Here we go again.
Over a year and a half, and I haven't blogged. What's wrong with me?
Our little Harper will be here in .... 3 months? Wow. I'm going to be a daddy. Pretty scary. I'm more excited than I can even say. She's going to be spoiled, spoiled, spoiled!!
I've been working like crazy, playing as much as I can, and everything else is pretty much the same. Sure I've put on a pound or two since last blog, but you can't see the extra 'love' so it doesn't matter.
Again, I'll try and keep this pretty consistent. Hope all's well (those of you who will actually read this...)
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Friday, April 11, 2008
Home is where your stuff is?
Stuff. I love it. I hate when I'm away from it. My own bed, my own computer, my cats, my models, my own refrigerator. Things that make life more...bearable?
Of course, the best part about being home is one's wife. Mindy just makes it nice to be home. I don't let her know enough, of course, but I'm certainly going to try and remedy that.
Show tonight. Well, a coffee shop show, but a show none-the-less. We'll see how it goes.
Of course, the best part about being home is one's wife. Mindy just makes it nice to be home. I don't let her know enough, of course, but I'm certainly going to try and remedy that.
Show tonight. Well, a coffee shop show, but a show none-the-less. We'll see how it goes.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Whoops...
Been awhile, hasn't it? I knew this would happen, and it did. Self-fulfilling prophecy!? Maybe so.
I'm sitting in LA now, talking on the phone with my wife. I'm good at this multi-tasking kind of thing, I think.
This week has been an eye opener, for sure. We spent a week recording 9 songs, eating crazy amounts of food at fancy restaurants, and I learned a few lessons.
1.) I CAN come up with things on the spot that aren't all that terrible.
2.) I need some vintage drums.
3.) I need some bigger drums.
4.) Being away from one's wife can get on one's nerves.
5.) I need a full set of K Constantinople cymbals.
6.) Raw oysters are something that I could never eat again and be ok with it.
7.) I like sushi. Good stuff, anyway.
Many others, but those are some of the most important.
See you soon?
I'm sitting in LA now, talking on the phone with my wife. I'm good at this multi-tasking kind of thing, I think.
This week has been an eye opener, for sure. We spent a week recording 9 songs, eating crazy amounts of food at fancy restaurants, and I learned a few lessons.
1.) I CAN come up with things on the spot that aren't all that terrible.
2.) I need some vintage drums.
3.) I need some bigger drums.
4.) Being away from one's wife can get on one's nerves.
5.) I need a full set of K Constantinople cymbals.
6.) Raw oysters are something that I could never eat again and be ok with it.
7.) I like sushi. Good stuff, anyway.
Many others, but those are some of the most important.
See you soon?
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Going Backwards
I've loved airplanes since I was a little kid. There's just something about them that has fascinated me. I think that a lot of people would probably say the same thing, and so I'm not saying that I'm necessarily special or anything.
My mild obsession has carried over into many aspects of my life so far. From kindergarten til 5th or 6th grade, I can remember many times I got into trouble for "drawing airplanes instead of doing schoolwork." When I read, which is often, I read mostly about airplanes, dogfights, and other air war type subjects. I feel like I have an eerie connection with the airmen of World War II. TV shows having to do with airplanes are high on my watch list. The History Channel started doing some computer animated dogfight deals, and I think that I could watch them for hours straight.
When I was a kid growing up, I would sit for hours and put together model airplanes. The first one I ever remember doing was with my dad in our old house on Sherwood Dr. I'm pretty sure that it was an F14, and I remember being so pissed off that you had to put the decals in water. I thought they were stickers!! I don't even think that we painted the thing. Years later I got into a WWI flight simulator, and was back to building. Those little beasties took me a day to put together and paint, and after that it was off to the races.
