Four songs done. Six to go. (10 if I haven’t given up on FAWM, which I might have done)
I made it all the way to the fourth song before writing a lyric about worrying whether I could finish RPM on time or not. It’s like an annual thing now.
Four songs done. Six to go. (10 if I haven’t given up on FAWM, which I might have done)
I made it all the way to the fourth song before writing a lyric about worrying whether I could finish RPM on time or not. It’s like an annual thing now.
If I were to list off the things I’d least like to do on a Monday day off with six feet of snow outside and temperatures in the negatives, I think shop vac’ing up a flooded basement after the washing machine’s outflow popped out of the drain pipe would be very high on the list.
Yup, that was a big part of my morning.
Yippee.
I shoveled most of the driveway before dinner. I left the hellish mountain of snowbank for after dinner. When I went out the second time the temperature was about -247 degrees. I started digging and it sucked. Then out of the blue a plow came and offered to clean out what was left. I offered him money and he said no. Can you believe that? The door of the truck said C & J and I think it was out of Salem.
Our savior.
Yet another snow storm. Will it ever end?
This one was probably a little less than a foot. Not bad on its own, but when it follows the six feet of snow we’ve already had… it adds up.
These are the before shots of the driveway. The wind is screaming out there right now. Every time I throw a shovel foot of snow the wind throws it back at me.
Last night Mike the Bass Player posted a picture on Facebook of him cooking dinner on his grill as the snow was hitting its peak. This is my response to that picture. We will not be cooking on our grill any time soon.
RPM now has three songs all mixed. This one is kinda dumb. The guitars are all through a real amp though, so it’s got that going for it.
Am I that guy who used to scoff at Valentines Day and say it was nothing but a drug store holiday designed to sell mass quantities of greeting cards and who actively, enthusiastically even, used to participate in Anti-Valentines day parties that included bowling and mountains of pizza and snickering at the loser couples all around us?
Yes, I am that guy.
Do I still feel that way?
Hells no! I love Valentines Day now! It’s all Jennifer’s fault. You know the story, cynical boy meets perfect girl and suddenly his entire outlook on life changes drastically. That’s me too. Objectively I know that I don’t need a “holiday” to express to Jennifer how much I love her. I know that. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to use the day as an excuse to go over the top and lay it on as thick as I can. Why not? I am head over heels, completely off my rocker, nuts in love with her. Why wouldn’t I take advantage of the situation, even if it is just a drug store holiday?
Happy Valentines Day to the love of my life, Jennifer. Every single aspect of life is infinitely better now that I’m with you. I love you!
My beloved wife and I just watched The Theory of Everything. I hated it. Just like I hated the Pixar movie, Up.
Stupid movie making me cry. Stupid beautiful amazing perfect movie.