Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Clean! Clean! Clean! Pain! Yelling! Sleep!
We cleaned up my son and daughters room, and I tried to install a ceiling fan in the sunroom. The stupid wire box is loose so I had to brace it, then I got the light and fan engine up and turned it on and it sounds like a plane engine. WRRRRRRSSSSSSZAAAAA!!!!!! Junk fan light must go back. I had an argument with the wife this morning. I complain about stuff and I guess I went too far. My fault, apologized, wife still mad. The maytag people have to come out and fix the door on the oven and I have to reevaluate the levelness of the washer and dryer. They are very nice appliances. Claudia my 2 year old got in my face and told me "I love you forever, and I go no where". It was sooo cute. My 8 year old told me to lick his feet and I nearly came unglued. He spent the next hour in the chair and then cleaning for the rest of the night. Don't disrespect the Dad. He also started crying in front of a little girl that was at our house. I could not believe it. I felt embarassed for him. It did not faxe him at all. I just have nightmares about him growing up and driving women away with whining and crying. That won't really happen. He likes all attention focused on him, he can be difficult. We need more consistancy, Olga says. He is still a good boy, at least he does not kick and scream. I downloaded some weezer songs and Tom Petty. Good stuff. They replaced me as the youth bass player. I could not keep playing with the kids though. I felt wierd. I am also so busy with all this extra stuff and school. I took my guitar amp home. They were playing bass through it. That is a no-no. Guitar through a bass amp fine bass through a guitar amp no. I setup a lonely guy band in the sunroom. I have a drum machine and two amps, a mic, my guitar, and an octave setting on my bass multi effects. It is kindof depressing. I can only sing certain things and my range is ridiculously small. The church band never practices and I can feel my skills corroding. Maybe when the church building is finished we will do something.
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