Out all night and day

the baby is officially demanding. She just straight busts into a full blown, I know you hear me, cry when she is hungry, no cute build up, nothing, just the baby equivalent of a fat guy angry about 9 in stead of 10 nuggets in his McDonalds combo meal. But its cool. She is not interested in sleeping in her bassinet at all. Its our bed or the highway, which of course is no place for an infant baby to be sleeping.

Sarah and Penelope went to a baby shower for Faustine, her sister in law, and Sarahs sister Amys baby got jealous of Penelope when Amy picked her up. Then I heard the baby tried to make out with another baby, and that her parents didn't really love each other...wait that was a new episode of 90210....Penelope had alot of attention at the shower, it was her first public outing. She wore some fancy yellow dress. We have no documented evidence of this dress.

I am currently in the process of recording 6 songs for my band. We had a show last Friday, which went well, it was at a really cool art venue. We do vocals today and I think get the recordings in a week. So. Links, then PICTURES!!!!!!

Art One Gallery

A good dude



Rynns B-day cake and new nickname

Its a Dull life

So....I am incredible uninspired, I don't even want to finish this sentence. Here are some more photos, ending with a legacy of Mustache I must maintain.

1000 words

Blah blah blah, a pictures worth 1k words which in this economy is nothing.
So, by popular demand (or at least by the mehrdads)...
We present Photos of Penelope Amelia Francis Rial.

Mac in action

The dust has settled a little bit, and me and the wife have made an important decision. We are going to keep the baby, yuk yuk yuk. But in all sincerity, I don't really think babies are cute/interesting/fun/exciting, but I will make an exception with my little Penelope. I have thought babies were cute and fun in the past, for about 45 minutes, but this one keeps my attention for 22 hours, so at least she has that going for her. I am sure every parent feels glee and joy over the new baby's, I just didn't think I would. Well actually, I didn't think about it at all, I was mostly scared, but enough about that sappy stuff, on to the docket.

A. new Computer
B. St. Paddys Day
C. Me being pointlessly upset about stupid things.

So, my good friend Nick has been the biggest help, well maybe the 2nd next to Sarah's mom, during our 40 days in the Desert period (bible reference # 4 for those keeping track, I'm multi faceted fools) with his stand up and gracious coming to bat with the help on the electronics front. (dude, i am truly sorry we missed you, that day ended up being a huge quagmire, I was totally looking forward to you met ting P) Nick let us use his lap top and then his extra tower, and it was such a huge help and a very bromantic thing to do. That being said, I will now bash your gifts. Not that they sucked, I am defiantly better at Flash and Freehand, and I am positive I hate Fruity loops, but the damn computer did not recognize any of the two cameras I tried plugging into, I downloaded 36000 drivers that still didn't allow me to attach a picture in an email, and it actually wouldn't load Gmail. Add that to our lack of cable, and me and the wife decided enough is enough. So we present to you "veinticuatro" our new Imac. We will soon be flooding all of you with pictures, videos, Ichats, and all sorts of 22nd century tech. And we will be watching the shit out of Hulu.

next up...St. Patricks day. A co-worker whom I hate, was talking up St. Patrick's day drinking and green wearing, he then turns to me and says "hey, bro, your Irish, lets turn this place out" to which I responded, I am wearing black for the rest of the week (bad call, it is suppose to be in the 90's this week) and I will not accept you as an Irish men. Now, the rest of this applies not only to him, but my whole beef with St. Patrick's day. If you are from here unless you were born on the green isle, you are in fact an American. I don't care if your dad/great something/ Dog is an Irish breed, you are not Irish. Just because your parents gave you an Irish middle name and corn beef one day a year does not make you from a traditional Irish family. You know the difference between your favorite "Irish" pub and a chillis? the pointless crap dealer they buy their furnishings from.

Ok, so you want to celebrate your heritage, what about St. Patrick's Day celebrates Ireland? Do revelers go out and pray for their souls to be saved? Ir land is a deeply Catholic country that kills over religion. Do people donate money to impoverish west Ireland community's that actually don't even speak English? Ireland has some serious class gaps that have marginalized a whole generation of people. You know those "cool" gypsies that Brad Pitt handsomely romanticised in the movie Snatch, that shit is real, not cool, not romantic. None of this is done. People drink green beer and want to people to kiss them. Its mildly offensive. Its like if we made Kunta Kinta day, exploited sickle cell anemia and ran around in spears. And people who were defiantly not black participated in this. St. Pa tricks day is dumb, I really don't care about it, its just the dude at work set em off. Oh and by the way, Macky is a Scottish name you 32 year old entry level warehouse employee who lives with 3 room mates and drives a green Dodge Caravan.

