Sunday, August 31, 2008

What's That?!?

Vic yells at me to come see something. I walk towards the front door expecting to see a spider, ant or some other helpless insect my girls want slain. Instead, I was greeted with another sight. And of course I had to go grab my camera and take a few photos.

See anything interesting here?

Oh, looks like Gracie found it.


I swear Alyssa can sleep anywhere. She plays until the tanks empty and she just falls over.

Next pic is my beautiful Vic. She's got a cold now, but no bad head pain for a week. Knock on wood. Not sure where she got the cold from. :)

Hailey's school project was this week. She had to pick a country and create a presentation, plus bring in one food dish from the country. Hailey chose New Zealand cause her best friend, sadly, moved there last year. The dish Hailey and Vic chose to make was called Pavlova. It is absolutely out of this world good.

All for now. Later.

Friday, August 29, 2008


This sinus infection just won't go away. Headache is still there, pounding, consuming, taking away all my thoughts and focus. I've had it now for 5 days.

Vic's had hers for 3 1/2 years. I don't know how she stands it.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Call the CDC

On Sunday night I developed a sore throat and started getting sinus congestion. By Monday morning the only thing I was good for was target practice. Major headache, sinus pressure, throat was like razor blades,,,pure misery.

Went to the doc got some nice horsepills he referred to as antibiotics.

Tuesday was worse, but finally got a little sleep last night

Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Alyssa's Big Day

Ok, I'm three weeks late with this. Been a little busy.

Alyssa started Kindergarten Monday, Aug 4th. Yep, she's a schooler now. She was so excited to go to the same school as Hailey. I think she was even more excited about getting to ride the bus home from school.

Here's pics of her and Hailey that first morning.

And here's one of Alyssa getting off the bus later that week.

Of course she did have a little bit of trouble on the bus for a few days. Some boys were pestering her from behind. Blowing in her hair, pulling her hair etc. Gracie had a bit of a problem with this and publicly announced she was going to get on that bus and kick those boy's butts!!! And I think she would.

In other news, Gracie took a bit of a spill today at school. Ran down a hill (against the teachers wishes) and scraped up her leg. Miss Lisa said she only shed 1 tear. Didn't cry more than a second. What can I say? She's tough!!!

The Georgia Crisis

My Father-in-Law, K.D. , passed this one on to me:

"In the news today, the presumptive democrat candidate for president will be visiting Georgia today in an effort to resolve the current crisis. His campaign headquarters confirmed yesterday his convoy will be leaving Birmingham, Alabama at 10:00am this morning for the dangerous 150 mile journey to the capital of Georgia. Geraldo will be with him."

Gotta love K.D.

Thursday, August 21, 2008


I did have a very politically motivated vent, if you will, about my feelings for the assumed democratic presidential candiate. I decided to delete it since I don't want this to be a political blog.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008


I've watched as much Olympics as possible these last two weeks considering my unbelievable work schedule. I even managed to fit a line about Michael Phelps into Hailey's 3rd Grade project.

She had to pick a country and writing about it. Including fascinating facts. I gave her this one to include:
- New Zealand has one 33 Gold medals in it's Olympic history.
- Michael Phelps has won 14 Gold medals in the last 4 years.

I think that gets my point across.

Now, to gymnastics. I've watched the womens gymnastics and rooted as much as anyone for our team. Like most people in the world, I believe there are 3 or 4 girls on the Chinese team which are no more than 13 years old. No one in the IOC seems willing to make them play by the rules. But I think our own gymnast Nastia Liukin said it all without saying a word. After being technically robbed of the Gold medal, on the podium she looked down at little 12 or 13 year old He and gave her the look a teenage babysitter gives a spoiled brat. I think that's priceless.

ok. Done ranting today.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Save the World, Eat a Rat

Ok. I've been down on myself lately. Sick, hurt, tired, fat, unmotivated, yada yada yada.

