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Easter Reflections
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Hey. You know how I always write blogs (I mean we all know (and by "we" I mean anyone who's ever followed my blog and, if that's not you then allow me to learn you somethin') Where was I? OH right! We all know that I don't really always write blogs. In fact I very rarely write blogs. But what I mean to say is that "You know how when I write blogs"...yeah, that sounds better. Let's pretend I started that way. Geez louise! AM I still in an aside? Pardon me for a moment.) Ah, that's better. Hey, you how when I write blogs, I always make some comment about how long it's been since I've written a blog and how I always say that I mean to write more, but I never do? Do you know? How I do that? Have you never read my blog before? Well, know this: I that. That thing I was just talking about. So, here's the deal, I've decided not to do that anymore. I mean, anyone who's ever followed my inane ramblings already knows that I go through periods of writing a lot and then nothing for months and months. And, if it's someone's first time here, then they can just look at the post date and know that I tend to go months between posts. I used to be good at it. I used to write stupid rambling nonsense all the time. Now, not so much. But anyway, enough about that. My official position on the matter is now: I will write when I write, and when I don't, I won't. But I won't mention it either way when I do. Got it? Yeha, I'm not sure I do eaither. Anyway...

How was your Easter? Mine was pretty good. My wife made me go to church and sit through a two hour service but...wait. I mean, my wife DID NOT MAKE ME go to church and sit through a two hour service (it just dawned on me that my beautiful and lovely wife is probably the only person left who regularly checks my posts. Hi honey. I love you.) So, in her defense, she didn't realize the service would be a marathon. She just wanted to show some support for her cousin who is a priest. It ended up being a good test though (not for me bro. I can sit through a longer service than that. I was raised Catholic). No, what we discovered was that my daughter could make it too. As a matter of fact, She hardly made a peep during the whole service. Pretty good for ol' Gator girl sweet-lee huh you may be thinking to yourself. My response would likely be: No, not her. Allee was good, but she got a little whiney towards the end. No, I'm talking about my other daughter Lily. Oh, didn't I tell you? Shelley and I had another kid. You had no idea? Oh, then let me get you the rundown:

Shelley and I had another kid. There you go. Ha ha, no really. Her name is Lily and she's five weeks old and her favorite thing to do is to keep her mom up all night. Notice I said "her mom", cause I don't get up with her. Cause I'm a man and that's not what men do. Cause apparently men are assholes. No, that's not the reason (though it's certainly up for debate. Feel free to discuss it, just not here okay? thanks). The real reason is that my wife is awesome and she takes the night shift during the week so that I can get some sleep for work (she's currently on maternity leave and then out for the summer. If you didn't already know, and haven't put it together yet, she's a teacher.) I try to make up for it on the weekends though. AND I DO normally take her until midnight or one (yes...yes I would like a cookie). Last night though, was particularly rough on Shelley because Lily slept from, like 9:00 pm to 12:30 am, so she completely slept though my shift. So Shelley ended up getting virtually no sleep last night. Plus she's got both girls all day because Allee's out of school for the week. So, I imagine I'll be on pretty heavy dad duty when I get home.

Well, I guess that's it for now. I mean, we all know I can just go on and on forever. Hopefully, I'll get back to the funny weird stuff as I write more...which I fully intend to know...cause I take so long between posts. What? What do you mean I said I wouldn't do that anymore. I don't remember that. Later. Oh, wait before I go, you can now follow a more abreviated version of my inane ramblings on Twitter. Yeah, that's right. Jimmy Gay is on Twitter. I'm a twit. I tweet. In fact, I twatted today.

Until next time: Blood on a tissue on the floor of the train. Sun goes down, temperature drops. Beautiful burnout, beautiful burnout. Bird, Chrome