Why, as Americans, are so many of our countrymen (and women) obsessed with the United Kingdom's royal family? Wasn't the whole point of the Revolutionary War to show our disdain toward England's monarchy? Sure, a couple hundred years has passed in that time but everything I am seeing in my Twitter feed is either news about the new royal baby or a joke about the royal baby.
George Alexander Louis, though, is both a solid and boring combination of names. It is unsurprising, though, that they royal family chose this name being that they don't actually have a last name as a family. That tidbit left me a bit bewildered but I also wondered if Americans have their own version of royalty.
I immediately assumed that the Kennedy family was our own version of royalty. They have the wealth. Have had the power. They have instant name recognition. Hell, I was friends with one after high school. (Alright, she had the last name Kennedy but had absolutely nothing to do with America's version of the royal family.)
What happens now, though, if Prince William and his wife, Kate Middleton, have a second, third or fourth child? How does that confuse the succession to the royal throne? What is Kate Middleton had given birth to twins? What is Kate had given birth to conjoined twins? Would there be some sort of time-share throne agreement? So many questions, so little time.
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Monday, September 28, 2009
Phlegm and energy drinks
It is unbelievable what interrupted sleep does to a guy. Granted, I wasn't awake for 90 minutes like my old lady was but even the 30 minutes in which I was awake and the 30 minutes early I had to wake up takes it toll.
It all started Saturday night. The baby was coughing alot. She even managed to turn it in to a game. With each cough, regardless of its intensity, she'd physically remove her pacifier and throw it. This was because it happened without her help one time that she coughed but I congratulated her on making a cough at least entertaining for herself. She eventually hacked up a puddle of phlegm. Thankfully we have hardwood floors in her bedroom.
But last night her coughing was a bit more consistent. Her tiny coughs shook her body. Her face turned red and she cried... alot. The only difference was that, before putting her to bed, she hadn't hacked up any phlegm. We took this as a good sign.
And it was a good sign until I was awakened at 3:55 AM by my old lady asking if I planned on doing anything. That is when she informed me that she had already been up for an hour and that the baby was sitting up in the corner of her crib crying and hacking. I slowly stumbled out of bed and picked up the little ball of rage and made my way down stairs to make her a bottle to at least soothe her somewhat.
Upon returning upstairs and her successfully hacking up a tiny pool of phlegm, I noticed something in her hair just above her ear. It was phlegm. Yes, the baby had managed, during her hacking, to launch some lung snot into her brown hair.
So, after all that, and her sleeping in our bed last night, here I am. Sleep deprived, unfocused and with a slight headache. I dread returning home after work because I know that my old lady will be crabby. And I know that plenty of other parents have much worse ordeals with their children but this is out of the ordinary. The baby is almost perfect. She always sleeps all night and is rarely a hand full. She's even rather drink from a galss like an adult.
But to get through the day, I have a 16 oz. can of Plasma Fusion Energy drink waiting in the refrigerator for me. It's from a company based just up the road (or down the road, or across town) in Eden Prairie, Minnesota. And it has real cane sugar in it. I'm thinking that it's worthy of its own review this week.
If I make it through the day, expect updated photographic goodness at MinnPics.
It all started Saturday night. The baby was coughing alot. She even managed to turn it in to a game. With each cough, regardless of its intensity, she'd physically remove her pacifier and throw it. This was because it happened without her help one time that she coughed but I congratulated her on making a cough at least entertaining for herself. She eventually hacked up a puddle of phlegm. Thankfully we have hardwood floors in her bedroom.
But last night her coughing was a bit more consistent. Her tiny coughs shook her body. Her face turned red and she cried... alot. The only difference was that, before putting her to bed, she hadn't hacked up any phlegm. We took this as a good sign.
And it was a good sign until I was awakened at 3:55 AM by my old lady asking if I planned on doing anything. That is when she informed me that she had already been up for an hour and that the baby was sitting up in the corner of her crib crying and hacking. I slowly stumbled out of bed and picked up the little ball of rage and made my way down stairs to make her a bottle to at least soothe her somewhat.
