Lately I've been feeling a lot like Diane Keaton in that 80's movie Baby Boom. Have you all seen it? The scene that keeps playing in my head is the one where she is pushing the baby stroller down the street and she keeps getting passed by all of these business women. So, she tries to keep up, but then finally gives up and resigns herself to the slower pace.
That is me lately. I used to be a really fast walker. My mother practically sprints everywhere she goes, so I had to keep up. But lately, instead of Jake telling me to wait up, I have been the one telling him to slow down. Why is he in such a hurry?
I'm not sure how it happened really. Maybe it was the turtles pace I had to move at when I thought I was going to be sick every 5 minutes. Maybe it was the fact that for awhile there, after I first got pregnant, I got winded really easily so I had to slow it down. Who knows, but whatever it was, now that I've slowed it down, I actually enjoy my slower gait.
It seems strange to me that without me knowing it, this little one is already preparing me for what is ahead. The worry, the being up 5 times a night, the slower pace of life. Every day I am more and more amazed at how things are changing, and s/he isn't even here yet.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Addicted
I have a confession to make. I think I am developing a habit. It threatens to be more addictive that crack (not that I've tried crack... but you know... so I've heard). I've only done it once, but today it is all I can think about. It has consumed my whole being and all I want to do is run home and do it again.
What is this awful thing you ask?
I am addicted to the fetal doppler. Yes, that thing that they have in the doctors office that lets you hear the heartbeat of your baby. I rented one. Now I think it will need to be pried from my hands.
I thought maybe at 11w2d it would be to early to hear the heartbeat but after about 10 minutes or so of looking I stumbled upon it. And it was GLORIOUS!! Averaging about 170 beats per minute, I could have listened to it all day.
As I was sitting there, listening to it, all of the crap and the worries of this week just sort of melted away. You see, the reason I haven't posted this week, even though I have felt 100% better, was because on Tuesday we found out that Jake had been downsized. His little company had added about 100 jobs last fall anticipating huge growth but it just didn't happen. They weren't getting any bids and they had people laid off since April.
In the back of our minds we kept wondering if this was a possibility since Jake was one of the new employees and he had been laid off for a month in April, then worked for a month and then been laid off again I kept wondering how long they were going to string him along before they realized that they really weren't going to get the work to keep all of their "new" employees busy.
Finally, on Tuesday, we got the word that they had decided that they were never going to get enough work to keep everyone busy and the newest employees were the first to be cut. That, unfortunately meant Jake. So the rest of this week has been spent with worries about money, and insurance, and all that jazz. Luckily his dad has his own company and Jake is working for him. We're unsure if it is temporary or permanent at this time, since the construction industry is in sort of a slump.
However, last night, listening to that little woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh in my belly made all of those concerns just melt away. It is such a miracle that I can listen to a heartbeat inside of me that is not mine. I just can't get over it. And at that moment, I knew that no matter what, we would make this work. All that is really important is wrapped up in that wonderful sound and everything else will come as it comes.
What is this awful thing you ask?
I am addicted to the fetal doppler. Yes, that thing that they have in the doctors office that lets you hear the heartbeat of your baby. I rented one. Now I think it will need to be pried from my hands.
I thought maybe at 11w2d it would be to early to hear the heartbeat but after about 10 minutes or so of looking I stumbled upon it. And it was GLORIOUS!! Averaging about 170 beats per minute, I could have listened to it all day.
As I was sitting there, listening to it, all of the crap and the worries of this week just sort of melted away. You see, the reason I haven't posted this week, even though I have felt 100% better, was because on Tuesday we found out that Jake had been downsized. His little company had added about 100 jobs last fall anticipating huge growth but it just didn't happen. They weren't getting any bids and they had people laid off since April.
In the back of our minds we kept wondering if this was a possibility since Jake was one of the new employees and he had been laid off for a month in April, then worked for a month and then been laid off again I kept wondering how long they were going to string him along before they realized that they really weren't going to get the work to keep all of their "new" employees busy.
Finally, on Tuesday, we got the word that they had decided that they were never going to get enough work to keep everyone busy and the newest employees were the first to be cut. That, unfortunately meant Jake. So the rest of this week has been spent with worries about money, and insurance, and all that jazz. Luckily his dad has his own company and Jake is working for him. We're unsure if it is temporary or permanent at this time, since the construction industry is in sort of a slump.
