The more things change, the more they remain the same.

I really miss Omaha. Yesterday after work I decided to drive to Omaha with a friend. When we were coming in on 680 I almost felt sick. It really hurt. A lot of what I know now about life and myself I learned there. Omaha was a town of firsts for me. My first apartment, first true love, first(and only) near death experience, first real job but more importantly it was the first chance to have a second chance. I moved to Omaha in 2001 with who was at the time my girlfriend to go to art college. I had no idea what I was doing, just going along with the flow. My hometown that I grew up in was small, and everyone knew everyone. The beauty to me of Omaha was that I was absolutely no one to everyone, and that felt great. After I kicked the psycho ex to the curb and along came my Summer things started to make sense. We had a little family. A close group who did everything together. I think we wanted that, and the fact that we watched the movie BLOW about a million times didn't help. That is...

Today was the 20 week sonogram, and upon inspection we didn't see any luggage down there. The gal giving the sonogram said she would say it is a girl, but she wasn't 100% sure. I honestly don't care either way, as long as it is healthy. Here are a few pictures to look at, I have a video of the sonogram too, but it's on a DVD and I haven't had time to convert it to MPEG. Happy 4-20! It's back to work for me.

This morning I had to do the one thing I know every parent has to hate. I had to take my boy in for his 15 mo. shots, six of them. Behind my huge muscles and extremely rough exterior (get the sarcasm?) there is a very gentle, loving and caring person. Ok I am a mammas boy. Anyways I couldn't tell who those shots hurt worse... Jordan or me. With every poke and prick he felt, I felt it too. And when they finished he looked at me as if he was going to say, "You, you are the one that did this to me!" Shortly there after he let me hold him tight, but not too tight. Those little chicken legs of his are pretty sore! The funniest part about this whole shot ordeal is how convenient it is that my better half can never seem to get work off for these doctor appointments. That's ok, Summer 1, Chase 0. Game on.