Now...me being pointlessly upset has started some where in the middle of the first sentence in the above paragraph, but let me expand. People want to claim to be Irish or New Yorker or Native American to full fill there own inadequates. They want a crux or an excuse to blame there own pitfalls. Same with family. So lets say your grandpa was from Ireland. So what, what does that have to do with you, a person generations removed and born in the USA. I like family, and apprecite all the aspects that come with a family, but they are not really THAT important. People like to trace their heritage...."my great aunt was a queen, my 34th cousin was a president". That only really matters for there own selfish excuses. people want some kind of moral boost knowing that while they may be a total loser working at a Circle K, some one down the gene pool actually did something REAL, thus assuring them that they are not in fact genetically retarded. it comforts people to know that some one some where with similar blood did something that didn't involve a microwave. I hold myself accountable for what my life becomes, my dad was a hard working engineer, i am a lazy part time student/laborer. I am proud of my dad and respect him, but I am not him, and I didn't get his "hard working" genes. Don't take this the wrong way, l love family, and family is great, but when people start to associate themselves with what family really is, people who are forced to know you, sometimes like you, and then after this sinks in people start treating their neighbors like family, then Mazda/Jesus/lemmy all grace us with their presence and we know we are all their children, then things like heritage and family become obsolete. I am from the Desert, my child has sand in her veins also. But I am alsoMexican, I am native, I am a vegetarian, I am a hunter, I am a Canadian, I am everything, we are everything, not Irish, not Americans, not men, not women. Humans. So act accordingly.

Any way, enough with the liberal hippy tangent. Picture Sometime this week, I promise.

The Never Ending Story 3

This one does n't have a flying dog or talking mountains. Nope, none of the fun fantasy and sword and sorcery, it is a tale of how my wife has left em and taken up residence in the the greater Phoenix area medical system. Some may say Sarah and my 5 day baby have to stay ANOTHER 24 hours in a hospital because she had a slight heart rate decrease when she went to sleep. And some may say the Dr's are being safe then sorry, but I think my wife has come to enjoy the finer things in life. Stiff fold out beds, constant beeping rivaled only by a casino floor, cardboard tasting food. I belief Sarah has become addicted to these things.

Short story short. Still no pics because of Rick and still no family at home til tomorrow. And maybe longer. For what the Dr's say is a healthy baby, this is sure getting old.

Til the next episode.

Oh Crap! Theres a Horse in the Hospital.

120 hours. 5 days and some change. That is the amount of time Sarah, and I suppose by Proxy my baby, have spent in the hospital this week. Young Penelope, a mere 14 hours out of the hospital, had yet to pee or poo, so this raised some concern with the Mrs. and I. So we called the Dr who suggested we take the kid to the emergency room at Phoenix Children's Hospital. We arrive, they poke and prob, draw blood, draw spinal fluid, draw conclusions, draw pictures, Win, loose, Or Draw, ETC. We are shuttled up to our SHARED room, and shown how to enclose our selves for some privacy and discover that a small hard couch and a 5 by 6 room with medical equipment is all we have to live in for the next 48 hours while cultures grow to so any possible infection with Penelope.

Let me rehash, that was rushed and hastily written after 5 hours sleep. The baby, once checked into the hospital, was running a slight fever, per protocol, they had to test for an infection and hold the child for 48 hours. As of this writing, Sarah and Penelope are waiting out the final hours. The Dr's said she was slightly dehydrated, which is normal and the fever went down and she is passing stool, so everything is fine, we just have to wait for the cultures to come back negative before they can be released. It has been incredible hectic, hospitals are our new homes it feels like. So the room. We are in the smallest, window less section of a shared room, and the couple and baby in the other room are annoying. They are early 20's and there baby has some sickness that i hope and pray (if I believed in magic) my baby doesn't contract whatever J. Martinez has. But these parents, have successfully drank 90 gallons of coke, apparently have stock in Doritos because they plow thru those things like they are the life sustaining mana of the Exodus, and they watch the Disney channel. Now, Sarah is a fine of the Disney channel, but in the privacy of here own home, ne'er in public. I totally felt old when the dad walked passed our quarantined tent and saw I was watching MASH and a basketball game, and by old I mean I felt like he was an immature miscreant.