However, last night, listening to that little woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh in my belly made all of those concerns just melt away. It is such a miracle that I can listen to a heartbeat inside of me that is not mine. I just can't get over it. And at that moment, I knew that no matter what, we would make this work. All that is really important is wrapped up in that wonderful sound and everything else will come as it comes.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Out of the Darkness
There is a light at the end of the tunnel... I can see it!!
After spending all weekend in bed wishing that I could just be tranquilized and wake up in a few months this morning I woke up and...
I felt pretty much the same. See you thought I was going to say I was miraculously 100% better didn't you? This is not a fairy tale people, this is real life. Get a grip.
I did manage to stomach about half of my breakfast, take my vitamins, and head off to work though. In the skywalk the smell of all the coffee shops about killed me, so I think I will be walking outside from now on.
About 8:30... here is where the miracle happened. I started to feel better. I already felt about 75% better than this weekend but slowly the nausea started to go away. And now...
Can I do a little I don't feel sick jig? Would that be unprofessional?
So, knock on some wood for me would ya? I'm just praying that this good feeling lasts and I can finally get back to my life!!
After spending all weekend in bed wishing that I could just be tranquilized and wake up in a few months this morning I woke up and...
I felt pretty much the same. See you thought I was going to say I was miraculously 100% better didn't you? This is not a fairy tale people, this is real life. Get a grip.
I did manage to stomach about half of my breakfast, take my vitamins, and head off to work though. In the skywalk the smell of all the coffee shops about killed me, so I think I will be walking outside from now on.
About 8:30... here is where the miracle happened. I started to feel better. I already felt about 75% better than this weekend but slowly the nausea started to go away. And now...
Can I do a little I don't feel sick jig? Would that be unprofessional?
So, knock on some wood for me would ya? I'm just praying that this good feeling lasts and I can finally get back to my life!!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
New Blog...
UPDATED: 6/23/06 9:12 AM
Okay you all, since you are cleaver and creative I need your help thinking of a name for a new blog. I would like to move my babies online website, which I am less than thrilled with, to a blogspot blog. Unfortunately my creativity is pretty much non-existent. (I know what you are thinking... NO WAY... but she's an accountant. Pick yourselves up off the floor.)
This is where you, my creative people, come in. I had thought of babyhamilton.blogspot but I thought that might be too generic. Also depending on how all of this plays out I may leave the MAJOR baby talk over on that site for this and any future children. Of course there will be talk here, because this is my life, but I want to try to keep this site about our family life and leave the other site for the weekly/monthly updates.
So, channel your creative genius and give me some good ideas!!
Okay... so lacking any actual creativity, I've created the new site. Look to your right... no your other right... see where it says baby Hamilton.... that is the link to the new site. That is where I will put every boring detail of this pregnancy and all the weekly/monthly updates about the little one so as not to put all of my readers to sleep. I figure this way if you want to hear me gush about morning sickness and poopy diapers 24/7 you can mosey on over. If not you can stay here and read the scaled down version of my gushing!! :-) (Oh yes... there will still be gushing!!)
Okay you all, since you are cleaver and creative I need your help thinking of a name for a new blog. I would like to move my babies online website, which I am less than thrilled with, to a blogspot blog. Unfortunately my creativity is pretty much non-existent. (I know what you are thinking... NO WAY... but she's an accountant. Pick yourselves up off the floor.)
This is where you, my creative people, come in. I had thought of babyhamilton.blogspot but I thought that might be too generic. Also depending on how all of this plays out I may leave the MAJOR baby talk over on that site for this and any future children. Of course there will be talk here, because this is my life, but I want to try to keep this site about our family life and leave the other site for the weekly/monthly updates.
So, channel your creative genius and give me some good ideas!!
Okay... so lacking any actual creativity, I've created the new site. Look to your right... no your other right... see where it says baby Hamilton.... that is the link to the new site. That is where I will put every boring detail of this pregnancy and all the weekly/monthly updates about the little one so as not to put all of my readers to sleep. I figure this way if you want to hear me gush about morning sickness and poopy diapers 24/7 you can mosey on over. If not you can stay here and read the scaled down version of my gushing!! :-) (Oh yes... there will still be gushing!!)
Hide and Seek
Can you find the kitty in this picture?? Keep in mind this is the same cat who thinks that he can hide under our bottom stair. The stair that has a 1/2 inch lip on it. Apparently if he covers his head with his paws you can not see him. We may need to work on that one when the baby gets here. If he doesn't hide better than this he's going to be VERY sorry when that tail and hair pulling monster chases him down!!
To Clean or Not to Clean...
Apparently this is a question that my husband NEVER asks himself!! And if he does, he apparently ALWAYS comes to the conclusion that the later is a better answer than the former.
