Hello

I find myself very consumed right now by thought.

How are you doing? I've been pretty busy at work lately. I usually leave at 3:30, however a couple days this week I didn't leave until 4. Then you throw on top of that all this god damn construction I get to drive through (on the way home I seem to sit in it more than drive) I don't get home until 4:30-5. Fuck, yesterday I got behind these two trucks hauling these long ass concrete bridge beams. Well wouldn't you know that when it came to cross a bridge they had to go over one at a time. Which means we sat and waited until both trucks creeped over the bridge. They had one cop trying to do this. It was kind of funny at times. The cop would be in the middle of the road and some one would try going by him and he'd point his finger out the window and do the "no no" movement. You know what I mean don't you? In a nut shell, yesterday it took me a half hour to drive a distance that should have only taken 10 minutes.

Don't get me started on how yield signs must be invisible to just about everyone. I'm talking to you Mr. Fuckface on the motorcycle!

I confess this entry started as an email. It is now what it has become...

Home life has been quiet which is good. I admit that I have not been very motivated this week. Oh, I got home from work on Thrusday and thought I tore something in my knee. It burned and hurt a great deal. So much in fact, I bitched about it. I don't bitch about it, unless it really really hurts. Anyway I wake up the next day and it's still sore but no where near as bad. Then this morning my knee feels almost 100%. In fact I just knelt down to look under the blazer to see if I could locate a exhaust leak. No luck there. Anyway today I think I'd like to finish something my "sissypants" started. We got a dresser for our little girl and she started to sand it down. I'm feeling, handy.

Speaking of our little girl, she grows large! She chubby, but so cute. I find her little attitude humorous at times, but other times she's in this zone where she just kicks my teeth in. Nothing I do seems to work. Then Julie walks in, does her magic, and she's quiet in like 10 minutes. It must be a mommy thing...

My boy, he grows large too. Not chubby, just big. Sometimes when we wrestle around he just keeps on coming back for more. I wonder, how much crazier can this boy be? I can not wait to see for myself. He's getting a vocabulary now. Sometimes if you catch him when he doesn't think about saying words too much, he can repeat what you say and well. But then when you edge him on to say it some more, it's just not quite the same. I do not find my sons attitude humorous at all. In fact, I find it quite ridiculous at times. What can you do? If the boy can't talk, how can he keep emotions in check?

House news? Nothing certain yet. Talks say August first. All papers though, remain blank...

Later.

I love you Julie!