Upon returning upstairs and her successfully hacking up a tiny pool of phlegm, I noticed something in her hair just above her ear. It was phlegm. Yes, the baby had managed, during her hacking, to launch some lung snot into her brown hair.
So, after all that, and her sleeping in our bed last night, here I am. Sleep deprived, unfocused and with a slight headache. I dread returning home after work because I know that my old lady will be crabby. And I know that plenty of other parents have much worse ordeals with their children but this is out of the ordinary. The baby is almost perfect. She always sleeps all night and is rarely a hand full. She's even rather drink from a galss like an adult.
But to get through the day, I have a 16 oz. can of Plasma Fusion Energy drink waiting in the refrigerator for me. It's from a company based just up the road (or down the road, or across town) in Eden Prairie, Minnesota. And it has real cane sugar in it. I'm thinking that it's worthy of its own review this week.
If I make it through the day, expect updated photographic goodness at MinnPics.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
We've got a screamer
A lot happened during the past weekend. My sister-in-law stumbled down our back steps and broke a terra cotta pot as well as bruising her knee and foot. Two of my nephews got in a fight with one receiving the business end of a toy tractor in the head - yes, there was blood. I grilled many pounds of meat. I saw a lot of sauerkraut eaten. I finished the swing project in the back yard which resulted in a whole gaggle of happy kids.
And then there was the baby. I have a very happy girl. Well, whe wasn't exactly the picture of happy late Friday afternoon as we struggled to get out of the house by 7 PM to get to a birthday party. It was one of those epic meltdowns. We could't figure out what the hell was wrong. She screamed to the point of hyperventilating. We fed her which didn't accomplish anything because it really isn't feeding (drinking) if she won't take her bottle. We changed her diaper. We tried to get her to relax by rolling on the floor. We gave her a bath which she screamed all the way through. We then resorted to drugging the baby.
We tried baby Tylenol. We followed that with baby gas medicine. Then my old lady rubbed some Orajel on the baby's gums. Whatever the case, one of the thirty or so things we did calmed her down and we were on our way to Friday's obligations and the rest of the weekend.
Then came late Sunday. The baby grabbed my sister-in-law's fingers and stuffed them in her mouth. She said that she felt something. My reaction was "Yeah, she's slowly gumming you to death". But she went exploring. Pulling her lip down and pushing that tiny baby tongue back. And there they were. Two front bottom teeth just through the gums. That explains the screaming from Friday night but she's a total trooper. Two teeth at once and nothing more than a couple hours of screaming. Color me impressed.
Head over to MinnPics to see what a happy baby in a swing looks like. And other stuff from the weekend that was.
And then there was the baby. I have a very happy girl. Well, whe wasn't exactly the picture of happy late Friday afternoon as we struggled to get out of the house by 7 PM to get to a birthday party. It was one of those epic meltdowns. We could't figure out what the hell was wrong. She screamed to the point of hyperventilating. We fed her which didn't accomplish anything because it really isn't feeding (drinking) if she won't take her bottle. We changed her diaper. We tried to get her to relax by rolling on the floor. We gave her a bath which she screamed all the way through. We then resorted to drugging the baby.
We tried baby Tylenol. We followed that with baby gas medicine. Then my old lady rubbed some Orajel on the baby's gums. Whatever the case, one of the thirty or so things we did calmed her down and we were on our way to Friday's obligations and the rest of the weekend.
Then came late Sunday. The baby grabbed my sister-in-law's fingers and stuffed them in her mouth. She said that she felt something. My reaction was "Yeah, she's slowly gumming you to death". But she went exploring. Pulling her lip down and pushing that tiny baby tongue back. And there they were. Two front bottom teeth just through the gums. That explains the screaming from Friday night but she's a total trooper. Two teeth at once and nothing more than a couple hours of screaming. Color me impressed.
Head over to MinnPics to see what a happy baby in a swing looks like. And other stuff from the weekend that was.
Monday, April 20, 2009
How did you spend your weekend?
A couple tons of mulch. That's what my weekend boils down to in the simplest of terms.
It had been over two years since I sparsely mulched our yard's landscaping with brown wood mulch and frankly it was beginning to look like shit. I don't like my yard looking like shit and my old lady definitely doesn't like our yard looking like shit.
