. It annoys me that gift giving is more of a frustration than a joy. But that’s more my fault than anyone else’s. Or maybe it’s just cause the only free, indoor playground is in the mall, and this time of year, when it’s so cold, is the best time to use it, but it’s now inundated with Christmas shoppers. Or maybe it’s cause my mom will hate that horrid structure of that last sentence.
The cat (Tobias) narrowly escaped banishment from our house. Both Teresa and I realized we bit off more than we could chew. We weighed the ups and downs of pet ownership using memories of an 18 year old cat that we loved, minus health issues due to age. We forgot to weigh the fact that young cats are very similar to babies in many ways. Important ways like not getting sleep due to crying. But it wasn’t just that. It was also wondering if we were making Noah into a sociopath. he seems to enjoy beating Tobias with cat toys. You can’t blame Noah fully, since Tobias continues to play with the stick Noah is hitting him with. Having to keep the two of them from killing each other is a surprise we weren’t expecting.
But lucky for him, much like Noah, he saved himself by being cute. He’s grown on us.
So that’s our cat. And with that, I’ve worn out my desire to write. So there you go. Have a nice night.
Slight change in the format this time around. Enjoy.
