bunny rabbits & union negotiations...

hooray!
lots been going on this week. Jameson was out here for a brief 24 hour stint to get some things the Scanlans left behind, and to harvest a few of my baby banana shoots. Hopefully those live for him, and they wont succumb to his brown-thumb. It was neat seeing Jameson, but it really reminded me of the situation that happened to his Father and the lack of my island parents being next door. Bummer.
So bunny rabbits. I can say this much, since I don't believe Cassandra pays much attention to my blog here. Last week my poor wife went to let our rabbit out, Sutton, only to find he had passed sometime the night before. Cassie is a real animal lover. I don't feel that she will go as far as joining P.E.T.A. or anything of that crazy nature, but loves her pets nonetheless. Well... last night Jameson had mentioned to me that he needed to off-load one of the hundred animals that is currently residing @ their pad in Santa Ana. What is it? A RABBIT. Uh-oh... does this mean that we will fill the rabbit coop once more? Our son is on the way. We are praying/looking into getting a home sometime soon. I dunno if this is a good choice or not. I have always enjoyed letting out a bunny into the lawn. Supposedly this little guy is a dwarf, and not more than a year old. Hmm... we will just have to see I guess!
And last but not least- Union negotiations. Today our local, I.B.E.W. 47 paid us a nice visit to vote on our new contract. This is a looooooong story, but in the end it got turned down. It all boiled down to 8 operators/asst. operators voting yea/or neigh (sp?) and they said NOOO! Booo... bummer we all cant just get along!
Oh well. I'm sure it will all work out in the end.
Whew! LONG POST!
-M

woman + me

end of a rollercoaster week...

This past week was awesome and horrible at different moments for me, my wife, work... immediate family etc.
The baby is kicking alot. I mean ALOT. My wife likes to look at me with the announcement every time. "He just did it!" I then proceed to feel her water-ballooned tummy and hope for Mr. Jacob to give me his best David Beckham kick to my palm, but to no avail. I think I am really more exited with a physical son in my hands. Right now, I KNOW he is a real thing. God has created a being with similar traits to his parents... hopefully not my gut. But he is something that really has a special connection to his mother now. Not me. I already love him, but I think reality will click on for me when I am rocking him in my arms. Does this make sense? I hope so.
I am listening to a really old Supertones album now and its bringing back memories. I have a few select albums that really do that for me. Ghoti Hooks "Sumo Surprise", Slick Shoes' "Rusty" and the Supertones' first few albums. Memories of the GOOD C.C.A. days, before love was ever a problem for me. Haha. Campfires at the beach. Josh Bove swimming underwater from a dozen yards away to scare the crap out of me in the surf. Steve Broberg always telling me great advice and me not listening to him. June Walsh & Julie Paquin being faithful servants to the Lord and making us put on sunscreen & cooking hot-dogs for us. I really wish I had a roster of the old youth group. I have talked to a few, even recently hearing from a good buddy Mark Christensen. I miss him. I miss the good old days.
Please let me know if you own, know how to acquire, or where to rent a time-machine.
Burch out.