It's one of those never-ending battles. We have to set aside entire weekends to clean up what, on the outside, appears to be tiny messes but upon further inspection turn out to be epic disasters. Yesterday, which was a perfectly dreary and cool day, seemed well fit for that indoor maintenance. So we tore apart the contents of the office closet. We shredded half a decade's worth of old bank statements. We made room for the still-boxed high chair for The Youngling and filled our garbage cart.
I cleaned up themouse poo remnants of our early-spring rodent infestation (11 caught) and furter sealed tiny holes which seemed to be the source of the little bastards. And The Youngling cooperated. She slept when she needed to and was awake when she wanted to be.
Sure, I hate cleaning up messes as much as anybody else but I have to admit that having just a couple areas of our ramshackle villa tidied up feels like a huge accomplishment.
So, what did you do with your weekend?
If you're looking for more fun, check out the photos at MinnPics and see what you've been missing since its launch.
It had been over two years since I sparsely mulched our yard's landscaping with brown wood mulch and frankly it was beginning to look like shit. I don't like my yard looking like shit and my old lady definitely doesn't like our yard looking like shit.
It's one of those never-ending battles. We have to set aside entire weekends to clean up what, on the outside, appears to be tiny messes but upon further inspection turn out to be epic disasters. Yesterday, which was a perfectly dreary and cool day, seemed well fit for that indoor maintenance. So we tore apart the contents of the office closet. We shredded half a decade's worth of old bank statements. We made room for the still-boxed high chair for The Youngling and filled our garbage cart.
I cleaned up the
Sure, I hate cleaning up messes as much as anybody else but I have to admit that having just a couple areas of our ramshackle villa tidied up feels like a huge accomplishment.
So, what did you do with your weekend?
If you're looking for more fun, check out the photos at MinnPics and see what you've been missing since its launch.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Another baby update
As promised a few days back, new(ish) photos of The Youngling.
Face and feet. Of course she is currently losing hair (trying to keep up with dad) but I've been reassured that the hair will grow back as soon as the growth of her head slows some.
And while I've been busy, I haven't been too busy to update MinnPics whose archives grew massively today. Check out the wealth of fantastic new photos.
Face and feet. Of course she is currently losing hair (trying to keep up with dad) but I've been reassured that the hair will grow back as soon as the growth of her head slows some.
And while I've been busy, I haven't been too busy to update MinnPics whose archives grew massively today. Check out the wealth of fantastic new photos.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
The baby at 14.5 weeks
Outside of witnessing what can only be termed as a poop fountain on Monday evening, there isn't a whole lot to report on the growth, development and heppenings on the youngling. She hasn't done a repeat performance of the roll but hasn't begun sprouting teeth either.
She did, however, have a grand case of armpit funk which we discovered while wrangling her into the pajamas. That smell could best be described as being closest to either ball sweat or a rotting corpse.
My parents, aka grandma and grandpa sornie visited last weekend and grandma seems awful nervous about holding the youngling. Grandpa, on the other hand, will hold her for an hour at a time and made more weird faces and sounds at her than I've witnessed in my entire lifetime.
And yes I'll get some photos posted soon. Either here or at MinnPics which needs a break from winter photography.
She did, however, have a grand case of armpit funk which we discovered while wrangling her into the pajamas. That smell could best be described as being closest to either ball sweat or a rotting corpse.
My parents, aka grandma and grandpa sornie visited last weekend and grandma seems awful nervous about holding the youngling. Grandpa, on the other hand, will hold her for an hour at a time and made more weird faces and sounds at her than I've witnessed in my entire lifetime.
And yes I'll get some photos posted soon. Either here or at MinnPics which needs a break from winter photography.
Monday, February 23, 2009
It's time for a baby update
The baby is now 13 weeks old. She has discovered her hands, drools profusely and has decided that it's more fun to sit up than lay down.
On the laying front, she rolled last night. Yep, from her tummy to her back. She used all 13 weeks of bottled up rage to pulll this maneuver off.
On the laying front, she rolled last night. Yep, from her tummy to her back. She used all 13 weeks of bottled up rage to pulll this maneuver off.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Buy me a chef's hat
What's the most logical thing to do at 9 PM on a Thursday night when both you and your wife are crazy-hungry? Make brownies, of course.
