Big News!

So yesterday Leanne and I found out that we were soon to be the parents of a beautiful baby girl!
I'm too excited for words right now.
I can't even begin to equate my feelings and emotions into anything that resembles a sentence.
I've waxed poetic about wanting a boy, but I didn't know or care what we had.
I seriously feel as though I've waiting my whole life for for my little princess.
I really do.
It feels like she's here to save my soul.
To love someone unconditionally, which is something I've never been able to do.

In other, less dramatic news, the trip to Vancouver was a mild failure. I was sick as a fucking dog. I spent most of my Saturday morning with a sour stomach. The drive up was shitty because I felt like I was going to have duel exhaust for 2.5 hrs. I spent the afternoon sleeping in the hotel room and woke up just in time for the game.
Game was a success. Canucks won and Ryan Kesler even got into a scrap!

Leanne is doing well, after the rough week we had. I'm happy that her and I are able to solve our problems in a more constructive way these days. Her preggo moodswings can be tough at times, but I guess she's not as bad as could be (from what she's read to me). We're making it the best we can, and I think we'll be fine.

God, I'm so excited about our baby girl!

Oh yeah..this is the dopest shit I've ever seen...

Don't sleep on Heatwave, folks.

Been a while...

Man, nothing to say since Feb. 18th? Trying to think about what I've been up to since then.
Let me see:
Drove to the fucking moon, or at least that's what the drive to Spokane felt like.
Getting read for disposable income siphon.
Got my Xbox 360 back and have been dominating on Call of Duty 4.

OK, that last one is kind of a lie. I've been getting my ass handed to me by 15 year olds on a regular basis.
This upcoming weekend I'll be making my triumphant return to my favorite city in the whole world: Vancouver, BC.
The plan:
Get there around 11am and head straight to the Granville Market.
Let the ladies eat while Kramer and I scope out dumpers.
Get properly fueled up with eats & booze beforehand (hopefully Shark Club wings and Molson).
Attend Canucks game and watch the Sedin brothers whoop ass.
I'll make sure to post a few pics of the the weekend. In he meanwhile, I'm doing my best to ignore American Idol in the background. Hey, what can I say? Gotta let Leanne watch what she wants on occasion, right?

Ahh, life..

So, here's how life is.
Been dating Leanne for 5 years and change. Met her while working at the T-Mobile Call Center in Bellingham..back when I was a loser and had a "job" instead of a "career". She's a good woman and even though I'm hard on her, she still manages to roll with the punches.
We're going to be bringing a bundle of joy and subsequent expendable income siphon into the world!
Due Date: Aug 15th
Sex: Boy (Jesus, Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah willing)
I have a theory: God is going to punish me!
If I have a girl, I'm either going to have:
A) a 6ft monster that will be throwing the shot put
B) a dime-piece that's going to hate me
Either way I lose. Here's how it works:
If I have the Titan, she's going to be ugly and massive. Nobody is going to want to date her and she'll be homely. Nothing fun about that.
If I have the dime-piece, I'm going to be sitting on the couch looking at some smiling 14yr old that's trying to fuck my daughter. Nothing fun about that

I'm just hoping the little siphon comes out healthy and with above average intelligence.
I'm already scared shitless to be a father, so I'm hoping all my bad deeds can be offset enough to just make it easy on me...give me a boy.

Blast From the Past

I need to update this thing more often.
Leanne always asks me: Have you updated your blog?
Nah
Nobody reads this shit anyhow. My life hasn't gotten interesting...yet.
I'm sitting up at 140am on Sat night, bored..can't sleep. I'm watching Seal on A&E. This guy used to be the shit. He now seems to have gone the way of lots of cool artists. Namely he makes music for the soccermom crowd. He's hashing out his previous hits; crazy, killer, kiss from a rose, etc. Made me get out my time machine a bit and think back a few years. Here goes...
When Leanne and I first hooked up, we had separate places. We eventually moved into a charming lakeside apartment complex called The Blue Dolphin here in Leschi. We had a ground floor 1 bdrm with a lake view. Fucking DOPE!
Anyhow, the managers were meth heads. To make a long story short, the made up stories about me (saying I sold drugs) and eventually kept half of our deposit when we moved out. Why am I telling this story? Because, I vowed revenge of some sort. I STILL am trying to figure out what I will do to repay them for all their kindness, open mindedness and embracing of diversity. One day...one day!
Still, when the temp reaches 80, that place sure was the best. Come home from work, jump into the lake, then back into your air conditioned apartment.
No moaning about it or anything like that. Just keeping it on the mind to ensure that the feeling of being discriminated against by racist meth head losers never leaves me.
Motivates me
Makes me strive for success
And Sweet Revenge

Winter Event

One thing I love about living here is the winter.
The threat of any inclement weather sends our news stations into a tizzy.
Dusting of snow in the forecast?
TOP NEWS STORY! Jesse Jones at the scene!

On a side note, weekend was good. After a series of fights with the GF on Fri, we got back to what we do best Sat-Mon. These activities include walking around, poking fun at folks, and generally having a great time. We hit the Market on Sunday. Fucking loaded with tourists. We bought some hot sauce to add to the collection and then settled in for a spot of lunch. Not a bad weekend.

I'm actually hoping it does snow. I've got an Audi which should do damage to any bad road conditions. I'll think of more cool shit to type later on I suppose.

First one

This blog probably will suck. Actually, I'm certain it will.
Why am I writing this?
I suppose it could be a way to get out some of my thoughts.
I have a pretty tame life actually.
I work for the Green Machine. There's prob one in your 'hood complete with assorted douchebaggery and drinks with funny names. When you order yours and it ain't right, you call where I work. I build schedules for those poor souls you might talk to. I also forecast headcount. WHHHEEEEE, fun!
I live with my GF, 2 cats and a Puggle named Sir Charles Barkley (more on him later).
I'm from Seattle.
Not relocated to Seattle, but actually from here. I'm not sure how long that will last either. It seems that this place is a hotbed or mecca for folks from CA, MA, NY, TX. Why? Why do these folks want to come here? What is so special about this place to others?
Shitty traffic: Check
Shitty transit: Check
Shitty overpriced housing: Check
I grew up in the ever gentrifying neighborhood called the Central District. Subsequently this area has been carved up in many smaller neighborhoods by the new inhabitants. Silly names like "Upper Madison" are the norm. Whatever.
I'll try and update this thing as often as possible.
Mostly with articles, pictures and stories that I find interesting.

Oh, and don't worry PETA; that puppy didn't get molested.