Its been awhile since I’ve really got a chance to talk to any friends. Its been longer since I’ve blogged about anything. Maybe I’ll kill two birds with one stone(such a morbid saying, eh?). I wrote this little piece for a page of photos I made for the family, thats why I refer to myself in third person or maybe I’m developing a split personality?? Who knows? Well I know if your developing one! What? Who said that?
Since last update a little bit of this happened:

And it also seems a bit of this happened for my loving and deserving wife:

Trish was induced Monday morning around 9am(4-23-07) when the pitocin was administered and things progressed slow but sure. Things still advanced slow and started getting more uncomfortable, especially for Joe. ^_^ She eventually made 4cm around 3-4pm and the epidural was given around 430pm or so. Joe was quite proud of her for going as long as she did without it. Well, about 5pm or so the doctor(Joel Gordon) came in and took a look around. Things started looking bleak at that point as still unborn Spencer’s heart was jumping around and going a bit to low for everyones liking. Dr Gordon made a call and it was decided for an emergency c-section. A doctor, Nilean(sp?) Milian, came in and Trish tried pushing and the heart rate continued to drop. A c-section was decided on and since everyone else(~6 others) on the floor were having one Trish got the honor of being brought to the 2nd floor, from the 5th. After a fairly unorganized arrival in the OR things were confusing for about an hour, which seemed like 4. Things were proceeding with the c-section when doctor Milan decided to check once again before “the cut.” It appeared things changed on the elevator down and Spencer was doing one final “freak out” on old mom’n'pop. They gave Trish the chance to push again, with an epideral in affect, and things were looking better. So when things got decided to go back to the original plan and some small confusion and about 20 minutes or so of pushing(about 3-4 contractions worth) little Spencer Owen was given to this world at 8:21pm. Thats the scariest part though because he wasn’t making a sound and was whisked away because he wasn’t breathing. The cord was wrapped around his neck. He didn’t breath for about 5-10 minutes but after some blessed hands worked their magic a cry was heard and things looked better. Everything got calmed down and things were looking good. It turned out Trish was the story of the floor for what she went through. One nurse said its very rare someone gets “the call” and its not done and we’re both extremely happy it didn’t go the way they wanted it to. On a side note Trish is doing well and healing fine, just trying to master the art of breastfeeding.
His Stats
Length: ~20 inches(although Joe thought he read 20.5 on a paper)
Weight: 8lbs .09oz
ETA: 8:21pm – April, 23rd, 2007 – Taurus(dang.. was gunning for Aries, ala Friday the 13th or 4-20-07)
Eyes: Baby Blues
A nice amount of blonde hair
One pair: Healthy Lungs
10 fingers / 10 toes
2 arms / 2 legs / 1 head / 1 tail(just kidding, or am I?)
We think 2 dimples, 1 for sure
5th Floor award for “Cutest Diaper Bag” … *cough*
Meet Mr Spencer Owen
















On an ending note we both think he looks more like me and has a few features of mom. I also think hes got more the bad ass personality of mine. I guess time will tell.
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Further News
Its been tiring, mentally and physical for awhile now. Theres so much I want to do but can’t seem to find the time or energy and when I get the time I don’t have the enry and vice versa, it sucks. I’m walking down a dead end path career wise as I’m absolutely not in a field I want to be but the skills I have are not employ-able as I have no official training, god forbid we learn stuff on our own. I’ve been wanting to develop my own comic type series for a long while and have done that. I have episode two lined up but need to fill out with word baloons and I have it plotted out but not sure I’ve wrote myself into a corner but I may have developed a way out.
I’ve developed my website, which I’m partially proud of but bugs me because its still lacking some finishing touches and I can’t implement the comic the way I want. I’m thinking of going back to school for web development. I’d go for animation and graphics but theres no employers here for animation and not sure how I feel about straight graphic design as I’m artistic but in an abstract sense.
Being a dad is kinda great. Its a weird feeling I’ve never really had before. I’ve never been one of those guys to hold other peoples babies before but when its your own its just different. I thought the crying would drive me nuts but it doesn’t. The worst part(so far) is the grueling routine of feedings every 2-3 hours and diapers. In a way he reminds me a lot of me. I think he looks more like me then Trish. I think hes got more of my personality, which I hope is true. Its strange having that feeling you would protect something with every being in your soul. In a way Spencer has given my life meaning, not new meaning, just meaning. I was thinking the other day that I’m not ready to be called dad because my dad is dad, but I am a dad now. Worst part is my life is not quite on track unless I want to work shit jobs for crap pay for the rest of my life.
I’d like to apologize to everyone I haven’t been talking to much lately. I’ve kind of secluded myself into my own rural corner of the county. I don’t want to lose touch with any of my friends I’ve made over the last year or so but feel like I am. We don’t talk as much as we did and I know that is as much my fault as theirs but it makes me wonder if I’m a good friend because I’ve based my friendships on that fact in the past. I’ve gotten into trouble for the people I’ve hung out with before and I’ve gone out of my way for my old friends(from like 3-4 years ago). It got to a point in my life where I did more contacting them then they me and I began to feel that wasn’t right. That feeling makes me secede further from them to “test” my theory. It then gets to a point we haven’t talked in months and after that lifes just part ways. Its happened I don’t know how many times in my life. I guess maybe this is why I’m considered avoidant.
I don’t want to lose touch with anyone because I like the people I’ve been meeting. In some ways they are inspirations to me and most are quite interesting folk. So I guess where I’m going is just that I apologize for my half of losing touch if, in fact we do.
I guess the bigger place I’m going with this is I’ve had the recurring thought again about ditching myspace. I’m not sure I have the time for this place anymore. Like right now, while I have the free time I should be putting some effort into my domain but I feel my friends are here and my time is limited, especially now days. To me myspace has kind of turned into just another email address and a place to keep up with the 2 blogs that are posted a week but I find myself coming back for not much, just to get a message a month, an interesting bulletin once and again and a blog.
I’ve never gotten into the whole blogging thing I guess. Personally I’d rather have just a small community site of friends that can write back and forth with their thoughts and what really matters in their lives. I’m more a fan of conversation instead of just putting something out there and maybe get a response that people very rarely respond to. Like this blog, I’d rather be talking about this where someone could put input in and have an open discourse but I have to write this big long thing to get it all out…
So I don’t know if I’m ditching myspace or not. I’m also thinking of changing my email addy because I now hate hotmail. I might buy a new domain just for a cool email address. If anyone has any ideas for cool domain names, shoot me a line so I can jot it on my list to look up.
Also, if you want to at least try to stay in touch, shoot me a message(as in not a comment) and I’ll send you my new email which I hope to be getting sometime soon. Even if you care to tell me something I don’t already know about you and I’ll return in favor. I find every life has its own interesting tale to tell, whats yours?