Case in point. On Sunday night he cooked brauts. On Monday morning this is the state in which I found my kitchen...
Now... bonus points for those of you who can guess how long it stays like this?
Anyone?
Monday night right? Surely he got home from work and cleaned out the pan....
Nope too easy. Okay... then Tuesday. He wouldn't let it sit there for longer than that would he?
Once again... WRONG ANSWER!!
That's right folks... it is now Thursday. THURSDAY!! And my kitchen STILL looks like that!! I am not cleaning it up, on premise alone and the fact that it might make me gag. Please people... I need some ideas here. I can not follow two people around cleaning up after them. I hardly have the strength right now to clean up after myself!!
How do I get him to clean this shit up without seeming bitchy?? Trickery is fine, beating him over the head with a frying pan.... probably not so much!!
Case in point. On Sunday night he cooked brauts. On Monday morning this is the state in which I found my kitchen...
Now... bonus points for those of you who can guess how long it stays like this?
Anyone?
Monday night right? Surely he got home from work and cleaned out the pan....
Nope too easy. Okay... then Tuesday. He wouldn't let it sit there for longer than that would he?
Once again... WRONG ANSWER!!
That's right folks... it is now Thursday. THURSDAY!! And my kitchen STILL looks like that!! I am not cleaning it up, on premise alone and the fact that it might make me gag. Please people... I need some ideas here. I can not follow two people around cleaning up after them. I hardly have the strength right now to clean up after myself!!
How do I get him to clean this shit up without seeming bitchy?? Trickery is fine, beating him over the head with a frying pan.... probably not so much!!
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Our News
Well, for those of you who have not been following along at home... here is our news...
I am 10 weeks 2 days today and everything in gummy bear land looks good. We did not get to hear the heartbeat, but we did get to see it on the screen.
If you are interested in reading more about this pregnancy you can click here. I have yet to decide if I'm going to keep the other website up and running or not. I don't want to bore you all with continual pregnancy news here, but I don't like the format of the other site and the lack of comments, etc. So, maybe all things in moderation here? Who knows.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
How to catch a horsey....
As of Sunday night, we now have 9 new members to our menagerie. 9 horses joined our pasture family. Well, if you want to get technical 5 horses, one yearling, and three babies joined our pasture... but who is counting?
And why you ask have we added these new members? Well, actually, they sort of added themselves. On Sunday night we had just gotten back from seeing the movie Cars. (Cute movie, not as cute as I expected) My sister, her fiance, Jake and I all went to see it after we had dinner at my grandpa's house for Father's Day. Jake had just left to take back my parents van that we had borrowed and I was just pulling all of the clothes out of the laundry basket to wash in the hopes of actually having something clean to wear.
I looked out my window and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a line of cars and nine tiny horses... (oh wait... wrong story!!) Out in front of my house there were nine horses running down the middle of the road and cars were backed up in both directions. Some people had gotten out of their cars, but they were basically all just standing around looking dumb founded.
Having knowledge of horses I thought maybe I should go out and attempt to help get them back to where they were going. I slipped on some sandals with my socks and ran out the door. (Knowledge of horses yes, knowledge of fashion... no...) I would come to regret those sandals SEVERAL times over the course of the next couple of hours!!
On my way out the door I called my mom to have her call the neighbor to see if they were their horses. They weren't. She then called back and told me to call the non-emergency police number. I got some woman, who wasn't quite sure that I knew what I was talking about, but assured me that she would send a police officer.
Apparently car/horse accidents are not on the top of their concern list, because it took them 20 minutes to get the officer to my house. In that time, we managed to get the horses into my back yard, where they were contained. I then asked these people to make a human line between my yard and the road to keep the horses in one spot.
First problem, never ask city people to contain horses. One of the men thought it would be a brilliant idea if we tried to put them into my pasture. So, I opened the gate to the little pasture to the south of our house. Unfortunately, the horses didn't think that was such a good idea and one of them walked, not ran... just walked towards this man and he just stepped out of her way.
It was at this point that I lost it. Once the herd saw that one had gotten through they all made a run for it.
"What are you doing?? Why didn't you stop her??"
"I didn't want to get hurt"
"Those horses kick don't they?"
"They are more afraid of you then you are of them. And they are NOT going to KICK you with their HEAD!!"
"What about that one? Can it see?"
"It's a fly mask, it has holes in it!!"
Can it see? Why would they blindfold a horse and put it in a pasture? And more importantly how was it able to run around you and not into the side of the car if it couldn't see?? It was at this point that I knew I was in trouble. I called my mom and told her that I was working with a bunch of city people and she said they were already on their way down.