That's jsut what I planned on doing as I tore through those cupboards that are too high up to reach from the floor. You know the ones. Hanging precariously from the ceiling above the refrigerator. Perfect for squirreling stuff away that you rarely need and often times forget even existed. I call those cupboards the baking cupboards. They're usually full of a random selection of cake mixes I snatch up with coupons and boxes of brownie mix I find on clearance at Target. This was a surefire thing. Brownies had to exist here.
Except that they didn't. The brownie mix had vanished. Likely mixes into actual brownies, baked, consumed, pooped out and flushed away. I would have to improvise.
That's when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the Betty Crocker Cooky Book stuffed beside the microwave. Surely I could find some sort of recipe that would tide us over in here.
Bam. Homemade brownies. Sure, my old lady has her own tried and true recipe for homemade brownies from her mom but I'm always up for trying something new. That is, after all, why we have a sex swing. So I dirtied up a corner of the kitchen melting margarine and chocolate chips and stirring the batter together.
35 minutes later, after some cooling time, we had brownies that were the perfect consistency, sweet and chocolatey. I'm still alive today which means that the eggs were fully cooked and free of salmonella and if I can stay awake through the day on the 5 1/2 hours of sleep I got I'll be having a couple more brownies later today.
Hooray for brownies. Now where's my damn chef hat?
If you like food but can't eat it all the time, check out MinnPics. There's photos fo delicious food, scenery, events, animals and more from all over Minnesota.
That's jsut what I planned on doing as I tore through those cupboards that are too high up to reach from the floor. You know the ones. Hanging precariously from the ceiling above the refrigerator. Perfect for squirreling stuff away that you rarely need and often times forget even existed. I call those cupboards the baking cupboards. They're usually full of a random selection of cake mixes I snatch up with coupons and boxes of brownie mix I find on clearance at Target. This was a surefire thing. Brownies had to exist here.
Except that they didn't. The brownie mix had vanished. Likely mixes into actual brownies, baked, consumed, pooped out and flushed away. I would have to improvise.
That's when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the Betty Crocker Cooky Book stuffed beside the microwave. Surely I could find some sort of recipe that would tide us over in here.
Bam. Homemade brownies. Sure, my old lady has her own tried and true recipe for homemade brownies from her mom but I'm always up for trying something new. That is, after all, why we have a sex swing. So I dirtied up a corner of the kitchen melting margarine and chocolate chips and stirring the batter together.
35 minutes later, after some cooling time, we had brownies that were the perfect consistency, sweet and chocolatey. I'm still alive today which means that the eggs were fully cooked and free of salmonella and if I can stay awake through the day on the 5 1/2 hours of sleep I got I'll be having a couple more brownies later today.
Hooray for brownies. Now where's my damn chef hat?
If you like food but can't eat it all the time, check out MinnPics. There's photos fo delicious food, scenery, events, animals and more from all over Minnesota.
Monday, February 02, 2009
Crazy octuplet mom to sell story for $2 million
One thng both sticking in my craw (ouch) and dominating the news as of late is that crazy bitch in California who gave birth to octuplets. It seemed like a touching story. At first. Then came the information about her already having six kids. Six plus eights equals fourteen; if you're counting.
Then the fact that this woman (Nadya Suleman) wanted to keep her identity secret. It seemed suspicious. But wait a couple days and some dumbass magazine is willing pony up $2 million for the exclusive rights to her story.
Well, I'll save you the hassle of dropping $3.50 for a copy of People and spoil the story. This divorced mother of six now living with her parents because of bankruptcy is also characterized as mentally unstable. Even her mother characterized her as "obsessed with children".
The real problem here is that modern medicine allower her to receive fertility treatments even though she had no present fertility problems. Did those treatments include a sperm donor or did this crazy woman find some random guy to sex her up old school style too in an effort to complete her bizarre plan?
I, for one, can't wait to support her little army of kids via my tax dollars because she is "obsessed with children". Someone needs to physically remove her uterus before she spawns any more kids to further satisfy her obsession.
