I think we’re finally getting on track to prepare for the baby. We sleep in the guest bedroom because it’s got a bigger bathroom. This weekend we cleaned out the master bedroom and the office, and should be on schedule to paint the master this weekend, and move in the following weekend. I’m having trouble deciding on a paint color, either going with stark white like our bedroom now, or some sort of muted slate, blue, or gray shade.

Eilene has a big baby belly now, and has all the back pains and foot swelling that goes along with being 7 1/2 months pregnant. We dropped some money on a percussion massager to loosen up her back, and we’ve gone through tubes and tubes of sports icy/hot type cream. Save the jokes, Stubblefield, there’s nothing remotely sexual about it.

Saturday night Eilene and I went to see Joel McHale from The Soup on E Network.

I had no preconceived notions as to the nature of the performance, since I had no idea he did stand-up prior to the announcement of the show, or if it was even going to be stand-up at all. I was pleasantly surprised, his performance was part stand-up and part storytelling. A lot of material referenced his family and various odd things his children have done, some material was behind-the-scenes stories about celebrities he’s dealt with, who he’s received legal threats from and the like.

He pulled it off first because he kept his same semi-awkward joke backpedaling demeanor he uses on The Soup, and second because he would randomly do and say weird shit with no lead-in. The first thing he did when he came out on stage was to walk straight up to the edge, grab the microphone, and bellow, “Let’s put all minorities into CAMPS.”

I confess I’m having trouble calling it “The Soup”, since I’ve been a fan since it was “Talk Soup” hosted by Greg Kinnear.

Just to touch on something less serious than my recent car accident, I was able to sell the 240SX. In a move of poetic justice, it went to one of the two guys who did the original motor swap with me.

We spent a few days getting it up and running, since I had already started the part out and sold the clutch master cylinder, the driveshaft, and tranny mounts.

I’m glad that I will have the money and be able to pay off some debt and move on, and am also glad that I didn’t have to go through the insane work of parting out a whole car while we are preparing to have a child. But I will confess that there’s a large part of me that’s sad to see it go, and wondered what sort of track time it could have seen if I had been in a different point in my life financially.