By this point the horses were spooked and running straight for the four lane highway which is a half mile from my house. I yelled at some of the people to stop staring and get in their freaking cars and head them off before they got onto the highway. It was about this time that the police officer came meandering over.
He rolled down his window and all I could do was yell at him. "If you don't get up there and head them off before they hit the highway you are going to have a hell of a mess on your hands!!"
That made him put the petal to the metal a little more and so I started walking back towards my house to get my vehicle. I was almost to my driveway when Jake came driving up. Having NO idea what was going on I just jumped into the car and told him to drive!! We got up near the horses, but the people had no idea that you have to get out of your car and go around them, not next to them so I jumped out.
Luckily there is a frontage road right before the highway and they got them diverted onto the frontage road and then into a field. We grabbed some grain and went back and traded in the car for my jeep and drove into the field across the street. We could see them walking through the corn, but then they turned and headed back towards the frontage road.
We turned around and headed back towards the road and finally discovered that they had made it back into the pasture that they were supposed to be in. Unfortunately, it was about this time that I got a call from my mother telling me that they couldn't stay in that pasture and if we didn't catch them they were just going to be out again.
I guess some people had been working in the field next to the pasture and they had bulldozed down about 100 ft of fence in one section and another 25 ft in another section. So we sent Jake and two other guys down to the field to try to guard the downed fence section while we tried to calm and catch the horses in the pasture.
Finally we got them to calm down and come to us, since we had some grain. 4 of the horses had halters on, but the rest did not. Since we knew that they could not stay there I suggested that we put lead ropes on the ones that we could, block off the road, and walk them to my pasture. Unfortunately, the police officers were not horse people and they were worried that they would not stay together.
In a horse group if you lead one, the rest will follow. But we couldn't get them convinced of that. Finally we called my dad and told him to bring a livestock trailer, since the police officers were not happy with my idea. It was about this time 8:15 or so, that the caretaker finally showed up. The owner was in New York and I guess it took awhile to find the guy who was in charge of taking care of the horses.
When he got there, he told us that the horses did not like the trailer and they would not load. So we called my dad back, canceled the trailer, and were left with my original plan. Block off the street and lead them down the road to my house. It worked well. The ones who did not have lead ropes ventured a little, but we had people on the sides of the road to block off entrances to fields, etc. so they pretty much went with the others.
Our only other possible problem was that Jack and Sadie were outside in the pen and were sure to bark and possibly scare the horses. So, my mom ran ahead and made them go inside. I still have no idea how she managed to get them inside without them running out towards the horses, but she did. After that, they lead right into the pasture.
The care taker brought them a water tank, and told me he would come every day to feed them. Since the people doing the construction work did not have permission to tear out the fence, nor did they tell anyone they were doing it, we are unsure of how long the horses will be at our house. The pasture that they are in is not very large, but if they are supplemented with grain and possibly hay they could be there for awhile.
And why you ask have we added these new members? Well, actually, they sort of added themselves. On Sunday night we had just gotten back from seeing the movie Cars. (Cute movie, not as cute as I expected) My sister, her fiance, Jake and I all went to see it after we had dinner at my grandpa's house for Father's Day. Jake had just left to take back my parents van that we had borrowed and I was just pulling all of the clothes out of the laundry basket to wash in the hopes of actually having something clean to wear.
I looked out my window and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a line of cars and nine tiny horses... (oh wait... wrong story!!) Out in front of my house there were nine horses running down the middle of the road and cars were backed up in both directions. Some people had gotten out of their cars, but they were basically all just standing around looking dumb founded.
Having knowledge of horses I thought maybe I should go out and attempt to help get them back to where they were going. I slipped on some sandals with my socks and ran out the door. (Knowledge of horses yes, knowledge of fashion... no...) I would come to regret those sandals SEVERAL times over the course of the next couple of hours!!
On my way out the door I called my mom to have her call the neighbor to see if they were their horses. They weren't. She then called back and told me to call the non-emergency police number. I got some woman, who wasn't quite sure that I knew what I was talking about, but assured me that she would send a police officer.
Apparently car/horse accidents are not on the top of their concern list, because it took them 20 minutes to get the officer to my house. In that time, we managed to get the horses into my back yard, where they were contained. I then asked these people to make a human line between my yard and the road to keep the horses in one spot.
