web log - sunday, september 9, 2001

day 56. you're a mean one, mr. grinch, you really are a heel. you're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel. mr. grinch...

holy cow, batman. last night was pretty good. we had fed hannah at about 8:45pm, just after we got out of the hot tub at my wife's folks house. we got home at about 10:45pm and she was sound asleep. we put her to bed (in her crib) and went to bed ourselves. next thing you know, she was crying to be fed... at 6:00am this morning. that's 9 hours between feedings and 7 hours of sleep. and neither of us heard more than a little peep out of her all night. nice.

it was an easy day. we went to a bunch of outlet stores with both grandmas. and they promptly loaded us up with clothes for hannah's next 3 to 4 months. very nice. some fool hit my bumper on the explorer but, according to an eye-witness, his car was far more beat than my bumper. i have a little paint on the chrome but they probably have a nice dent along their car door. some people just shouldn't drive. and some other fool couldn't keep his 2-year old child from screeching at the top of his lungs in the restaurant. some people just shouldn't breed. *sigh*

nothing else really happened. i've been downloading some things from morpheus so i'll need to update a couple files in the next couple days.

peace, spudwrench


web log - saturday, september 8, 2001

day 55. whatcha doin' on your back, ahh? whatcha doin' on your back, ahh? you should be dancing, yeah, dancing, yeah...

while last night was pretty good (she slept from 12am to 3:30am and 4am to 7:30am), the previous two nights weren't so great. she was up every 2-1/2 hours fussing and wanting to eat a lot, only sleeping for about 1-1/2 hours inbetween. but she would fuss so much that she's gotten a little horse. we called the doctor so we could give her some baby tylenol. we figure she's been having another growth spurt, which makes her extra hungry. but now her throat is a little sore, so if she even starts to cry, it tends to frustrate her a lot and make things worse. there's nothing worse than knowing what's wrong and either being unable to fix it or unable to make her understand what's causing it.

i went to a pax217 concert last night. if you've never heard of them, they are the christian equivalent of 311. *very* cool. the concert was a blast. i was in the sound booth with a couple buddies (one was the sound engineer, the other the lighting engineer). the place was going nuts. they are a fun band live and sound just like their cd. they had to fly out right after the concert last night for florida, to open for p.o.d. at disneyworld. tough job.

i was hoping to get my laptop on friday, but it didn't come. hopefully i get it either monday or tuesday. darn those holiday weekends.

i've been all over morpheus over the last couple days. i've grabbed a bunch of a capella songs, mainly by the brown derbies. this group is amazing, doing awesome renditions of "carry on my wayward son" and "pride (in the name of love)". if you haven't heard of this group either, you ought to at least check them out.

peace, spudwrench


web log - tuesday, september 4, 2001

day 51. but what I really want to know is, are you gonna go my way? and I got to, got to know...

last night was, strangely enough, not the greatest. far from it. hannah was up and fussy for most of the night. which meant my wife was too. in fact, i got up to try and help around 4:40am (which i apparently was) but couldn't really get back to sleep. but tonight, before we put her to bed, hannah was smiling and cooing at me, pretty much all on her own. makes all the tough stuff pretty worth it...

been playing max payne the last couple days. while the game is quite good (living up to most of the hype), the action can get so fast and furious that seeing all the much hyped eye candy isn't really easy. even with that *minor* flaw, the game is awesome. the on-demand "slow-mo" buttons add some excellant "john-woo-ish" feeling to the game. very, very nice...

tomorrow is our 9th wedding anniversary. and we're just as crazy about each other now as we were then... maybe more. i don't think i could have enjoyed life quite as much during the last 9 years without my wife, she is (honestly) a dream come true. "i love you, honey!"

peace, spudwrench