along the journey

I just realized that I hadn’t at all been thinking about updating this. I’ve been thinking about various other things with regards to GM… none having to do with updating.

My relationship with Amy these days seems super! I’m not sure what is different if anything, but this morning, after snoozing the alarm clock- twice, before jumping out of bed, I leaned over and kissed her. It wasn’t anything big, but she smiled so big, that made me feel so special. When I get to work today I had an email from her. I frequently have email from her on mornings after long nights at the theatre. They’re frequently creative, and fairly sappy- but I love her for it. This evening she’s going to go to rehearsal with me, I told her she’d be bored, but she says she’s going to bring a book. She’ll probably be bored, but she’ll enjoy just being there with me. I sure scored when I married her!

While we were waiting for the nurse, the one who showed us how to test Amy’s blood sugar, and use the glucometer and such, she was in a room behind us and someone came in with a package. He gave it to her, and she said, “That’s it, you don’t need a John Henry?” Immediately I started laughing, I just thought it was funny to hear such a thing. I was thinking about it more, and realized that John Henry is incorrect- what she meant was John Hancock. Oddly enough, this wasn’t the reason I was laughing at first, but it certainly helped extend the chuckle. While she was speaking with us, she was writing out a prescription for the perinatologist to sign off on and she said, “Now all we’ll need is his John Henry, and you’ll be set.” It was all I could do to hold it in!

It’s definately been a very busy day. I was even off of work. We left the house this morning for a dr’s appointment that was scheduled for 9:45. We didn’t get back to the house until well after 5:00. 4 Dr’s appointments and after lunch with a friend we finally made it home. Not before retreiving computer parts for Jay’s Computer, and picking up my fathers sick computer. Yes it’s Dr. Dean- working and creating computers this weekend, on top of all of the festivites scheduled for this weekend. Begining with the arrival of Amy’s mom and stepdad. This is their last trip here before the one when Amys delivering our little bundle o’joy!

Last Friday Amy was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. Today we had the joys of the resulting dr’s appointments. 4 total- 1 @ 9:45, 1 @ 10:45, 1 @ 3:00, and the last one @ 3:35. With the hospital 45 minutes away, in between the morning and afternon appointments, we had lunch and went and got information regarding our wonderful (read awful) credit/equity situation in reference to buying a new car for the baby and us. Over all the appointments were nearly as traumatic as either of us expected- like we really knew what to expect. This evening we’ve been shopping, building computers, making tomorrow nights dinner (which if all goes well, will cook slowly while we’re at work tomorrow), cleaning the house, and writing this particular journal entry.

Well will the big plans for this weekend, I probably won’t be sitting in front of any computer for very long. But I promise that I’ll update on Tuesday- I may even add some pictures. WooHoo!

This has got to be one of the most exciting things that Cincinnati is ever going to experience!!

I just got off the phone with my father. We talk all the time. We’ve got a great relationship. Tonight when we were winding up our conversation, he told me he loved me. Not that this is abnormal, or I didn’t expect it, but it just always means so much to me. Most of the time when I talk to him he’s busy, somtimes so busy he forgets to even say bye. I always tell him I love him. However it’s not everyday that I hear him tell me. I used to tell Amy that I didn’t want to tell her I love you all the time, because it dirtys it. It makes it less whole, somehow less real. Desensitization happens everyday in society, not usually thought of in the case of love, but it happens. Most people don’t even think about. But something that I’ve noticed when I hear my dad tell me he loves me. I know he means it. It’s something special. I love you too!

I’ve been writing, jotting, things down during rehearsals and such on the palm. I’ve been meaning to put them up on the day’s I write them, however, when I get home from rehearsal, I’m either trying to relax (as you might be able to tell from Amy’s first entry on Tuesday), or sleep. Amy’s enjoying the season finale of ER, so I’m just sitting here updating. So I put up some journal entries, and some quotes, and thoughts.

Another one- Do people who work in rest areas have to drive from one exit to the next one? Are there tunnels between them? How do they get home.

“I live each day only so that I may have something to remember tomorrow.” Jon Robin Baitz Three Hotels

Journal 5/16/01 9:07 pm

beqan this-earlier on paper… Now on the palm.

Another kid was shot toniqht. Apparently he’s alive, I don’t know the circumstances. What I heard was the quy went after the policeman with a knife. heard it was black-on-black this time. I don’t know if that makes it any better though. Funny thinq is that the kid was shot in the leq or arm or somethinq. People takinq up for the cops say that they can’t take the risk of not shootinq to kill. This latest incident proves that they don,t have to kill zomeone to qet respect. I,m not black’ but i try to understand. The atmosphere down here is charged. People are pissed. The shootinq that happened two weeks ago they quy called in to a radio show askinq the host to help him turn himself in. It’s a shame that people have to use well known personalities to assist them so that they aren’t mobbed by angry police. The guy knew he did wrong, knew that he needed to turn himself in, but was scared he’d be killed. Pat Berry drove down and picked the guy up and took him to the police station where the guy surrendered peacefully.

Journal 5/15/01

I don’t understand Act 2 Scene I. B/O stuff happens. Liqhts up.

8:44 pm - an actress has the flu. She’s gone. We continue without here. At least we can without her. Last niqht we were missinq an actress and we had to change plans.

Rehersal is going well. We really don’t have all that much time before we open. I’ve written these past two entries on my palm and have become increasinqly aware of the scratches in the qraffitti area. It’s incredibly frustratinq because when I try to write in a non-scratched area it doesn’t pick up the letters. when I write in the scratched area I’m worried I’m scratchinq it more with each stroke.

you are the great white skunk hunter of the east fork state park.

“quietly he creeps forward… his flashlight illuminating the dark to reveal

the creature. The bait was set out by the tent of his friends. He knew the

skunk could not resist……. corn on the cob!”

Yes that is true my friends. I am the great white skunk hunter of the east fork state park. You’ve found me out. I apologize that I’ve been keeping this from all of you for so long, but I can only let so many personal facts slip out. And it seems that I’ve been found out. Recently an email from a friend revealed the truth, and I figured that I should share it without as well. I am no longer going to hide from the truth.

I AM THE GREAT WHITE SKUNK HUNTER!!!!