In middle school my buddy John and I started building all sorts of planes. I think that I went through 10 in one summer, which may not seem like a lot, but if you're building them like I do today, you're doing one every few months...maybe. I finally met someone who really knew how to put together a proper model when I was in high school. My girlfriend's older brother was an amazing model airplane builder (and still is.) He showed me the ropes, and basically overnight was on the road to making...well, BETTER products than I had before, and found has been sheer joy for me.
I titled this post "Going Backwards," because, after a 4 or 5 year hiatus, I'm back to building again. It's not as simple as just going back a few years, it's going all the way back to building those little airplanes when I was a kid with my dad. Back to helping John slather on chrome silver paint on his 1:48 scale B29, that was simply covered in fingerprints, after walking to his house a few miles away during the summer of '91. Back to trips to San Antonio with Scott who was like a big brother to me, and helped me to find this hobby that has so effectively connected me to one of my first loves.
It takes me back to being a kid again, and I like that.
One of my recent finished airplanes:
My mild obsession has carried over into many aspects of my life so far. From kindergarten til 5th or 6th grade, I can remember many times I got into trouble for "drawing airplanes instead of doing schoolwork." When I read, which is often, I read mostly about airplanes, dogfights, and other air war type subjects. I feel like I have an eerie connection with the airmen of World War II. TV shows having to do with airplanes are high on my watch list. The History Channel started doing some computer animated dogfight deals, and I think that I could watch them for hours straight.
When I was a kid growing up, I would sit for hours and put together model airplanes. The first one I ever remember doing was with my dad in our old house on Sherwood Dr. I'm pretty sure that it was an F14, and I remember being so pissed off that you had to put the decals in water. I thought they were stickers!! I don't even think that we painted the thing. Years later I got into a WWI flight simulator, and was back to building. Those little beasties took me a day to put together and paint, and after that it was off to the races.
In middle school my buddy John and I started building all sorts of planes. I think that I went through 10 in one summer, which may not seem like a lot, but if you're building them like I do today, you're doing one every few months...maybe. I finally met someone who really knew how to put together a proper model when I was in high school. My girlfriend's older brother was an amazing model airplane builder (and still is.) He showed me the ropes, and basically overnight was on the road to making...well, BETTER products than I had before, and found has been sheer joy for me.
I titled this post "Going Backwards," because, after a 4 or 5 year hiatus, I'm back to building again. It's not as simple as just going back a few years, it's going all the way back to building those little airplanes when I was a kid with my dad. Back to helping John slather on chrome silver paint on his 1:48 scale B29, that was simply covered in fingerprints, after walking to his house a few miles away during the summer of '91. Back to trips to San Antonio with Scott who was like a big brother to me, and helped me to find this hobby that has so effectively connected me to one of my first loves.
It takes me back to being a kid again, and I like that.
One of my recent finished airplanes:
Friday, April 13, 2007
Family
A hard thing to love, at times.
Mindy and I spent Easter weekend at my dad's cabin in Leakey, TX, with the whole Lentz clan. It could have been great, however, the weather was definitely NOT having that. It turned rainy and cold on Friday night, forcing all 20 or so of us into this little cabin for close to 24 hours. Being that close to your family for that much time can really start to wear on you. I love them all to death, but a bike ride in the freezing rain was a definite welcomed escape one afternoon.
I made a couple of quick trips down to the Frio so that I could at least wet a line before I had to be home. I came up with a couple of fish. Yeah, they're small, but it was fun.
Now I'm home with my beautiful wife, and it sure is nice. Sleeping in one's own bed, away from a snoring grandmother, should never be taken for granted.
Mindy and I spent Easter weekend at my dad's cabin in Leakey, TX, with the whole Lentz clan. It could have been great, however, the weather was definitely NOT having that. It turned rainy and cold on Friday night, forcing all 20 or so of us into this little cabin for close to 24 hours. Being that close to your family for that much time can really start to wear on you. I love them all to death, but a bike ride in the freezing rain was a definite welcomed escape one afternoon.
