Pompadoured

I haven’t gotten much sleep. I think my daughter needs to poop. I’m a little dizzy right now and trying to concentrate on anything other than the news is hard.

I crave terrible foods. I did fourteen push-ups the other day. I took more dimethylaminoethanol last night when I got home. I’m still a little depressed and sick-feeling, but it’s not as violent.

I wish interplanetary travel was possible, because I want to look back at the Earth and say some catchphrase that they would say in a movie that sums up the entirety of our planet.

A man told me last night that the benefit of having children is that they’re an imperfect reflection of yourself. It’s nice to pick this person up and look at the person and feel a certain amount of responsibility for the person’s existence.

I forget sometimes how much I like old country music. I wish I could stop reading the news.

I bought a book on the Sun dance last night. I picture myself spiritually as a hawk flying over a Taco Bell below a mountain.

I went to the store in the car to buy more formula. It was raining a little. I talked about football with my brother.

We had pho for lunch. Not ever sure if I live a physically healthy life. Right now, I feel like I have maybe thirty to thirty-five years left.

Riding a bike slowly is nice. The air outside is really thick. I think there is mold in our house, and I’m scared to find out.

I’ve been drinking more water and driving the car less. Ironing is harder than I remember.

When I try to get Pearl to poop, I’ll push her knees up towards her stomach and roll them to the outside. She makes little grunting noises and smiles when I stretch her legs out straight.

When I was driving the pho home, I kept having these visions of the bag tipping over and spilling out all over my car.

I don’t worry about the front yard as much as the back yard. The back yard is in the center of our house.

Lately, there have been swarms of mosquitos in the back yard. I took my rake and raked leaves for fifteen minutes, and came back with my legs fucked-up.

The front yard has a lot of dead plants, but I was able to save the grass this summer. Last summer there was more rain.

We got a quote last week to clean the front yard up, but it was too much, so I am going to find the time to do it myself. It will help with the mosquito problem.

Working in the yard is nice. I feel good about sweating and wearing my work boots and using a trowel.

I don’t like perfect-looking yards. I like a yard that looks like a home haircut, a little fucked-up but reasonable.

Some people that will read this will probably think, “Caring about your yard is shallow.”

Caring about your yard is the good kind of shallow. I live across the street from a park, and people compare my yard to the park. I don’t like people judging my family based on our yard. It needs to be acceptable so people don’t judge us. I think they’ve been judging us.

Not drawing too much negative attention to yourself involves some upkeep to make things acceptable for the people at the park.

I’ve noticed that mosquito bites go away quicker and that they don’t itch as bad as they did when I was a kid. My son gets a lot of them, and it’s really sad. I have to put Benadryl on his legs and face.

My dad came over in the afternoon and we watched Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations on Netflix while he played with the kids. Jenny made a smoothie. She was angry and said it was a mistake to make the smoothie with plain yogurt instead of vanilla-flavored yogurt.

I have a reading this week. A string of lights broke-off in the back yard, leaving the party lights broken. I have had bad gas lately.

It has been overcast and cold. We went for our normal walk around the neighborhood, and normal things happened. Sunday is pizza day, so we ordered pizza for lunch.

Jenny put this cute sweater/poncho on Pearl.

We didn’t discuss much today. I made this website, and Jenny made posters for her art show this weekend out of puff paint and neon paper. I watched the end of the Texans game while walking around and holding the baby.

We have been really into supplements.