On a kinder and more sane note, MinnPics is home to great photography and devoid of any obsessions, except bacon.
Then the fact that this woman (Nadya Suleman) wanted to keep her identity secret. It seemed suspicious. But wait a couple days and some dumbass magazine is willing pony up $2 million for the exclusive rights to her story.
Well, I'll save you the hassle of dropping $3.50 for a copy of People and spoil the story. This divorced mother of six now living with her parents because of bankruptcy is also characterized as mentally unstable. Even her mother characterized her as "obsessed with children".
The real problem here is that modern medicine allower her to receive fertility treatments even though she had no present fertility problems. Did those treatments include a sperm donor or did this crazy woman find some random guy to sex her up old school style too in an effort to complete her bizarre plan?
I, for one, can't wait to support her little army of kids via my tax dollars because she is "obsessed with children". Someone needs to physically remove her uterus before she spawns any more kids to further satisfy her obsession.
On a kinder and more sane note, MinnPics is home to great photography and devoid of any obsessions, except bacon.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Meet my relpacement
It seems that my position at the office has been, how you say, repurposed. I've been replaced by a more youthful fresh thinker. She's a go-getter and far more fashionable than myself. Well, just see for yourself.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Lessons I have learned
Tonight as I cross the one week mark of fatherhood, I have lessons which I have learned that I shall share with my 23 million readers.
Green poop smells worse than the brown poop.
Green poop does leave stains.
Even a wood floor is cold at 3:25 AM.
A 6-day old will sleep in a bouncy seat at night so dad and mom can get a few shreds of shut eye.
In seeking new forms of caffeine, I've even considered drinking my wife's seemingly endless supply of dark roast coffee.
Shopping for groceries on five hours of sleep isn't fun — even if the store is Super Target.
Will there be more lessons? I am sure there will be. Do you, yeah you — the one reading this, have any valuable lessons to share?
MinnPics is nothing short of a lesson in great photography from around the state of Minnesota and with about a ten day backlog, there will be plenty of great photos there in the next month to calm your stressed out Christmas shopping nerves.
Green poop smells worse than the brown poop.
Green poop does leave stains.
Even a wood floor is cold at 3:25 AM.
A 6-day old will sleep in a bouncy seat at night so dad and mom can get a few shreds of shut eye.
In seeking new forms of caffeine, I've even considered drinking my wife's seemingly endless supply of dark roast coffee.
Shopping for groceries on five hours of sleep isn't fun — even if the store is Super Target.
Will there be more lessons? I am sure there will be. Do you, yeah you — the one reading this, have any valuable lessons to share?
MinnPics is nothing short of a lesson in great photography from around the state of Minnesota and with about a ten day backlog, there will be plenty of great photos there in the next month to calm your stressed out Christmas shopping nerves.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Target makes you have babies
It all started on the way to Target in Shakopee. We needed a curtain rod to finish off the laundry room. We took my car because, to be honest, it's rough. The plan was to get that baby out in to the world. My old lady was antsy as Saturday made her officially one day past her due date and she wanted nothing more than to be able to sleep on her stomach.
We were nearly to Target when she started feeling contractions. Because she's tough as nails, we forged ahead and after striking out at Target (does everyone buy white cafe-style curtain rods?) we went ahead to Wal-Mart where we circled the store because we thought some juice was needed.
By the time we got home, the contractions had slowed or even stopped. After a brisk walk around a few blocks in the 'hood and the third spicy meal in a row, there was some more contraction action. This time it happened as I was wiring in the motor on the whirlpool tub.
Let's just say that project isn't finished yet. By 8:30 we were getting checked in to the hospital and shortly after that I played my role as the dutiful sherpa who lugged all of the necessities to the second floor room.
Let's fast forward to 4:00 PM Sunday, a full 20 hours after her hard contractions began. The big show was upon us. The pushing began. The screaming started. The missus screamed too. I saw everything - even how a hospital room oxygen mask works (there's a little water bottle) because a hyperventilating mom-to-be isn't a good thing.
Then, after the doctor nearly scheduling a c-section, that final push with the help of forceps (ouch) brought 8 lb. 12 oz. Olivia Ruth in to the world at 5:56 PM on Sunday, november 16, 2008. Big in the weight department for a first child but of average length at 20.5".