So I've decided today's post will be positive. That's right. I will turn myself around, stop feeling sorry for myself and use the oxygen I'm breathing from this great planet of ours to promote the common good.

Today I'm tackling many, many issues, by promoting the eating of Rat. That's right, those warm, fuzzy gray creatures we all know and detest.

First, let's look at some positive attributes of the rat:
1. Rats serve a vital purpose. They eat crap we don't want.
2. Rats aren't that much different from lovable hamsters. Fur, heads, tails.
3. Rats provide a warm home for fleas and other parasites all year long.
4. Without the Rat, the Chinese calendar would have to change.
5. They give ample warning to crews of ships that their ship is going down.

Second, why is eating rats a good idea?
1. They're the perfect size for Buffalo Wings. And yes,,,,that is rat. Of course we'd have to change the name to Rat Wings or something.
2. Rats take less space than chickens to raise.
3. Rats reproduce faster than rabbits and chickens combined.
4. Rats are full of protein.
5. Rats can eat anything, no need to buy special grain or food. So cheaper to raise.
6. Rats produce less methane than cows, so the global warming nuts should love the idea.
7. Rats are disgusting creatures, so PETA shouldn't mind the wholesale slaughter and consumption of rats. Ok, maybe not.
8. Consuming rats will decrease the numbers living in the wild and consuming human food stocks.
9. The wholesale slaughter and consumption of trillions of Rat Burgers and Rat Wings would decimate the worlds flea and parasite population. That has to be good.
10. To consume rats on a global scale would require rat trappers, breeders and distributors. A whole new industry and jobs would be born.
11. Rats are already in most restaurants.

So there you have it. Consuming rats would help global warming, reduce the cost of food world wide, create jobs, help our economy and well,,,,,, they just might taste good. I mean the French are stupid enough to eat snails.

Just think if everyone in the world ate a rat every week. 6 Billion rats per week would fall on the alter of human advancement. 24 Billion per month. 288 Billion per year.

The slums of New York and Third World Countries around the world would become different places to live. I mean think of the positive impact this would have on the world.

Yes. This is my contribution to the world for today. I'm pretty proud of myself.


Friday, August 8, 2008

More Love

My check up with the surgeon was today. I had been told my nose would be buffed, using sterile sandpaper. Yep, exactly like it sounds. They'd numb up my nose, then commence sanding my nose like a dry wall repair in a college frat house.

I was all prepared for this. All prepared for the shot to numb my nose, the weird feeling of someone sanding flesh from my nose, the need for more bandages, neosporin, more blood, more healing.

And of course,,,,,,,,none of this happened. My nose is doing so good, it doesn't need the buffing. BUT,,,,,,it has other problems. A little too much swelling,,,,,,,stitches haven't dissolved yet,,,,,,some subcutaneous bruising. So,,,,,another course of action is required.

A big, long, fat, sharp needle (remember, it's between my eyes, so it looks humongous), was inserted into one spot to drain blood. Then,,,,to bring down swelling, 7, countem, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 cortisone shots are 'gently' inserted into my nose. That's right, the doc was showing me some cortisone love.

Unlike the shots in my elbow which really didn't hurt, this was QUITE PAINFUL. I'm pretty sure at some point he struck bone. I'm really sure he did.

But,,,,, I'm ok now. Just needed a little nap. Some TLC from my gentle loving kids and I'll be fine.

Like that'll happen. :)

Monday, August 4, 2008

Twenty Eight

I'm tired.

Between 10am Saturday morning and 10pm Sunday night, I was on production support calls for 28 hours. An entire weekend ruined.

Do I get paid overtime? Nope
Do I get comp time? Nope
Do I get a cupee doll? Nope

And these weren't 28 hours on a call listening to other people talk, wishing I were as smart as them. This was Joe having to drive, facilitate, troubleshoot, actually use my noggin. My brain is fried.

And I've spent another 10 hours on calls today for work, and guess where I am right now? That's right. On another production support call.

I need a vacation!!!