Wow 6 days with no new posts. I guess in comparison to having a child nothing has really felt even worth blogging about. Either that or I am a lazy ass. Things seem to be jumping on my sisters part of town. She just bought a house, which is super fucking awesome. Sucks that she won’t be in the same town as me anymore, but we won’t be in Hendersonville too much longer ourselves anyway.

I still haven’t informed my grandfather that he not only has a new great granddaughter, but she also shares the same name as his daughter. I guess to be honest I really just don’t care if he ever knows. Aside from showing up to a single dinner, and coming to my son’s 3rd birthday party he has shown absolutely no interest in forming any relationship with my son. It’s funny that every time I call he had just stepped out, yet never returns my calls. And to be honest that is totally fine with me. I’m not thrilled about it, but I’m also not losing any sleep over it. I’ve made more than my share of attempts. It’s typical behavior to be expected from that side of my family. Never caring an ounce more than they absolutely have to. I guess it’s the fact that I know Gav and Laura could go their entire lives never even knowing who he or anyone else on that half of my family is, and it’ll never amount to more than “oh I never really knew my great grandparents”. Being able to say you knew your great grandparents is one thing, but to actually live long enough to meet your great grandchildren and be in a state of health that you could even build a relationship and be a part of their lives is colossal. I can’t even begin to try to put into words how that would make me feel….. well aside from extremely old. Am I stupid to think that is something huge in life? There are times that it absolutely blows my mind to think that I have children who could possibly carry this family so far into the future that theres not a person in the world who even knows who Jen and Eric Keith were.

Then again maybe I just can’t relate. I guess until I too am at the age of 75 and am also more worried about feeding those raging hormones of mine than meeting a future piece of myself, I just really can’t say how I will feel. It’s just pathetic that it would be more convenient for him that they just learn of him after he is dead and gone. As far as I’m concerned that is ultimately his loss.

What angers me far more than a big portion of my own family not seeming to give a fuck, is the new family I have grown into. The in-laws. And how they freakishly remind me of my own family. Nowhere near as bad, but following the same “caring only as much as I have to” formula. I wont rag too hard on them since they at least showed face, but I just wish they could see how their failure to become at least average grandparents tears up my wife. Theres nothing like keeping your expectations low only to still be disappointed in the end. In their defense I guess they just have more important things going on right now. Too important to pick up the phone and ask how things are going. That must be one fancy fucking house they are building.

Maybe as usual it’s just me. Eric being the ass hole that he is. Making a bunch of nothing into a big mess. Granted, I’m not the model parent by any means, but I would like to think I become a better parent each day. I think out of all the things you could say about being a parent, the most brutally honest and no bullshit way to describe it would be inconvenience. Children come into the world unable to comprehend anything being more important than them and what is happening in their life at this very moment. But I feel that in the end its the job of the parents to preserve that as best we can, as inconvenient for everything else in life it may be.

Even tho I said i wouldnt be participating in anymore ebay auctions, I soon grew tired of my sidekick 2 and decided to toss it up for sale. I really liked the keypad, but hated the big flip screen. It felt like a bigass toy and barely fit in my pocket. Not to mention tmobile had instant messenger locked out so you would buy their 20 dollar a month plan. No thanks. It sold within a day and I decided I would snatch up another Motorola a630. I really liked the one I had back in the day. So I put aside my beef with moto phones and found what i thought to be a kickass deal. Everything checked out perfect. 100% positive feedback and close to 40 transactions, all good.

“Slightly used unlocked motorola GSM cell phone. In great condition, works well”

I won it for a measely 91 bucks, paid and began the wait. But the next day i got an email that there were issues charging the phone. It was just a little”touchy” and a “known issue” with the a630. Great. I checked it out and its due to a connection with the charge port and the battery. The seller agreed to refund me for a desktop charger since this would solve that issue. I didn’t really care so much about the charge issue due to the price and the refund. So I order the charger thinking it should arrive around the same time as the phone and all will be swell. While I am at it I snag a case, and a data cable to go with it.

Later in the week the phone arrives and just like she said it wouldn’t charge, no worry my desktop charger would be here any day. After what little use i could get out of it considering i couldnt charge it, the damn mic went out, so noone could hear a word i said. Of course i was fucking pissed, so i told her it was coming back. She agreed to a full refund when she received it. That night Jen went into labor and I didnt get to send it off. 5 days later when i check the mail my desktop charger had finally arrived, and of course it worked. So now i had a fully charged phone i couldnt do anything but text on. and i forgot to mention before that it is also the squeakiest loudest phone ever made, and the lagginess of a moto phone finally got to me.

I finally got it sent back and the tracking shows the phone was delivered. I went ahead and bid on a new phone so the second the refund went through my blackberry 7105t would be on its way. Mmmmm blackberry. But of course the seller of the moto phone is now nowhere to be found. No refund, no response to my emails. I even escalated the claim in Paypal to try and get things rolling, and still nothing. The person who sold the blackberry is getting a little irritated that i havent paid yet. I also went and got a nokia 6030 at walmart for 30 bucks cause i cant stand not having a phone. This was supposed to all be seamless, but is now a big mess.

Luckily the 6030 is a killer phone for only 30 bucks. If for any reason the blackberry turns out to be yet another p.o.s. I will probly just stick with the nokia, but if everything works out i can easily take the nokia back or sell it on ebay. For the most part Ebay is a great idea. It has become the yard sale of the web, but like everything else in the world, the assholes and retards ruin it for everyone.

