The Calm Before The Storm

I wore that t-shirt when my other two children were born. Let's just say that it's still in one piece yet not wearable anymore. Another sign that this child is our last. :::sigh:::

The husband loves looking at the medical machines to see if his company is the one that made the thermal interfaces for it. I can't recall if this is one of them.

Again with the thermal interface stardate 4.761 entry things. Clearly, not at the top of my priority list this particular evening.

I was hoping to see the baby laying here a couple hours later, screaming her fool head off "how dare you take me out of the warm pool and throw me in the Midwest cool air aaaaaggggghhhhh?!?!?!". Instead there were tears, yelling, running, fear, extreme pain, hands in places they shouldn't be, paranoia, if you're visualizing a clip from ER or Trauma: Life in the ER, you aren't too far off.

Tomorrow brings us the story from this evening in photos above. I'll be sharing her birth story (as much as I can remember w/ the husband's help) as the week goes on. I want to thank everyone again for their well wishes and happy thoughts for us, please keep them coming.

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I Can't Wait

I know of no one who agrees with me that Jason Mewes is hot. This is a bad example and this is definately NOT hot. That's ok though. I remember the good, forget the bad. I make no excuses for my taste*. For fans of Clerks , Chasing Amy , Dogma , Jay and Silent Bob , etc , check it out: P.S. I've been working 'til 11 or midnight most nights so I'm pooped. I'll blog more. I promise. Was I missed though? * Or lack thereof to some people

This, That and The Other

I can already tell that Thanksgiving and Christmas are going to suck ass even more than it normally would at my job. Last night, a guy was telling me how much he gave me, how much he was supposed to get back and THEN told me what order to give it back to him in. Um? Sir? I'm not a twit, ok, I am a twit, but I'm not an idiot. Ok, sometimes I can be. Like that time I moved up to Wisconsin in the middle of a blizzard from nice, warm Tucson, AZ for a dumb boy and we broke up less than two months later. Yeah that sucked but my point is: I've been in retail, just about every job one could have except store manager, for about oh, 19 years. I think I know what I'm doing when it comes to giving change back. Don't talk to me like I'm a 16 yr old kid who's working his first job and doesn't give a shit what kind of work ethic he has. I care about you as a customer but when you're a dick to me and pissing off everyone in my line so they are dicks to me ? Well, ...

This Has To Be Said

I haven't blogged in 8 months. We bought a house, still unpacking, school started. You know, life. I felt the need, the urgent need to blog about the Adrian Peterson situation today. I am full of all sorts of feelings and had to write about it. I would love to hear your thoughts on this whole thing. No really, I would. I don't feel I was a douchebag in my writing so all I ask is you not be a douchebag in your response. Thanks. My thoughts on the Adrian Peterson situation (but first, some backstory): I was spanked as a child. I'm pretty sure most of us that grew up in the 80s were. Until the summer between 5th and 6th grade I lived in Charelston, SC and from 6th to 11th grade, North Chicaco, IL. I have seen every form of discipline doled out on a child. I've seen spankings, beatings, hairbrushes smacked into heads, spoons hitting the tops of heads, whips, belts and even switches. I've seen it all. Most of you know that my son is named after a little boy who ...

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