Welcome, My Son

I had too much sleep last night and I need a shower. I don't think I stink, or anything. I just like feeling clean. That's probably the worst thing about camping. I can't get a shower. My eyes feel dirty. My hair feels nappy. I need to brush my teeth. I love feeling clean. But, when I'm camping, I get over that. I enjoy breathing in the cool mountain air. The mountain air helps me get over my discomfort. How stupid my discomfort is.

My life has changed. Lindsey and I welcomed our baby boy into the world. He is nothing short of perfect. I cannot even begin to describe to you what it was like to see his little face for the first time. People always talk about how birth is a miracle, and you don't think much about it until you see it happen. I love my son so much. I know what it means to truly worry now. I thought I had worry before. I worried about graduating university. I worried about making rent. I worried about finding a gorgeous woman who loves me (I had legitimate reason for that worry, but God did bless me). Having a baby son will give you real worry. And I have a feeling this worry isn't going away any time soon. I worry that I will fail as a father. I worry about worse things that I don't even want to mention in this blog.

I know that God caused this universe to exist from nothing and it expanded from nothing faster than the speed of light. That shouldn't even be possible. Matter and anti-matter. I can't even try to understand how our universe works, and even the smartest people in the history of humankind are still trying to understand it. For me, I have the universe sleeping right next to me. He is mine and Lindsey's universe, and he's only 10 days old.

So, I'll do my best. I'll try my hardest. Then I'll try even harder. Luke will motivate Lindsey and I. He already has. He is changing lives already. He has all the potential in the world and I am excited to be a part of his life. He also has the cutest little startle reflex. I love my son. I love him, I love him, I love him.


You made me so happy, God 
      I saw your work and I shouted for joy. Psalm 92:4 (The Message)

Journal

Here's a journal entry. One picture is sideways. Deal with it.

Glorieta Beer, Spain

I finally got my fat a$$ off the couch, I put the fork down and I went for a run. It's been almost a month since I've gone for a run. I ran 2.17 miles and it took me 22:14 minnutes. 10 minute (plus) miles. Lame sauce. What do you expect? I'm probably fifty pounds over weight. I think my heart is still in alright condition. My pulse was about 180 to 190 beats a minute.

My run was great though. It felt good. I even stopped a few times to take some pictures. I'll post them in this blog. I took a picture of this weird structure that's on the rail line. It looks like it may have been used for storage back in the day. I'll have to look it up and see what it is. If you look at the main picture on my blog you can kinda see it in the background. It's on the right side of the track, in the very back. That structure is still standing. It would be sweet if that was used for something, like a coffee shop, or a brew pub. That would be mega sweet!

I found what that building is! Southwestern Brewery and Ice Company! How cool!

Here's a few links.

http://www.freebase.com/view/en/southwestern_brewing_ice_co

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/index.html?curid=3019508

I think someone should bring back this brewery. I would love to have a Glorieta Beer!

Here's another sweet link! Pictures of the beer can/bottle labels.

http://www.beercanmuseum.com/Page_24.html

Please also enjoy some photos that I took while on the run.

I think if I had just ran then I would get my miles down below ten minutes. We'll see next time.

A couple of other things. Sorry about all of the random Twitter posts in different languages. I found this sweet Android app that translates the words I speak to it into other languages. I would love to master the Spanish language and take my son and wife to Spain.

Weezer, Boats

I'm listening to Weezer. This is weird. Weezer used to be my second favorite band after MxPx. Then they released the Green album and all the garbage after it. I totally lost track of them after Green. The funny thing is that I'm listening to some of that garbage. Maladroit is playing now. I don't think I've ever heard these songs, but for some reason I have them on my iPod. The songs aren't terrible. It sounds like Weezer. I think I just like to listen to what other people's opinions about bands are. It seems like we all are heavily influenced on what other people think about something. It would be nice if we were more independent. We move like a flock of birds, or a school of fish. It's kinda dumb.

Man, I need to loose some weight! I've been so freaking lazy for the past two to three years. I used to run and hike and skate and snowboard. Now all I do is sit inside all stinking day. I don't think I've had a tan line in years. I hate it. I want to camp, and fish, and I want a boat. Not a big boat. Not a boat with a motor. I want a small fishing boat that I have to row. I would love to hang out and just enjoy the water and nature around me.

Today, Lindsey and I went to Dick's Sporting Goods. They just opened a store in Albuquerque, so we thought we would stop by just for fun. They had some hiking shoes and some camping gear and BOATS. The boats were pretty darn cool. I would love to have one so that I can put it in a lake and just float along. I'll fish from that boat and enjoy the fish I catch later that evening.

Still no son. His due date was yesterday. No son yet. I knew he was going to be late. I just want to know how late. We were told that most first pregnancies are late. We were also told that Sex Panther works 60% of the time, every time. We're ready. His room's ready.

Wow, this Weezer song is pretty bad...