since i've got tetris on the brain, i'll try and make this fit
(three weeks in now, and things still feel really weird at "home")


it's been a week again since i've been able to write. i hate when i do this, because i have too many things swirling around in my head to make this coherent. that's ok, i hope.

first of all, the wait is over and emma catherine has arrived. happiness has ensued, as well it should. congratulations to you, rebecca, for making it through. you are going to be wonderful at this. congratulations to you too, andres. you should try hard at being a dad. it will be worth it. i promise. you will need to work hard. that, too, i promise. i think everyone wants to give you the benefit of the doubt. every dad gets to start with a #1 dad ribbon. thanks to the gracious woman you've made cry more than your share of times, you have been allowed that privilege. that privilege. not right. good luck. i am rooting for you. for rebecca. for emma catherine...

...i look forward to meeting you, emma catherine.

"sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name." and then sometimes, you don't. there's still something very off with the idea of going back to huffman to worship, and i can't put my finger on it just yet. i am sure a lot of it is me and is in my head, but things are weird. don't get me wrong. pre-church, after-church, seeing the people that i have missed so much, getting hugs and handshakes and smiles from folks that have missed me, all of that makes it worth it. something is still off, though.

lebron moves on. next round, pistons. uh-oh. so long to you, kobe bryant. my admiration for you has come to an end after watching you give up on your team last night. i will now root against you every time i can in the same way i root against the mets anytime pedro's not pitching. you suck. raja bell should've taken your head off, smirk and all. enjoy the offseason.

i think i am going to like my job, but this much is true. i freakin' hate crickets. i thought i hated big people ordering too much ice cream, but dude, i freakin' hate crickets.

so if next sunday is mother's day, does that make every other day hannah's day? yes, yes it does.

man crush of the week? eddie vedder.

anthony vanslambrouck in fatigues? that makes me very sad. good luck, anthony.

to kimberly and jane-ann and gary and beth and anthony. congratulations. i missed you this morning. seniors? how?

last week means nothing if this week means dreamland. andy? kiker? word?