So, Sarah, has to spend here waking hours, which is every hour listening to the Martinez giggle and tickle each other, their baby cry while they page a nurse (tend to your child) the Disney channel and very heated games of Go Fish along with the wonderfull opera of beeping and alarms. I am positive being lite on fire has crossed her mind every 3-7 minutes.

So...no pics yet as we actually ha vent been home and Rick never gave me the right cable (failing so far as an uncle buddy.) I spent my birthday in hospital (my next Saturday birthday will be my 33rd, not cool, I will pro bally be into World of War craft or the 2015 equivalent by then and not party like its 2009) and me Sarah and the baby have yet to settle into actually having a baby at home.

Whatever.

Roll me over and let me go Running free with the buffalo

YO!
Its my birthday today, and I am more depressed then ever that I do not have the stuff I have credit card debt for. Mainly my Imac and my Canon G9...so with that prefaced, pictures of my child, born Wednesday, will be uploaded later as I scour the earth for cables and programs and spend 2-9 hours at Data Doctors. (not really, but I might as well. What is so hard about plugging 98% of all digi cameras into a USP port and having them open in a program that is easy to use and a factory default? Seriously, what is so hard about that? I am looking at you Microsoft and Kodak. Easyshare z730 my ass.)

But yes, the whole point of me randomly typing keys and then using spell check to make sentences has finally come to fruition, I am now a father (roll of eyes) and Sarah is now a mother (said with alot more sense of security).

Penelope Amelia Francis Rial was born at 7:57 pm on March 4th 2009. She was 7.13 lbs, 19 inchs and rocking a Thin Lizzy shirt. It was the Jailbreak album cover shirt, so this leads me to believe I need to ween her off shopping at hot topic. Whats that? Stop talking about nonsense and half truths and quit beating around the bush? Tell you about the birth and the whole experience? Well fine.

So Sarah was in Labor for 45 years and a couple days, break that down into western time (I am now a part time Zoroaster and a full time Flat Earth Society, so you will have to excuse my rejecting the western calenders and science.) she was in labor for 36 hours. If you are a disciple of the Siefu Rza, you will notice the numeric connection to the number 36...if you are not I will spare you details, just go out and buy that Wu double disc, that's all the education you need. So...17 hours of that was all potossined up and sans pain killers. For those of you who don't know about potossin, it is this magical drug that rips open your cervix ala the alien ripping thru Bishop in Alien (the movie, 2nd reference for those long time readers.) So, Sarah resembled the possessed girl in the exorcist for 17 hours before she broke and asked for the Epidural. We wanted to do a natural birth, but the amount of pain she was going thru should only be experienced by "enemy" combatants (il)legally held at Guantanamo Bay.

After Sarah received the juice, she did a total 180, literally, she turned 180 degrees so the Dr. could administer the spine needle. then she was talkative and able to sleep. With in ten hours she went from a 2cm opening to a personal pan pizza sized 10 cm. Then it was baby time. The actual birth was casual and quick, me and the nurses arm wrestled in between contractions, the Doctor took phone calls, I checked in on a basketball game. I also cut the chord. I didn't cut it all the way and it squirt Stem Cell enriched blood all over Sarah's face, I was attempting to heal acne scars. The babe was born, cried, the disgusting other thing that follows the baby came out and everyone agreed that it was best left in its nasty pool of liquid and thrown out to the dogs. We where held roughly 48 hours after the birth, because Sarah's water had broke like 23 hours before the baby was born, so we had to check for infections. then we were released.

Now, what did I learn out of all this wonderful and life changing events? Hospitals are instrument of the parking garage industry. The sole purpose of hospitals are to serve the parking infrastructure industry's will. I spent $28 on parking over the 4 days at the hospital. And that is with validation from the hospital. I think I made a list of the worlds biggest rackets once, well I am adding parking at hospitals to that one. Jeez.

So, the next post, which will have pictures, will also cover topics like: the baby born in the same week as me and Sarah's birthday! My mom not liking the baby's name because its a Greek name, me and Sarah giving the baby a long pretentious name in a shout out to Mexican American immigrants, and how to stop your cravings for macadamia nuts, 34 simple steps.

See you guys in the funny pages.