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I have been so busy chatting you up about everything, that i haven't really mentioned the baby in a bit. Here and there, but not really focusing any really time on her. Why? I don't know.

She's doing fine. Terri's last visit to the doctor checked out well. Terri has to go every two weeks now. I feel assured by this fact because it's the third trimester and Elsie has to finish 'cooking' so she'll come out fine.

According to Your Pregnancy Week By Week by Glade B. Curtis & Judith Schuler, We are in our 33 week, the baby weighs over four pounds and is about a foot long.

Thank you, doctors.

We still have to finish the baby's room, which will be out of the way ahead of schedule. Terri's mom's dentist donated a full crib/dresser and changing table for the unbelievable price of: nothing.

We have tons of clothes already, the breast pump, the this, the that. That little room is going to fill up very quickly.

The baby shower is coming up.
I hope that everyone who received an invitation will attend. It's going to be a celebration of what's to come, an homage to my Grandmother Elsie and a cackling cauldron of womanhood. Ha!

My job? I will be here at the 10 Clark with all the cast off males, probably grilling meat and trying not to feel awkward about my lack of sports knowledge.

It's not really traditional for men to show up at a baby shower, especially the dad. I guess I would be a distraction from Terri and our baby.

These are modern times and i'm sure that tradition has been debunked, but it's one i'll gladly follow to ensure my sanity.

So there you have it.

Terri is fine, which means Elsie is fine. I am fine too. I am on my second juggernaut week at work. I will end today at eleven p.m. with thirty-six hours finished and fourteen more to go.

It's worth every minute of my time because it will help the three of us.

'Having a child is surely the most beautifully irrational act that two people in love can commit.'
Bill Cosby

Picture: from the archives. Taken on 7/24 by my dad.

You came from Iowa to knock on my door?

The mighty walled in compound that is the 10 Clark, was almost breached today by mid westerners.

After a night of celebrating the departure of one of the laziest and confrontational temps that we were working with yesterday, I decided to enjoy four beers at home with the dogs.

I awoke in a fog as i really don't drink to excess anymore, with the doorbell ringing.

The car they were driving had Connecticut plates. A rental.

She went next door to Esther's house after ringing our bell twice, and her husband pointed to me as she was walking back to her car.

Esther is One hundred and three.

We greeted. Instead of verbally berating her for stirring me, i decided to play nice.

Here's a recap of a person i'll probably never see again:

They are from Iowa. They are relatives of the previous owner. they are obviously religious because they mentioned living next to a recently closed church across town.

She asked if we knew the previous owners phone number.

She was nice, but i had absolutely no information about Kittie(yes, her name is Kittie) save that she moved from here to Palmer.

I ended up pointing her across the street to Maureen's house.
Maureen is the unofficial queen of nosy gossip on our street.

That was that.

I can say that the first thing i did today was meet someone from Iowa!

Now i'm awake. I have no iced tea or iced coffee prepared for that morning jolt, so i'm drinking some almost flat Polar ginger ale.

Polar ginger ale is the best among the worst. By that i mean there are the ginger ales that come in a plastic bottle and there are those that come in a bottle and are micro brewed.

Polar has a zing of real ginger that other ginger ales fail to reach.

The best of the micro brewed? it would have to be Boylan's and Reed's for a tie. but Reed's is a Ginger Brew. They have three strengths. And it's more of a tonic as it has herbs.

Boylan's is sweetened with cane sugar and real ginger. It's a punch that is hard to take, and it has to be served really cold, but it's so refreshing.

So that's it for me for now.

Good luck!

going to the dogs?!

Here we have a picture of last New Year's Eve. A night of Merriment, the wii's and something called maple whiskey.

2/10's of the crew ended up getting ill , but that's another story.

Now, you may think the title is rude and are focusing on all of my lovely lady friends. It may seem as though the canines in the picture on the left are being forced into posing. These things aren't true.

I posted this picture because it's the only one on file of our beloved dog, jackson, and Molly and Seth's dog jasper.

Jasper has been our house guest since last Friday as M& S headed to the 'On golden pond' pond in Maine(?)

Jasper is the one on the right. Clockwise we have: jackson, Remi, Jessica,Terri(center) and Molly.