First problem, never ask city people to contain horses. One of the men thought it would be a brilliant idea if we tried to put them into my pasture. So, I opened the gate to the little pasture to the south of our house. Unfortunately, the horses didn't think that was such a good idea and one of them walked, not ran... just walked towards this man and he just stepped out of her way.
It was at this point that I lost it. Once the herd saw that one had gotten through they all made a run for it.
"What are you doing?? Why didn't you stop her??"
"I didn't want to get hurt"
"Those horses kick don't they?"
"They are more afraid of you then you are of them. And they are NOT going to KICK you with their HEAD!!"
"What about that one? Can it see?"
"It's a fly mask, it has holes in it!!"
Can it see? Why would they blindfold a horse and put it in a pasture? And more importantly how was it able to run around you and not into the side of the car if it couldn't see?? It was at this point that I knew I was in trouble. I called my mom and told her that I was working with a bunch of city people and she said they were already on their way down.
By this point the horses were spooked and running straight for the four lane highway which is a half mile from my house. I yelled at some of the people to stop staring and get in their freaking cars and head them off before they got onto the highway. It was about this time that the police officer came meandering over.
He rolled down his window and all I could do was yell at him. "If you don't get up there and head them off before they hit the highway you are going to have a hell of a mess on your hands!!"
That made him put the petal to the metal a little more and so I started walking back towards my house to get my vehicle. I was almost to my driveway when Jake came driving up. Having NO idea what was going on I just jumped into the car and told him to drive!! We got up near the horses, but the people had no idea that you have to get out of your car and go around them, not next to them so I jumped out.
Luckily there is a frontage road right before the highway and they got them diverted onto the frontage road and then into a field. We grabbed some grain and went back and traded in the car for my jeep and drove into the field across the street. We could see them walking through the corn, but then they turned and headed back towards the frontage road.
We turned around and headed back towards the road and finally discovered that they had made it back into the pasture that they were supposed to be in. Unfortunately, it was about this time that I got a call from my mother telling me that they couldn't stay in that pasture and if we didn't catch them they were just going to be out again.
I guess some people had been working in the field next to the pasture and they had bulldozed down about 100 ft of fence in one section and another 25 ft in another section. So we sent Jake and two other guys down to the field to try to guard the downed fence section while we tried to calm and catch the horses in the pasture.
Finally we got them to calm down and come to us, since we had some grain. 4 of the horses had halters on, but the rest did not. Since we knew that they could not stay there I suggested that we put lead ropes on the ones that we could, block off the road, and walk them to my pasture. Unfortunately, the police officers were not horse people and they were worried that they would not stay together.
In a horse group if you lead one, the rest will follow. But we couldn't get them convinced of that. Finally we called my dad and told him to bring a livestock trailer, since the police officers were not happy with my idea. It was about this time 8:15 or so, that the caretaker finally showed up. The owner was in New York and I guess it took awhile to find the guy who was in charge of taking care of the horses.
When he got there, he told us that the horses did not like the trailer and they would not load. So we called my dad back, canceled the trailer, and were left with my original plan. Block off the street and lead them down the road to my house. It worked well. The ones who did not have lead ropes ventured a little, but we had people on the sides of the road to block off entrances to fields, etc. so they pretty much went with the others.
Our only other possible problem was that Jack and Sadie were outside in the pen and were sure to bark and possibly scare the horses. So, my mom ran ahead and made them go inside. I still have no idea how she managed to get them inside without them running out towards the horses, but she did. After that, they lead right into the pasture.
The care taker brought them a water tank, and told me he would come every day to feed them. Since the people doing the construction work did not have permission to tear out the fence, nor did they tell anyone they were doing it, we are unsure of how long the horses will be at our house. The pasture that they are in is not very large, but if they are supplemented with grain and possibly hay they could be there for awhile.
Other website
For those of you following along at home, I have posted some new musings on the other website. For those of you not following along, I will fill you in by the end of the week, so your wait is not long now.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Still here
We're still here. Sorry, I didn't mean to leave you with such a bummer post and then not return for a week!! Things here have just been busy. Work is crazy and I had my review yesterday so I was trying to "look" busy all week. You know... the two weeks out of the year where you have to look your best!!
Anyhow, I really don't have anything new to post about, so I thought I would send you over to some of my internet friends. They've all had some great news in the past week, and they are probably much more interesting than me right now!! :-)
Anyhow, go visit Cecily, City Girl, & Beth. Well... what are you sticking around here for? Nothing to see here... get going!!
I'll be back next week... hopefully with something MUCH more interesting to say!!
