Preparing for Jonas

For those of you who don't know yet, the wife and I are expecting our firstborn sometime around January 19. And as you can tell by the name, it's a boy. So fortunately for the world the Ellis name is safe for another generation. Imagine if it were to end with me. Think of the emptiness the world would feel without an Ellis from my lineage running things. "Tis would be sad days indeed. Anyway, so maybe if I feel like it I'll post my random thoughts (and I do mean random) on this little site here from time to time. You have to promise not to hold me accountable to them, as sometimes they tend to be far flung and completely inundated with the miscellaneous crap that runs through my head like an out of control freight train; one of the big, heavy, long freight trains that you get stuck at a crossing by for like 15 minutes while it runs past at 60 mph causing you to experience motion sickness even though you aren't prone to motion sickness. Promise?? Ok, guess I'll have to take your word for it.

So for the first time in my adult life, there is a crib in my house. I mean come on, what the hell is that all about? I realized this after driving for an hour to another town still considered Metro Atlanta that seemed like it was on the other side of the planet. I know, there are some of you who live on the other side of the planet and I have no idea what I'm talking about....but have YOU ever driven from one ATL town to another? That's what I thought!!! For those of you who don't know, I live in the northwest Metro Atlanta area, in a smallish suburb called Dallas. It is in a county directly west of the infamous Cobb county, where the flowers are real and the people are plastic (Colee, sometime around 1997), (no offense to those of you residing in Cobb, you guys ROCK!!). Anyway, from my place to the people's place where we bought the crib it is like 60 miles, IN THE SAME CITY. So I'm driving down GA 400 in my Grand Caravan (yes the notorious red van that wreaked so much havoc in St. Pete one nite in late May). Now, the wife and I have had a van for about five years. The first one met an untimely death at the hands of a 1990 Volvo (another story). This current one we bought in July of 2004, shortly after we bought our house. We have two labs, and we make frequent trips of 8-17 hours duration, depending on which family member we are visiting. I married a Yank so the in laws all live far away, some even in other countries. So the van is great for trips. That explains the van. Where was I?

Isn't ADD great? So driving home I realize that I am installing baby furniture in my house. As yesterday wound down, and I am dosing off to switching between AUvLSU and FSUvWake, I come to the realization that I am horribly unprepared for the events shaping up in my future. So that's where I intend to take this thing, chronicling my probably ill fated attempts to prepare for the most life changing event I'll ever experience. It proves to be an entertaining adventure, more so for you people, as it is probably going to drive me to the frayed ends of sanity. Hey, that's a Metallica song. By the way, the new Metallica album rocks HARD. The boys are back and they are PISSED. Get it today. I don't work for them, just like their music. Alright people, that's enough for now. You are free to go about your business. Take care.