We were at Molly's house when this was taken. We were also up in the Whately's.

O.k.: Jasper.

He's a smaller breed. I think he's part border collie. He's very, very passive. He comes on a bit confused at times but you can see the gears turning in his eyes. If he is part collie, then he's a thinker. Border collies are smart. That's a fact.

The first night he was here, i fell a sleep on the couch after going into a caffeine coma and much to my surprise jasper was asleep on my chest with his head on my shoulder.

I was touched by how he found me to be his protector as he was a bit ill at ease with his new surroundings.

The trouble is: i can't shake the guy. He is at my feet all the time and follows me like a puppy dog. Maybe because he IS a puppy dog?

Feeding time for him is a blast, when i pour his food into a bowl and tell him repeatedly that he has to keep eating. He digs in after a while but needs a prod or two of advice.

He follows me into our kitchen and i have to tell him there is nothing for him and he kind of sulks.

These aren't a negative reflection of jasper by any means. He is a sweet, sweet dog and some of his mellow attitude is rubbing off out our boy jackson.

So, we've gone to the dogs at the 10 Clark.

And that's all right by me.

In other news: I finally received my used copy of DAS BOOT on Blue Ray.

Are you freaking kidding me?

The director's cut clocking in at over three hours in 1080p?

I know what i'm doing Sunday night: sinking into the depths of madness.

'My truck uses the gas your hybrid saves.'

This is the funniest thing:
I went to my mechanic in Hatfield (about four miles from downtown 'hamp) for a routine oil change at 0:900 last Thursday. I had also mentioned a grinding noise in my brakes and had them check out the front driver's side. As i flipped through copies of Consumer Reports and listened to classical music in their waiting room, the diagnosis wasn't good. I needed a new wheel bearing instead of a cleaning of my brakes, which I thought was the root of the noise.

The cost of that, a tire rotation and an oil change was a little over $300.

I have been working really hard and saving as much as I can for when the baby comes. I have been sacrificing and going without so that she may be a little more comfortable. And now I have to pay out and put even more money into my late model Subaru.

So, they have to keep it overnight as I would be late for work if i waited. No biggie. They use Enterprise car rentals and pay half the charge for each day. If you remember, i only had to pay a total of $30 for that yellow hippie mobile I rented for two days back in January or February.

So what did I get from the car rental gods this time?

A fucking massive Dodge 1500 pick up truck.

The thing was a behemoth to drive, sucked gas down like a pig and was generally a menace to everything around it.

The pros and cons were the same for the behemoth: it was HUGE.

Some notes:

The damn thing was very easy to drive, due to it's independent front suspension.

I was towering over everything around me.

I felt like an all american douche bag who is inadvertently aiding terrorism by wasting so much fuel to look 'badass.'

The acceleration was great, it went from standstill to 'i'm going to tear the tar off the road' with ease.

The brakes were a bit spongy and i found my self misjudging the distance to which i was supposed to start braking and ended up on people's ass more than once.

In honor of all american excess, i ate a cheeseburger and fries in the behemoth, but i didn't throw the bag out of the window when i was done, so i didn't take the facade all the way.

I was high enough up to where my ears felt like popping and the air was getting thinner. On 91 South in Deerfield, I could somehow make out the buildings in Springfield.

In the one day I rented it, i drove where i normally drove, and had to put $12 in the gas tank.

I don't see the practicality of a truck being so high off of the ground and yet still having the ability to haul cargo.

The dashboard computer was busy and distracting.

My overall grade for this king o' the road: D+

I have nothing against trucks as i've owned two of them. This thing is everything that is wrong with the automotive industry in america: it's big, loud and always thirsty. This goes beyond being a truck and enters a branded lifestyle of fake machismo excess and an 'i don't give a fuck, get out of my way' fake preening attitude that frankly shouldn't fly in the year 2011.

It was just way too much for me and i'm happy i didn't take someone or something out while i was experiencing being' Ram Tough.'

This truck was just a toy, an accesory. Terri's dad has a massive truck with dual tires in back. Why? because he has horses and a farm. it doesn't have chrome bumpers or six cup holders.

Anyway, i have my 2001 Subaru Legacy back and feel a lot better at getting 28 miles to the gallon instead of 17.