Yes, that adds up to a full 22 hours of labor and 36 hours of us being awake. We are tired but not totally exhausted.
Oh yes, there are also photos. MinnPics has the cutest, exploitative baby photo this side of the Mississippi River. Check it out and judge for yourselves!
The points (5,000 of them) for naming her go to Memarie Lane who mentioned the name of Olivia which we were already considering but only cemented our decision once we saw her.
The winner of the "Guess the Due Date" game was H who nailed the date of November 16. 5,000 points to her as well!
We were nearly to Target when she started feeling contractions. Because she's tough as nails, we forged ahead and after striking out at Target (does everyone buy white cafe-style curtain rods?) we went ahead to Wal-Mart where we circled the store because we thought some juice was needed.
By the time we got home, the contractions had slowed or even stopped. After a brisk walk around a few blocks in the 'hood and the third spicy meal in a row, there was some more contraction action. This time it happened as I was wiring in the motor on the whirlpool tub.
Let's just say that project isn't finished yet. By 8:30 we were getting checked in to the hospital and shortly after that I played my role as the dutiful sherpa who lugged all of the necessities to the second floor room.
Let's fast forward to 4:00 PM Sunday, a full 20 hours after her hard contractions began. The big show was upon us. The pushing began. The screaming started. The missus screamed too. I saw everything - even how a hospital room oxygen mask works (there's a little water bottle) because a hyperventilating mom-to-be isn't a good thing.
Then, after the doctor nearly scheduling a c-section, that final push with the help of forceps (ouch) brought 8 lb. 12 oz. Olivia Ruth in to the world at 5:56 PM on Sunday, november 16, 2008. Big in the weight department for a first child but of average length at 20.5".
Yes, that adds up to a full 22 hours of labor and 36 hours of us being awake. We are tired but not totally exhausted.
Oh yes, there are also photos. MinnPics has the cutest, exploitative baby photo this side of the Mississippi River. Check it out and judge for yourselves!
The points (5,000 of them) for naming her go to Memarie Lane who mentioned the name of Olivia which we were already considering but only cemented our decision once we saw her.
The winner of the "Guess the Due Date" game was H who nailed the date of November 16. 5,000 points to her as well!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
You can name our baby and win points
Yes, the fateful day has nearly arrived and rather than sort through millions of baby name websites I thought I'd consult the hordes of brilliant readers that frequent this blog. It's pretty simple, really, just drop your pick(s) for girl's names in the comments and I'll sort through them and see if any of the names really stick. I truly do need your help on this.
As with any contest/submission, points are at stake. I'll award the person who submits the winning name a whopping 5,000 points. If you don't know about my points system, read back or search "points" and you'll be up to speed. The cutoff is 6 PM Central tonight (Tuesday).
In the spirit of new things, in my case a baby, MinnPics is showcasing at least one fresh and stunning photo from the great state of Minnesota each day.
As with any contest/submission, points are at stake. I'll award the person who submits the winning name a whopping 5,000 points. If you don't know about my points system, read back or search "points" and you'll be up to speed. The cutoff is 6 PM Central tonight (Tuesday).
In the spirit of new things, in my case a baby, MinnPics is showcasing at least one fresh and stunning photo from the great state of Minnesota each day.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
My baby's a beggar
Sure, she's not born yet (6-7 weeks to go) but she's been telling me what it is that she still needs to prepare for her glorious arrival.
She isn't all compliments, though. She expressed her displeasure with me for not arriving at a solution for the ultimate location of mom's dresser. Patience, child, I'll figure something out.
She also mentioned that she likes photography which is good because MinnPics, while being dangerously single-minded, is the definitive place for the best photography in all of Minnesota.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
The summer of self-improvement
This year has been one of changes in my life. In March we were greeted with the news that we would be parents in November. In April reality struck as I buckled down and took on a part-time job to pay the ever-increasing bills thanks solely to rising energy prices. In May I struggled to find that balance of work and life while working nearly 60 hours each week.