Anyhow, I really don't have anything new to post about, so I thought I would send you over to some of my internet friends. They've all had some great news in the past week, and they are probably much more interesting than me right now!! :-)
Anyhow, go visit Cecily, City Girl, & Beth. Well... what are you sticking around here for? Nothing to see here... get going!!
I'll be back next week... hopefully with something MUCH more interesting to say!!
Friday, June 09, 2006
When it Rains... it Pours...
I tried to post this several times yesterday but blogger was up and down... so it was written yesterday... posting today...
So, where do I even begin?
Last week I found out that my husband has, once again, been laid off. Only this time, since it is his own doing we do not get unemployment. No, he did not get fired, and he did not quit. Someone, who should be taken out into the street and publicly flogged, let him drive a company vehicle.
For any of you who have ever had the misfortune of riding with Jake or even being behind him, or in front of him... hell anywhere near him on any road I would like to publicly apologize. He is, without a doubt, one of the worst drivers I've ever seen. He has gotten MARGIONALLY better in the past few months, but it is a slim margin.
Anyhow, he was backing this vehicle up and apparently was not watching where he was going. (Perhaps talking on the cell phone, trying to adjust the radio, looking for something under the passenger seat. You laugh, but I have seen him do all of these things while driving forward, why not reverse) I have not gotten the whole story, it's like pulling teeth with him, but he either hit something or the side mirror hit something. Either way, it is considered an accident. AND standard company procedure is that when any employee is in an accident they are automatically put on unpaid leave while the accident is investigated and drug tests are done, yadda, yadda, yadda.
So... this whole process has taken a few days. It happened on a Friday afternoon so of course you have to wait until Monday and then appointments have to be made and paperwork has to be filed... you get the point. So, LUCKILY he was able to go work for his dad this week so we at least have SOME source of income while they get the paperwork shuffle done and hopefully he will be back there on Monday.
Which brings me to the next in a long line of things for this week. Yesterday, while working for his father, Jake took a trailer to be loaded with tile and some other things. The people loaded the trailer incorrectly. Instead of distributing the weight evenly (It's an enclosed two wheel trailer) they put all of the weight in the back.
You can see where this is going can't you? While pulling on to the on ramp going 30 mph (we have a witness to this so I know he wasn't speeding) the trailer started to swerve and weave. Instead of just letting off the gas and coasting to a stop Jake hit the breaks. He knows now that this was a bad idea. A VERY bad idea.
Since all the weight was in the back of the trailer the front was sort of lifted up off the ball that was hooked to his truck. So when he went to stop; the truck stopped, but the trailer didn't. Instead it got worse. It whipped to the side and the vehicle and trailer jackknifed. When it whipped back, luckily the trailer came off the ball of the truck because it rolled end over end into the ditch. If it would not have come unhooked it would have taken Jake's jeep with it.
Now before you get too excited, his jeep did not escape unscathed. In the whipping back and forth process it ripped off the bumper of his jeep and bent the axle. He claims the frame is still straight, but the rear end (??) will need to be replaced as well as some other innards. I know nothing about vehicles so bare with me here.
Since the witness says that Jake was not speeding he was not given any tickets. Well, that is not entirely true. The insurance card he had in his wallet expired January 7, 2006 and his new insurance card was somewhere in his vehicle among all the things that had been jostled around. Either way, he couldn't find it. So, the officer, being the lovely guy that he is, issued Jake a ticket for failing to have proof of insurance. Wasn't that pleasant of him? Nothing like giving a guy just in an accident a break huh?
This ticket, issued to us by our wonderful highway patrolman, is for $690.00. No, that is not a misprint. SIX-HUNDRED AND NINTY F***** Dollars!! Now of course, since we have insurance, and we can prove it all we have to pay is $30 worth of court costs. But we do have to take one more day out of our lives to go to the court house on July 7th and show them this insurance card.
But wait, it gets better. Oh how you ask... just trust me. This accident happened at 1:00 in the afternoon. By 4:00 when I talked to Jake he had still not mentioned it to me. He and his dad had decided that they would tell me when I was done with work because they didn't want to upset me when there was nothing I could do. A noble idea except for the fact that he called the insurance people to report the accident and MY NAME is the one on the policy.
So, at 5:00 they called me to ask about the accident. LUCKILY, and I use that term lightly, I was in my bosses office finding out some more bad news so I didn't answer the phone and once Jake found out that they called me first before they called him his dad thought it a better idea to call me and tell me rather than let me listen to the message. Always considerate aren't they?