I don't like big trucks. If you didn't already understands where i was coming from.

Other notes:

This is the first blog i wrote on the new laptop Terri bought for a really great price. It's a re-certified Toshiba L675 Satellite and it's 4gigs of sweet love.

The site we went to is: newegg.com

And we're taking care of our friend's dog Jasper for the week while they are on holiday.

By the way, my mechanic, Mark, is the best i've ever gone to. He is great all the way around and really fair in his work and prices: http://www.advancedtechauto.net/

Just thought i'd let you know.

'You are not what you own.'-Fugazi

Title quote from a bumper sticker on a giant truck we parked behind at the Hadley Flea Market.

Photo from the googles.

Obligatory 'I've not written in a while' post.

Major, major updates from the 10 Clark.

We have been feverishly working to get the home together for our new arrival. Terri is looking more and more pregnant every day and I have been taking on more and more responsibility as the result.

We have been feverishly preparing the baby's room that used to be the computer/music room. i am typing this blog on a temporary table, which is the dog's crate.

I'm glad to get some momentum and ultimately some routine going, because i'm going to need to be 'on point' from when the baby comes until at least 2028.

Looking at that date is like looking back in time to 1992. It looks out of place and way far away.

So, that's the good news.

Here's the bad news:

We were getting ready for our seven hour marathon birthing class early on Saturday morning when I noticed that I had a message. I dried my hair off and received a call from my dad that was very urgent and serious.

I called him back and found out that a day earlier my aunt Joan had been killed in a car accident in Florida. She died instantly.

Now, this news was really hard to take, as we Fowlers last forever. Something like this doesn't happen to us.
I guess that's why they call it an accident.
Aunt Joan was really nice and had a great laugh and a sunny disposition.

She seemed to move around a lot, which only added to her mystery.

She was the second born of six kids and my Grandma Rose's first daughter.

She was getting ready to retire and enjoy her days in Florida.

I managed to pull through the birthing class with very little emotion and held back pretty well.

Memories started flooding in of Christmases at my uncles house, Aunt Joan laughing about something, seeing my entire family together for my grandma's seventieth birthday.

I called my dad back when I came home, got off the phone and started crying. I felt so bad for my father and felt so bad for my grandmother that it overwhelmed my emotions.

I will always remember her laugh and am thankful that she didn't have to suffer.

Fear and loathing at the baby registry.

Hey, what the hell is that thing? It's an analog to USB converter, duh.

I have had an analog four track since a co worker sold it to me when he declared bankruptcy back in 2000.

I have hours and hours of music rotting on 1/4 inch tapes. I would like to join the digital age...on my terms.

I was actually looking for an cheap, easy to use digital four track. I loathe to do this because creating music digitally seems like trying to get any emotion from a Vulcan.

But, everyone is doing it.

I was able to get a sweet 'bonus digital music production, editing and podcasting software suite' for the grand total of $40 for the unit and software.

Not bad for the kid, eh?

I was happier at the fact that what paid for this marvel of technology was the disability check I received for my dish washing wound, for $55.

I am also very happy to report that I can convert my' rare' LP's to digital for my ipod usage.

Last Friday was a good day.

Ok.

Now you are wondering what the heck this has to do with a baby registry. If you don't know what it is, it's not a place where you register your baby, like the DMV. It is where you register for things FOR your baby for a baby shower.

It's going to be an exciting day for Terri, our moms and Elsie.

My god, I need to get into the baby marketing racket, because there was so much...STUFF!

Here are some highlights from our three hour adventure:

I didn't know a baby could claw it's eyes out from it's wee nails, but now we might be getting mittens and safety clippers.

I was given the awesome responsibility of holding the scanner and scan/delete things.

Some strollers need an advanced mechanical engineering degree to fold up and unfold.

Electric breast pumps scare me.

Unbeknownst to me, Terri's nesting instinct had planned for literally NOTHING that I thought was cool, but I scanned a few things when she went to the bathroom.

We are painting the baby's room lavender. I was informed many times that lavender is NOT purple.

I have to move my giant Hunter S. Thompson placard out of the baby's room.

You cannot survive on an Odwalla bar and a blackberry IZZE soda for too long when confronted by the sheer logistical magnitude of registering for a baby.

