Club Brown

My parents were just here, and although i Hate to say it and my mom would kill me. We are all getting older. Mom wears glasses, dad randomly belches in public. they drive a mini van. they let me drive in “your crazy city. so much traffic!” they watch fox news. Stuff they would just never do 20 years ago.

My dad drove a 2 door Oldsbobile Tornado and it was awsome. I would havenever been able to drive them around. News? Nah just give us Regans Speeches and we’ll be ok.

It has all changed we’ve all changed and i fell old myself. my dad said it bet like a kid in an old guys body. we do things and have our bodies tell us nope not any more you are no longer prohibited to perform this action. Brings me back to this John Mayer song that i have mentioned in some form or fashioned at least 10 times on this blog.

Don’t know how else to say it
Don’t want to see my parents go
One generation’s length away
From fighting life out on my own
Stop this train
I wanna get off
And go home again
I can’t take the speed it’s moving in
I know I can’t
But honestly, won’t someone stop this train?

fat day.
AND i have a friend who should change their christian name to a native American sounding “poop don’t stink”.

“poop don’t stink”  says HI!

Getting gifts is the hardest thing to do. I can give them all day long. Gifts of money hard earned and time and attention and listening ear and what ever you need I can dish it out. But Man oh Man I have a hard time getting stuff.
We just had a baby shower yesterday and so many people bought us the coolest things ever and I am so thankful for it all. I tried to thank every one and let them know how really grateful I am, we are, for all of the things. I critique my self I say think you and then I think oh that didn’t sound sincere enough because I really am thankful.
Pet peeve of mine and there are more and more as I age, but a big pet peeve is when some one Thanks insincerely. I have a friend I help ALL THE TIME and he used to say thank you like it was something he was required to say and I would get so pissed off. I was like man you could care less, you really could. One of these days I wanna just not show up when you need me and leave you butt high and dry and then we’ll see yeah huh? Then we’ll really know what’s up. But then I am glad this rant just went on in my head and didn’t come out my mouth. I tell my self yeah see on some twisted level you are doing what you do for you Daine. It has nothing to do with helping others really. You are sick and twisted and the only way to love your self is through personal sacrifice.
My friend has gotten better at sounding like he means it when he thanks me.  But it s still a peeve of mine, and I wanted to make sure I did not sound like a spoiled child being asked what I wanted for supper. I think this is the main reason it is hard to get gifts. That and I know how much all this crap costs. I scanned every thin on the list and I am like seriously don’t spend money, gas is too expensive and you’ll gonna need it. I thought about what I scanned on the registry too. What do I scan? What do I scan? I should only scan the things we really need. Not exaggerated and or expensive gadgets and yes where have you been under a rock? They have ALL KINDS of expensive gadgets for babies these days. Not necessarily for babies but for their parents. So I tried not to go to far over board and stuff but still felt like I was overdoing it by the end. I keep saying to my self “no the baby does not need this thing (what ever it is). Will the baby die if it does not have this thing? No. and all the millions of babies in the world have lived with out it, she’ll be fine.

This kind of thing in addition to all the regular pre parenthood anxiety are what make these dark circles and bags under my eyes.
A lady at work today said wow you look like you have a good weekend. I said um what do you mean? She said dear have you seen your face.
I was thinking to my self was I smiling too much, I mean my parents are in tow n and we did see Betty and Matt on their move over the weekend but that was pretty sedate. She said No you just look tired, you look like you have been hit with a Mack truck.
I wanted to punch her in the front teeth but I just buried it and went on to my office with my coffee, thinking I will leverage the contents of this cup in my favor, he he he.

Why does coffee make my tummy hurt?
Will all the baby crap fit in the MINI, or should we dump it for a RV?
Why don’t I know something about cousin’s baby?
Why am I anxious about mom and dad coming?
Why can we not decide on a first name for peanut?
What did my neighbor kid do to get arrested last nigh?
Were the cop’s jerks?
Do the parents think one of us turned him in?
Why does it make me happy to listen to Cuban music and smoke cigars and drive my old truck slowly.
I am like a fat version of my uncle Jerry who will indulge his senses every once in a while not deny them.

I took this with my Holga. James is the guy on the right! Yeah your welcome i just had to clear that up!
Thanks Christine. it was the bulb switch on the bottom making all my Holga action blurry. Now if i can learn how to advance the film with no stopper.

killer july 4th mixtape

31 weeks from dainebranham on Vimeo.

yeah so i am waiting patiently and i know a few of you are too for the next big thing my friend Zach is going to inspire me with.
He has had a banner page up for sometime. it is kicking banner page may i add.
comment here and we’ll use it as a petition for him to take a friday off and just write us a token post or something.

older ZDFySzlr pagers are mellowJohnny and the addict.

Send your wife on a weekender to see friends and a BUNCH of family. While she is there your friends point out a truck like yours and they say we think of Daine every time we see it. And She says “yeah it is an Fj55 just like his, except his is not blue.” Thank you dear, for stating the obvious.

Yesterday, I overhear in Bobalu, a man in his 50’s hitting on a girl in her 20’s. His get a younger woman opener…
50- You new?
20- Yes Sir, how can I help you?
50- I Bob, -pause- I am a regular. You’ll be seeing a lot of me. maybe a whole lot if your nice?
I turned around to see what kind of crazy this was. When laid eyes on him I laughed out loud and eye contact with the girl and she laughed. Awkward moment, then the old coot left.  I asked if that sort of thing happens often. She said all the time. It is like an episode of the office around here. And your laughing did not help me keep a straight face, but thanks for being here otherwise he might have tried to get my number. Would you actually give it to him? I asked. Oh we all give them our boss’s number. He yells at them and then they usually don’t come back. Then she smiles and says jokingly “so no you can’t have my number!” right then the boss man comes walking out of the back room. He lowers his gaze and meets mine through the haze.  “Mike, I’m going to tell you like I tell every other bastard trying to pick up one of my employees…” She stopped him before he threw me out. We had a good laugh telling him about the old coot.  He says as I leave at closing time, “well like the old geezer said, I hope to see a lot more of you in here, and I’ll be nice.” Which is actually just kind of what the geezer said, .