so the dude digs the studio.  last night he was fussing up a friggin' storm so i plopped him in his bouncey on the floor of the studio and resumed Operation RTFO.  much rocking happened and he rocked so hard he passed out.  my boy is hardcore, mofos.  the net result of the dude diggin' the studio time is that my productivity is up ~200%.  i've recorded 3 tunes in the past 2 weeks.  not bad.  excellent by my previous standards.  he's really pretty funny.  he'll bounce along and stare at me, making faces all the while.  he seems terribly amused by the the bass guitar.  maybe he's mocking my playing.  he should.  but the key is this:  there must be tunes at all times.  that means no editing and no mucking around with settings.  he seems to be saying "you can do that later, old man!  now dance for me monkey!  DANCE!"  and i do.  and all is well.

my beloved also enjoys this time as it gives her a break.  being with the dude 24/7 is rough work.  i would totally do it if i could.  being a stay at home dad would rule!  sadly, it's all about the money.  stupid fiscal responsibility and material needs.  always F'n with my style.  what i'm saying is that the more time the dude spends chillin' with me, the more time mommy has to replenish her health and manna.  we all win!

it looks like my mom has cracked.  being away from the dude is too much for her.  i send pictures daily, but she has no room in her life for still shots.  she needs the real deal.  stacky's mom drops by on most days for a quick fix.  she'll be "going to the fabric store" which is about 100 miles from our hosue and want to stop by while she's out.  i'm all for it.  grandparents rule!  i didn't know any but my maternal grandmother and the dude has (as of this writing) FIVE FRIGGIN' GRANDPARENTS.  most. spoiled. baby. evar.  more power to him! 

and as for my mom...well...thing is, $x was never thrilled by her visits.  it's still weird for both mom and me that stacky is all good with having her around whenever.  i miss my mom more than i let on.  blixco's diary from last night hit really close to home.  i know she's coming to see the dude, but i think she'd come anyway.

i'm turning 35 soon.  i hate birthdays that are divisible by 5.  maybe when i get to 100 they'll be cool again.  but until then...meh.  i'm looking at my life and seeing that everything is exactly where i wanted it to be...10 or so years ago.  you will never catch me complaining about my current status.  i'm lucky.  really lucky.  i have a loving family and things are really in a good place for me.  but it makes me wonder what i did with all of those years.  a question best left unasked i'm sure.  i'll take off the monday after for giggles.  and because i'm burning days off.