Oh wait, before I finish, here is the one... and ONLY piece of good news... we don't have to pay the deductible to have the jeep fixed. Since the company loaded the trailer incorrectly our insurance company is going to try to make them pay for it. Although, with my luck it will probably still come back to us... but I'm trying to find the silver lining here people!!
Now, back to the rest of the news. Yesterday afternoon, when I wasn't answering my phone, I was in my bosses office discussing a co-worker who they had just fired. Now you have to understand, in my company job security is almost guaranteed. They NEVER fire anyone. They normally give them a little raise and then hope that is enough of a push to make them look for something new.
When someone gets fired, it sort of sends people into a frenzy. Luckily this guy was really not all that upset about it. He didn't really want to be here and his performance had shown it. I can't really say more... you know that whole not talking about your work on the internet thing.
SO... today, I have decided the duck and cover method is the one for me. I will only leave my desk when absolutely necessary and will only drive places that are necessary. Like at 4:00 I must go to the mall to get my hair cut. Yes, this is a necessity. I also must look for clothes while I am at this mall as I have two pairs of pants that fit me. Five days in a week, two pairs of pants... doesn't quite add up does it?
Beyond that, all I can do is cross my fingers and pray to make it to the weekend. However, in case you were wondering, the hair cut will be the standard cut with my usual stylist. No highlights, or changes for me. I wouldn't want to tempt fate!!
So, where do I even begin?
Last week I found out that my husband has, once again, been laid off. Only this time, since it is his own doing we do not get unemployment. No, he did not get fired, and he did not quit. Someone, who should be taken out into the street and publicly flogged, let him drive a company vehicle.
For any of you who have ever had the misfortune of riding with Jake or even being behind him, or in front of him... hell anywhere near him on any road I would like to publicly apologize. He is, without a doubt, one of the worst drivers I've ever seen. He has gotten MARGIONALLY better in the past few months, but it is a slim margin.
Anyhow, he was backing this vehicle up and apparently was not watching where he was going. (Perhaps talking on the cell phone, trying to adjust the radio, looking for something under the passenger seat. You laugh, but I have seen him do all of these things while driving forward, why not reverse) I have not gotten the whole story, it's like pulling teeth with him, but he either hit something or the side mirror hit something. Either way, it is considered an accident. AND standard company procedure is that when any employee is in an accident they are automatically put on unpaid leave while the accident is investigated and drug tests are done, yadda, yadda, yadda.
So... this whole process has taken a few days. It happened on a Friday afternoon so of course you have to wait until Monday and then appointments have to be made and paperwork has to be filed... you get the point. So, LUCKILY he was able to go work for his dad this week so we at least have SOME source of income while they get the paperwork shuffle done and hopefully he will be back there on Monday.
Which brings me to the next in a long line of things for this week. Yesterday, while working for his father, Jake took a trailer to be loaded with tile and some other things. The people loaded the trailer incorrectly. Instead of distributing the weight evenly (It's an enclosed two wheel trailer) they put all of the weight in the back.
You can see where this is going can't you? While pulling on to the on ramp going 30 mph (we have a witness to this so I know he wasn't speeding) the trailer started to swerve and weave. Instead of just letting off the gas and coasting to a stop Jake hit the breaks. He knows now that this was a bad idea. A VERY bad idea.
Since all the weight was in the back of the trailer the front was sort of lifted up off the ball that was hooked to his truck. So when he went to stop; the truck stopped, but the trailer didn't. Instead it got worse. It whipped to the side and the vehicle and trailer jackknifed. When it whipped back, luckily the trailer came off the ball of the truck because it rolled end over end into the ditch. If it would not have come unhooked it would have taken Jake's jeep with it.
Now before you get too excited, his jeep did not escape unscathed. In the whipping back and forth process it ripped off the bumper of his jeep and bent the axle. He claims the frame is still straight, but the rear end (??) will need to be replaced as well as some other innards. I know nothing about vehicles so bare with me here.
Since the witness says that Jake was not speeding he was not given any tickets. Well, that is not entirely true. The insurance card he had in his wallet expired January 7, 2006 and his new insurance card was somewhere in his vehicle among all the things that had been jostled around. Either way, he couldn't find it. So, the officer, being the lovely guy that he is, issued Jake a ticket for failing to have proof of insurance. Wasn't that pleasant of him? Nothing like giving a guy just in an accident a break huh?
This ticket, issued to us by our wonderful highway patrolman, is for $690.00. No, that is not a misprint. SIX-HUNDRED AND NINTY F***** Dollars!! Now of course, since we have insurance, and we can prove it all we have to pay is $30 worth of court costs. But we do have to take one more day out of our lives to go to the court house on July 7th and show them this insurance card.