I made a couple of quick trips down to the Frio so that I could at least wet a line before I had to be home. I came up with a couple of fish. Yeah, they're small, but it was fun.
Now I'm home with my beautiful wife, and it sure is nice. Sleeping in one's own bed, away from a snoring grandmother, should never be taken for granted.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Shopping Carts
Over my life I've had a lot of experiences with different shopping carts.
I know that we all seem to get that ONE rotten, beat-up cart at the grocery store. It never fails. It either pulls incredibly hard to the left, or one of the wheels is too short, and so it spins around in little circles the whole time that you're shopping. You could have gone back and swapped baskets, but you didn't. I didn't either. Nor do I ever. I have this thing about going back after I've already started.
I used to be a sacker/bagger/carryout at an HEB grocery store in Corpus Christi, TX. I had many an experience with carts then, too. I ran over an old lady's heels as I was helping her get her stuff to her car. I cleaned baby poop off of a few of those little "kid seats." I know I hit a couple of cars with them on accident. No one ever saw that. So if your car left the HEB that used to be on Saratoga and Everhart in between July and October of 1997 with less paint than it came there with, it could have been that moron who opens his car door too far, or it could have been me with my cart. I got into trouble numerous times for riding on the carts. How could you not ride the carts back when there was a bit of a slope to glide down?
I had my longest experience with a shopping cart today. My mother, God love her, bought my birthday present today. She bought me a $100 gift certificate to the largest online hobby shop in the world. If you know me, and most likely you don't, that's going to make me one happy guy. I spent most of my day from 1pm until about 5 minutes ago (2:40am) sitting here adding things into the cart, and then taking them out. One model plane in, one sanding stick out. One pin vise in, one paint jar out. All day long. It was amazing. I got to go shopping with my birthday money, which is something that I haven't done in years, because it usually ends up going towards bills of some sort. I didn't have to annoy my wife by standing there and handling every single model airplane on the shelf, nor did I make the workers start wondering if there was something wrong inside my head, or think I was going try to stuff something down my pants and walk out. It was amazing.
Great birthday present, mom.
Happy birthday to me. Well, on the 9th, anyway.
I know that we all seem to get that ONE rotten, beat-up cart at the grocery store. It never fails. It either pulls incredibly hard to the left, or one of the wheels is too short, and so it spins around in little circles the whole time that you're shopping. You could have gone back and swapped baskets, but you didn't. I didn't either. Nor do I ever. I have this thing about going back after I've already started.
I used to be a sacker/bagger/carryout at an HEB grocery store in Corpus Christi, TX. I had many an experience with carts then, too. I ran over an old lady's heels as I was helping her get her stuff to her car. I cleaned baby poop off of a few of those little "kid seats." I know I hit a couple of cars with them on accident. No one ever saw that. So if your car left the HEB that used to be on Saratoga and Everhart in between July and October of 1997 with less paint than it came there with, it could have been that moron who opens his car door too far, or it could have been me with my cart. I got into trouble numerous times for riding on the carts. How could you not ride the carts back when there was a bit of a slope to glide down?
I had my longest experience with a shopping cart today. My mother, God love her, bought my birthday present today. She bought me a $100 gift certificate to the largest online hobby shop in the world. If you know me, and most likely you don't, that's going to make me one happy guy. I spent most of my day from 1pm until about 5 minutes ago (2:40am) sitting here adding things into the cart, and then taking them out. One model plane in, one sanding stick out. One pin vise in, one paint jar out. All day long. It was amazing. I got to go shopping with my birthday money, which is something that I haven't done in years, because it usually ends up going towards bills of some sort. I didn't have to annoy my wife by standing there and handling every single model airplane on the shelf, nor did I make the workers start wondering if there was something wrong inside my head, or think I was going try to stuff something down my pants and walk out. It was amazing.
Great birthday present, mom.
Happy birthday to me. Well, on the 9th, anyway.
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