I swear some of the play sets for babies, were designed by Nazis.

Or at least priced by them.

Every baby in ads is perfect, and has a perfect life.

I HAVE VERY GENEROUS AND GIVING FRIENDS (HINT HINT) HA!

Listen; I just want my daughter to be happy. I understand the need for these things and I completely understand and think it's cool that you can register and hope for the best but it kind of took the magic of having little Elsie away a bit. I might be a bit old fashioned, but to me less is more. I don't want to load her down with a lot of stuff she is going to grow out of in a blink of an eyes. I'd rather be sitting with her reading or listening to music. I'm sure she'd like groups like: Behemoth, Deicide, Satyricon, Morbid Angel, powerblessings and Cannibal Corpse!

But you know I am just kidding.

I actually found a cool collection of folk children's songs that was made by the Smithsonian. It only cost me $1.50 and it's really good. Or the other Cd I bought was of some Brazilian lounge music. Again, $1.50. Perfect for a baby.

Anyway, my whole world of music has opened up wide and it just gives me one more thing to look forward to besides having a baby.

As I sit here sipping on some sweet tea, watching the words come slowly but surely, I feel that I am in the right place and this is the right time.

O.k.

photo: product photo from online sale site.

Updates from the offices @ 10 Clark.

Hello, to the left we have a nice picture of our front door in December. You can see an stuffed elephant and a stuffed rabbit sitting on the door mat. They are Bunny and Scrunchy, respectively. They are the stuffed animals that Terri and i carried around in our youth. Terri owns Bunny and I have had Scrunchy since i think i was four or five.

This picture was part of a photo book i crafted for Terri for Christmas. It shows Bunny and Scrunchy doing the things that Terri and i participated in when we bought the house. It was a tribute to the both of us.

Having kept my stuffed animal over the years may seem like a weird thing to do, especially since i am thirty-seven and am writing about it. I keep Scrunchy to remind my self of being young and of the power of imagination in reference to the adventures Scrunchy and i shared in when we were both a lot younger.

I find that it is important to hold on to these ideals-not to necessarily act upon them-to keep me young inside. I asked my dad once what it felt like to be an adult. His reply is one that i carry with me still and would like to share: 'Adult? I've felt like i was eighteen since i passed that age.' I know he meant that he has had the same curiosity and motivation since that age and believe me it has helped me get through some tough times with my head held high.

O.K. Now on to business:

Twelve stitches: I was washing a glass one fine Sunday evening three weeks ago. The glass cracked and my puma like reflexes couldn't save me from getting a nice gash on my upper right hand index finger. It was Eleven O'clock at night. We were in the emergency room until Three in the morning. I received twelve total stitches and couldn't use my right hand for at least ten days.

I was off from work. Watching movies and becoming a lefty. It totally sucked and i'm out a bit of pay from work. What did i learn? That you never know what may happen, so you should be careful.

Elsie Maureen: Two Fridays ago Terri said that Elsie kicked an moved a bit. It was later confirmed that night by my hand that indeed she is moving around in the womb. I will be talking to Terri's belly soon enough. We have an MRI scheduled, so there will be some pictures up on the Flickrs for you to peruse.

Work: After a full week off, the candle is full steam ahead and I will be working multiple Saturdays as well as late into the night so you can have a candle. I'm not complaining because the money is good and so are the people I work with.

If i can get past the monotony and the simpletons that may come my way at a warehouse, it boils down to a challenging and rewarding time.

Social life?: Other than having a few people over for Memorial Day, it's been pretty quiet. Last Saturday I worked until six p.m. and hoofed it over to The Flywheel to see some bands. I was reminded of the power of music and laughter yet again. The Flywheel is a great venue. The room itself is really nice. All the bands i was able to see were really cool too. My friend Jon cited that when we were getting into punk back in 1988, a lot of the kids at the show weren't even born yet. They carried the torch pretty well though. I just stood back and took it all in.

I would like very much to go to lunch with people again. it happened early this year and we had a great time. I'm usually (until September, of course) free between eleven a.m. and one p.m.

I'm almost done. The dryer is drying my undies and i'm steeping some nice tea for iced tea.

Maybe getting up earlier than usual was a good thing.

I really missed writing.

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