After I got off work on wednesday night I came home to find my wife was in a bit of pain. We assumed it was her gallbladder because her docter had previously told her the pain she described sounded like gallstones, but because she had been sick the previous week he never got around to rescheduling an ultrasound to see for sure what it was. We had heard a lot of positive talk about Baptist Hospital, and Hendersonville was currently under construction in the nursery area, so we headed out. We finally got there and after being checked in they sent us to trioge. I was a little disapointed from what I had seen so far. It didn’t look like the cleanest of hospitals, and once we got to the room it was even worse. It was so small and uncomfortable we were all getting antsy and irritated. They checked her blood and completely ignored anything she said relating to the pain. We sat there for 2 insanely long hours and when the nurse came back she just told us we could leave becuase her bloodwork was fine. Nevermind the fact she was almost in tears from the pain. The doctor never even saw her. So of course we did our best to cause a scene on the way out. Jen seemed to be hurting pretty bad tho, so I decided for us to go on to Hendersonville Hospital.

I’ve said some shit about Hendersonville Hospital in the past, but after spending 2 hours at Baptist I really appreciated the cleanliness and overall friendly attitude from the majority of everyone there. Instead of cramming us in a closet they took us to a birthing room that was about the size of our bedroom. They hooked us up with drinks and snacks and let us watch tv while we waited on the bloodwork. After it came back fine, instead of tossing us out the door, they actually tried to figure out what was wrong. Around the time her ultrasound was finished they realized she was contracting a bit and hooked her up to an I.V. for fluids, thinking they were due to dehydration. Hours later and well into the next day, the fluids ended up regulating her contractions and within the next hour her doctor gave the ok to take the baby early. We both grew more nervous by the minute.

They had scheduled the O.R. for around 7, but around 5:30 they popped in and said they would be ready within the next 30 minutes. I threw on my dad gear and they wheeled Jen back. As I waited by the double doors for them to call me back I realized that I was more nervous than I had probly ever been in my life, and I’m not totally sure why. We had done this before and I had a general idea of what to expect, so I guess it was mainly the worry of something going wrong or how Gavin was going to feel about all of it when we got back. I took one last look up at the clock and from what I remember it was 6:00 on the dot, I looked down to see a doctor and nurse headed my way and could tell it was time for me to come back.

I took a seat by Jen trying to calm down so I didn’t worry her any more than she already was, while I held her hand and waited. At 6:11 we heard the cries from our little girl and they brought her around, all purple and gross with blood , but still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. We were both pretty teary eyed and relieved everything was ok. They soon came for me to go back to the nursery to get little Laura cleaned up. We passed Jen’s parents on the way who were busy keeping up with Gavin. He didn’t seem to understand the whole aspect of it, and was maybe a little surprised to find out what “Sissy” was that we had talked so much about.

Despite being a bit early she was completely healthy. She slept a lot more than I remember Gavin doing, and was really quiet (Apparently she was just waiting till we got home). Jen was beat and her meds werent working all too well, but she still managed to stay pretty chipper. I dont think I slept more than an hour at a time on that god awful recliner. I think I’m still recovering from sleeping on that thing. Jen said I got my wish that Laura looked more like me, since Gavin looks just like her, but I didn’t believe her till 2 people I didn’t even know said something. Me and Laura both are super stoked about that.

It’s weird that for once everything seemed to go perfect. I dunno if we could have planned this whole thing better in any way. We are insanely happy to have her home, and look forward to all the sleepless nights jumping at her every command.

Today after bringing in some shitty wholesale cars for the auction on Monday, the truck driver who dropped them off joked about there not being any “sweet rides” for me this time. You see normally I pick out the shittiest looking truck and joke about how I would buy it and run shit over with it. He then continued to tell me how I should just buy a new one and that you can get a nice one for only $20k. Rather than explaining the ever so hard to grasp concept of why you would buy a “shit” truck to run “shit” over with versus a shiny scratch free new one, I just said that I was just a few cents short of an extra 20 thousand and couldn’t quite afford a new truck. Then he continued to convince me as if he were getting the commission off this sale when I ended it with “nah I have a wife and soon to be 2 kids to take care of”

I dunno if its the lack of his own son to pass down his words of wisdom, or if its the fact that I am always mistaken for a high school student, but he decided he would “give me some direction” because I clearly “need to get it together”. I need to get into college as fast as I possibly can, so that I can get a better job to support my family, because kids can be “expensive” costing several hundred thousand dollars (apparently all at once, tho I’m not sure cause I don’t have any). Theres nothing quite like unwanted advice. Especially coming from someone WHO SLEEPS IN A GODDAMN TRUCK! If i really wanted some advice, and I don’t, It shouldn’t be too fucking hard to find a better example. When I told him that college doesn’t guarantee success, and that it wasnt the only option in life he decided he would choose Bill Gates to push his point across. Cause you know….Bill Gates wouldn’t be where he is now without a college education. Ya him and my nutsack both. It was at this point I realized I’ve had more stimulating arguments with my 3 year old, and I went back to work. But I was left to wonder….just how many years of college would I need to drive a truck……

blah I am getting lazy about this much faster than I expected. As you can see Google removed my ads. Apparently your not supposed to have friends and family click on them a bajillion times. Who’da thought right. I am already sick of this theme but I’ve been waaaaay too busy doing nothing to change it. Jen got a surprise baby shower at work today wich is awesome. Exactly 2 weeks today and we will be wishing we’d slept more while we had the chance. I’ve never looked forward so much to being cranky and tired tho. Maybe I will fix this eye sore before the weekend hits.