"it's been a while." -staind


first of all, how cool are you if you can get away with naming your band staind without the "e", act all mopey and disturbed, sell millions of records, make tons of cash, and then be nowhere close to the radar a few years later? staind cool is how cool. i bet that guy wishes he never was friends with fred durst. you know? the frontman for that also now forgotten but sold tons of records and made bunches of cash band limp bizkit? god, i loved me some limp bizkit. went to a limp bizkit concert with my cousin richy. loved it!!! it was the darkest, dankiest pit of a club i have ever been in, but they rocked the motherscratchin' house that night. oh, wes borland and your crazy make-up...

anywho...i digress.

second of all, we are moved. no, we are nowhere close to "settled". the boxes are not all "unpacked". and no, we do not yet have dining room chairs to go along with our dining room table. things could be worse. we could still be crammed into ascot place. but we aren't. we are free from those handcuffs dammit! the move went extraordinarily smooth (for us) this time around. no truck malfunctions. no bad weather. the sun even stayed behind the clouds for us for the first half of the day. sure, we tried to kill heath, but the doctors at the er assured him he was not having a heart attack, and so we move on. i feel like i am about to fall back into messenger mode, but the move would not have been so event free had it not been for some amazing friends and family. along with the aforementioned heath (who was entirely helpful before his body malfunctioned), who chickened out on us due to something he called "chest pains", there was the always there kiker. what would we do without kiker? well, we would have to pay three people for everything that kiker ends up doing for us on moving day. i don't know the official count, but kiker vila has moved me now, like, five or six times in as many years and has never complained. not once. he's the fucking man. there was andy. andy took time away from pissing off the good people of hopewell baptist church to come lend a serious hand and sense of humor. who knew so much laughing would ensue on the way to making our backs and forearms and fingertips so incredibly sore. there was joseph. pulled into duty yet again because of the unfortunate reality that his sisters move way too much. even sick and with something he called "homework" and a "back to school bash" on his mind, he put in a half day. there was my dad. i know. readers of this nonsense i call a blog just breathed a collective "what the fuck?", but it's true. dad and i seem to somehow not be able to escape the fact that we are related, no matter how hard we try. maybe we are trying to turn over a new leaf again. more on this later, but for the day, he was a trooper and in it 'til the bloody (or at least sweaty end). and then of course, there was marie. i have to say, if i had to be trapped in a life foxhole, i could be trapped with a much worse and less reliable life foxhole partner than marie. the children crump, hargraves and florence must and do know how lucky they are to have a mother as invested and loving as she. i am only lucky to play a role on the periphery of their family play. needless to say, the bitter or bloody or sweaty end to this, our move has not reared its head yet to marie. so thanks to amazing friends and amazing family, our moving day has come and gone and we are home.

wait a second. hannah is correcting me.

"not home, daddy. we are in our new house."

oh yeah.