Suprises Like Lying?

As I sit here, part of me just wants the weekend to come and Go...

The Baby Shower will be over and at least until closer to Kay's B-day or Christmas, there will be no more surprises i have to keep from her. 1. I am terrible at it, I almost blow the surprise all the time, just wanting to tell her cuz i am so excited and 2. I feel like i am keeping something from my wife, something I do not like to do at all... Open and Honest is our relationship, and I feel surprises are almost like lying, cuz at times I even have to do that to save the surprise.
I know its not like flat out lying, but at the same time, she asks me a question that I have to skirt the issue or flat out lie to her, I cannot help but feel bad.

I love my wife, and I want the surprises to be special and make the shower all the more special, but i cant help but feel guilty for not telling the whole truth...

Am I stupid for feeling this way?

Returning

I may only write this for myself, it may never get read, but I have decided to use this blog as a way to put my feelings down on virtual paper, if you will, and chronicle my life in the last trimester and into the birth of my daughter. Balancing my new family, my extended family, my job, my church, and the ministries God has placed me in.
So if you are interested at all in me, or to see what happens on this journey join me....

HERE WE GO...

We are officially in the third trimester, however if you go off the second due date we were given we are a week into it...
I feel a rush of emotions, excitement leads the pack, as well as a feeling of anxiousness, or impatience i guess waiting for the day to arrive. I would be lying if i were to say there was no nerves, or fright as it comes. I have never been a dad, and although i have been around lots of kids and did a lot of baby sitting, newborns are a little out of my realm of comfortably.
We received good news yesterday, Bentlie Grace's kidneys are measuring a lot closer to normal, and the doc at St. Luke's says there may be no issue at all, we will return Nov 8, for a follow up, but prayers are being answered and the princess seems to be coming along just fine.

That's all for now, be Blessed
Gibby

Paper, Rock, Scissors

I understand how scissors can beat paper, and I get how a rock can beat scissors, but there's no freaking way paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around rock and leave it immobile? Why the crap can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody. A rock would tear that crap up in two seconds. When I play rock paper scissors from now on, I will always chose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh crap, I thought paper would protect you retard.


Thanks Kris

Why Blog??????

I have heard it said that a way to a mans heart is through his stomach, or that men think about only one thing SEX, SEX, SEX! Or even that men don't really think at all they just do...

Well to sum those, yesssss I LOVE FOOD (FAT KIDS EVERYWHERE UNITE!!!), as a guy sex and things of a sexual nature come to mind alot, and sometimes i am quick to act, and think later, i do have a mind, i do stimulate my mind with intellectual things, and sometimes i need an escape for those things. So here it is the real gibby, and out pouring of my mind, into my fingers, spilling out onto the keys of this computer. So sit back, grab a starbucks double sweet venti shaken iced green tea, and enjoy the out pouring of my mind and heart!!!!

Wednesday

Well....
I am ready to start my blogging life again... so here goes...

So far this week, i have worked, and done chores at my house and at the in-laws, i have finalized my trip to Denver, and have done lots of hardcore thinking and debating about all aspects of life...

I dont have much to say today..... I overslept, i worked, went to store, made dinner with my baybay, and have been just relaxin at home all night minus a short trip to DQ right before they closed....

All for now... early morning tomm..

Much Gibby Love

Welcome the TheRealGibby

You know even as i type this, i wonder if it will ever be read, if anyone will ever wander onto this page, or wander onto it more than once.

I look back onto the last year of my life, and man has it changed, two years, WOW, five years, and I don't even know what to say from there.

I have recently had some conversations, and recieved some emails, that said some things that led me to beleive that there are a lot of people that know Gibby, but they do not KNOW the real Gibby, Paul Wayne Gibson II, at all... So therefore i decided to blog. Sometimes it will be deep and intense and sometimes it will be a funny story, but it will be real, it will be me

Thanks for stopping by
-Gibs