Saturday, June 16, 2012

The first roadtrip



Today is our friend Missy's son Parkers 3rd birthday (although I swore the kid was at least 5 from how well behaved he has been when visiting my place. I subsequently purchased his gifts with that in mind. Oops). 


The Yeasley family (our extended fam) have always invited us to thier events and have attended our events but a lot of the time we have dooshed out at the last minute because something gets in the way like work or sickness.


Now that Jimmye is here I see the importance of making time for these get togethers. Birthday parties are tent poles in a child's memory and a much needed change of the norm for busy parents in need of socialization. Even though JimJam Is only 6 weeks old and will be eating birthday cake vicariously through her mothers breast milk, today gives us the chance to get into the habit of prioritizing and time management. And also get over our fear of leaving the house for more than a few hours.


It took us longer than we imagined to prepare for the ride and by the time we left the party had already started. And of course since we need to hurry, the freeway is bumper to bumper traffic.


Anyways 2 hours later....


Missy's and Parker Live in Beaumont which is somewhere between Riverside and Texas. Despite the traffic I looked forward to the long drive (long for a minimal driver like myself anyways) Before we got to the town we started to see smoke rising on the horizon to the south. The closer we got the more I started to wonder if Missy had decided to have the birthday party directly in the center of a wildfire. It ended up being close but not close enough to cause alarm. 
The Beginning of what would become a 2272 acre wildfire just looks like car trouble at this point.
We arrived Just in time to slip our gifts into the mix. It was quite warm out today and I felt absurd when Parker opened up the gift I got him: a heavy black hoodie.
Jimmye slept for a bit longer then decided it was time to eat. And she did....for most of the time we were there, but Jamie was able to do SOME socializing.


So let's checklist todays accomplishments:




I decided to take some pre fathers day liberties and enjoy some "me" time. The weather was warm but the wind made the temperature perfect. I sat under Missy's huge pine with her two blue nosed pitbulls, Blue and Minnie. These animals are solid mass. Blue has muscle on top of his head! What are those muscles even for?! Is he smuggling 2 lbs of cooked chicken breast under there or something?
Blue, Happiest dog you'll ever meet.

 Despite having a look that most people would say is intimidating these are the sweetest dogs you could meet. 




Minnie is smaller than Blue but shes the boss.




Do I think Pitbulls are dangerous? They can be, yes. (like every other animal with sharp canine teeth) 
Do I think every pitbull is dangerous? No. 
Do I think that Pits get a bad wrap? Definitely.


From my shady and safe vantage point I watched with my new pittbull friends as the wind helped the fire spread from 30 acres to 100 acres in under an hour.


I realized that I appriciate these moments much more now than I ever could before. I can clear my head and live in the moment. Which is important considering we live from one moment to the next and at any given time I could be called back to the front lines to throw myself on a grenade...or a dirty diaper or something equally as volitile.


does:

                     http://www.bakersdrivethru.com




Baker's is the best in the I.E. Great American and Mexican food at equally great prices. They have a teriyaki chicken sandwich that I would push my brother down a flight of stairs for. They also have interesting meal sizing options that I've yet to see anywhere else: Baby, Mama, Papa and Grampa. And good prices as well. 


Beside great food I appreciate the history of Baker's. In short, Founder Neil Baker was involved in the creation and prosperity of many other well known fast food establishments. Baker helped Richard and Maurice McDonald build their restaurant before the brothers sold McDonalds to Ray Kroc. Baker helped Glen Bell, who was his best friend in high school, build a hamburger stand in 1948 that would evolve into the Taco Bell chain. One of their employees Ed Hackbarth left to establish Deltaco and later a Baker's employee  John Galardi established Der Wienerschnitzel


Recognizing the profit potential of Mexican food, Baker added it to the menu in 1955 and pioneered a "twin-kitchen" concept -- burgers were sold at one window and Mexican food at another. 


Maybe one day.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Compulsory instantaneous unconditional conduct modification

My first drawing of my child.
This is Jimmye when she Red Hulks out:
I FORGOT WHY I'M SO UPSET WHICH IS MAKING ME SO UPSET!!!

Life is full of changes and not many people accept them although they really have no choice. Most people put off greatly beneficial changes because it hurts to switch a comfortable routine. I am one of those people. For the last few years I've secretly been wishing for some great unstoppable wave of responsibility to come through and shake my world off its foundation so I have no choice but to change with the tide.

Be careful what you wish for. right?

I've encountered drastic changes in my life. Different Cities, different antagonists and different ceilings to stare up at on sleepless nights.

Negative changes such homelessness and a complete loss friends due to unpopular decisions I've made. (unrelated)
Positive changes such as promotions and opportunities to better myself.
These were all changes that affect who I was as a person. They were either  geographical, financial or emotional (sometimes all three) but at the core of each scenario I was still the same person I was the day before. I just had a new obstacle to overcome. A new adaptation.

But this…


Being a parent, It’s a revolution. A vicious coup de tat of the old lazy oportunistic regime that has run my life and turned my 20’s into a blurry party documented not by my memory but by the thousands of digital images I’ll never have the time to go through. Conspirited by the underlying responsibility and self respect that have been growing and ralying in the shadows of my subconscious. They are now rising up and as sharp as a guillotine they sever the head of the hedonistic beast I have been. Now I have no choice but to become what we all must be if we are to be respectable parents. I am ready for it but I'd be lying if I said the spirit of the old ways are not still alive inside me.
It is through them I am able to fully appreciate the daunting challenge I'm facing.

Parenthood is nothing you can foresee. I expected radical changes but expecting a meteor to strike and actually being there as it happens are two completely different things. I've always whined about needing more discipline in my life and like previously stated for the past decade I've pretty much done whatever I wanted and enjoyed myself thoroughly in doing so. But now, there is a new nagging element introduced every time a worthwhile event appears on the horizon: Responsibility.

So many things to consider in planning. Thinking not only for yourself but for the high maintenance well being of a baby as well. Trips can quickly dwindle from extravagant and relaxing to “please lets just get out of this damn house for at least an hour”

  • Hawaii? How much fun would we really have with an Infant in Hawaii?
  • New York? The baby will be inconsolable when her little ears won't pop and the air marshal will strap me to a chair after I beat the crap out of the first guy who says something about the crying baby on the plane.
  • Vegas Trip? Not anytime soon unless I plan on bathing my baby in hand sanitizer every five minutes.
  • Sky diving? I wasn’t planning on doing that before the baby so don’t Im not gonna act like shes holding me back from doing it now.
  • Santa Barbara? 5 hours in a car doesn’t sound appealing at all right now. Maybe in a year or so.
  • Catalina? Baby could get sea sick or abducted by rouge dolphins
  • Concert? Do I WANT a deaf child?
  • Dinner and a movie? This kid is a landmine of fuss. Do we really wanna risk it?
  • Sleep? Don’t be ridiculous.
I know it gets better....and worse. I look forward to all the new experiences that come with this new way of life. I can feel the change in me. It could be the odd schedule we have now but I've instantly started to lose interest in a lot of the old vices and hobbies. there's just no time. If I had a solid block of free time I wouldn't know what to do with it. Painting takes to long to set up and I would get called into active duty while my paint sat and dried on the palette. plus the nagging sense that the house hasn't been dusted in a long time would nag at me, thus taking any pleasure out of the process. Instead I'd just as soon go for a walk with my beagle or perhaps read, or dare I say, sleep.

So yes, I have changed in some definable yet vague way. When I'm holding my daughter as she sleeps I'm 100% confidant its for the better.

- SCRaM