As June rolled around, I began feeling burned out and combatted that sensation by seeking out relaxation via, well, relaxing. I took to a local park a couple times each week after work and burned off the day's frustrations and found relaxation. We caught up on bills and looked forward to July activities with friends which included fireworks and a weekend on the lake.
All seemed well.
Then in late July my full-time job announced that the economy had taken its toll (which I viewed as inevitable but naively held out hope). Jobs were cut and my hours were cut along with a strict no overtime policy. That stung but I knew we'd survive. Then just days later my part-time job ended with no notice. Ouch.
I understood the positions from both employers but still felt some resentment towards them.
Since that time, though, I have had time for self-improvement. I continued my stress-reducing exercise regimen and have even taken up jogging. Yes, even with my shoddy knees which seem to click with every movement, I jog. The distance isn't far each day but I'm working on it.
I've felt physically better in just the handful of days since I started. My calves hurt like hell but I'm hoping to tighten up my mid-section, increase my lung capacity and my health in general because I know that beginning in November there will be sleepless nights and my time will be given to someone new who will wear some pink and may or may not like it.
So there is my vague plan for/recap of self-improvement. It's only the beginning though as I take some time this weekend to begin work on my fence and hope to take a quick jaunt for photographic purposes.
And speaking of photos, check out MinnPics because it's got big photos that are fun to look at and comment on.
As June rolled around, I began feeling burned out and combatted that sensation by seeking out relaxation via, well, relaxing. I took to a local park a couple times each week after work and burned off the day's frustrations and found relaxation. We caught up on bills and looked forward to July activities with friends which included fireworks and a weekend on the lake.
All seemed well.
Then in late July my full-time job announced that the economy had taken its toll (which I viewed as inevitable but naively held out hope). Jobs were cut and my hours were cut along with a strict no overtime policy. That stung but I knew we'd survive. Then just days later my part-time job ended with no notice. Ouch.
I understood the positions from both employers but still felt some resentment towards them.
Since that time, though, I have had time for self-improvement. I continued my stress-reducing exercise regimen and have even taken up jogging. Yes, even with my shoddy knees which seem to click with every movement, I jog. The distance isn't far each day but I'm working on it.
I've felt physically better in just the handful of days since I started. My calves hurt like hell but I'm hoping to tighten up my mid-section, increase my lung capacity and my health in general because I know that beginning in November there will be sleepless nights and my time will be given to someone new who will wear some pink and may or may not like it.
So there is my vague plan for/recap of self-improvement. It's only the beginning though as I take some time this weekend to begin work on my fence and hope to take a quick jaunt for photographic purposes.
And speaking of photos, check out MinnPics because it's got big photos that are fun to look at and comment on.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Worrying about weird things
If you didn't know it by now, this here guy is gonna be a dad -- something that spells certain doom and can only mean that the end-times are near.
Of course it also means plenty of work and odd worries.
Not so much worries but bizarre and non-plausible concerns from my weird mind.
What if the baby is born as only a torso? Yeah, even typing this out is sure to offend some but even more importantly it would surely squash any hopes for having a basketball star in the family.
How would we handle things if the baby is born as a hermaphrodite? To the best of my knowledge there aren't any int he family but I've heard that 3% of Americans are born as such. A plausible concern indeed.
What if the baby is born at some insanely high weight? I mean the type of weight that makes newspaper headlines. I'm thinking low teens here. Not so much of a concern for me but think of the wife.
I know that this list isn't very long but I'm sure that there are plenty that couyld whip me into some sort of worry frenzy so have at it.
Of course it also means plenty of work and odd worries.
Not so much worries but bizarre and non-plausible concerns from my weird mind.
What if the baby is born as only a torso? Yeah, even typing this out is sure to offend some but even more importantly it would surely squash any hopes for having a basketball star in the family.
How would we handle things if the baby is born as a hermaphrodite? To the best of my knowledge there aren't any int he family but I've heard that 3% of Americans are born as such. A plausible concern indeed.
What if the baby is born at some insanely high weight? I mean the type of weight that makes newspaper headlines. I'm thinking low teens here. Not so much of a concern for me but think of the wife.
I know that this list isn't very long but I'm sure that there are plenty that couyld whip me into some sort of worry frenzy so have at it.
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