But wait, it gets better. Oh how you ask... just trust me. This accident happened at 1:00 in the afternoon. By 4:00 when I talked to Jake he had still not mentioned it to me. He and his dad had decided that they would tell me when I was done with work because they didn't want to upset me when there was nothing I could do. A noble idea except for the fact that he called the insurance people to report the accident and MY NAME is the one on the policy.
So, at 5:00 they called me to ask about the accident. LUCKILY, and I use that term lightly, I was in my bosses office finding out some more bad news so I didn't answer the phone and once Jake found out that they called me first before they called him his dad thought it a better idea to call me and tell me rather than let me listen to the message. Always considerate aren't they?
Oh wait, before I finish, here is the one... and ONLY piece of good news... we don't have to pay the deductible to have the jeep fixed. Since the company loaded the trailer incorrectly our insurance company is going to try to make them pay for it. Although, with my luck it will probably still come back to us... but I'm trying to find the silver lining here people!!
Now, back to the rest of the news. Yesterday afternoon, when I wasn't answering my phone, I was in my bosses office discussing a co-worker who they had just fired. Now you have to understand, in my company job security is almost guaranteed. They NEVER fire anyone. They normally give them a little raise and then hope that is enough of a push to make them look for something new.
When someone gets fired, it sort of sends people into a frenzy. Luckily this guy was really not all that upset about it. He didn't really want to be here and his performance had shown it. I can't really say more... you know that whole not talking about your work on the internet thing.
SO... today, I have decided the duck and cover method is the one for me. I will only leave my desk when absolutely necessary and will only drive places that are necessary. Like at 4:00 I must go to the mall to get my hair cut. Yes, this is a necessity. I also must look for clothes while I am at this mall as I have two pairs of pants that fit me. Five days in a week, two pairs of pants... doesn't quite add up does it?
Beyond that, all I can do is cross my fingers and pray to make it to the weekend. However, in case you were wondering, the hair cut will be the standard cut with my usual stylist. No highlights, or changes for me. I wouldn't want to tempt fate!!
Thursday, June 08, 2006
When it Rains... it Pours
So, where do I even begin?
Last week I found out that my husband has, once again, been laid off. Only this time, since it is his own doing we do not get unemployment. No, he did not get fired, and he did not quit. Someone, who should be taken out into the street and publicly flogged, let him drive a company vehicle.
For any of you who have ever had the misfortune of riding with Jake or even being behind him, or in front of him... hell anywhere near him on any road I would like to publicly apologize. He is, without a doubt, one of the worst drivers I've ever seen. He has gotten MARGIONALLY better in the past few months, but it is a slim margin.
Anyhow, he was backing this vehicle up and apparently was not watching where he was going. (Perhaps talking on the cell phone, trying to adjust the radio, looking for something under the passenger seat. You laugh, but I have seen him do all of these things while driving forward, why not reverse) I have not gotten the whole story, it's like pulling teeth with him, but he either hit something or the side mirror hit something. Either way, it is considered an accident. AND standard company procedure is that when any employee is in an accident they are automatically put on unpaid leave while the accident is investigated and drug tests are done, yadda, yadda, yadda.
So... this whole process has taken a few days. It happened on a Friday afternoon so of course you have to wait until Monday and then appointments have to be made and paperwork has to be filed... you get the point. So, LUCKILY he was able to go work for his dad this week so we at least have SOME source of income while they get the paperwork shuffle done and hopefully he will be back there on Monday.
Which brings me to the next in a long line of things for this week. Yesterday, while working for his father, Jake took a trailer to be loaded with tile and some other things. The people loaded the trailer incorrectly. Instead of distributing the weight evenly (It's an enclosed two wheel trailer) they put all of the weight in the back.
You can see where this is going can't you? While pulling on to the on ramp going 30 mph (we have a witness to this so I know he wasn't speeding) the trailer started to swerve and weave. Instead of just letting off the gas and coasting to a stop Jake hit the breaks. He knows now that this was a bad idea. A VERY bad idea.
Since all the weight was in the back of the trailer the front was sort of lifted up off the ball that was hooked to his truck. So when he went to stop; the truck stopped, but the trailer didn't. Instead it got worse. It whipped to the side and the vehicle and trailer jackknifed. When it whipped back, luckily the trailer came off the ball of the truck because it rolled end over end into the ditch. If it would not have come unhooked it would have taken Jake's jeep with it.
Now before you get too excited, his jeep did not escape unscathed. In the whipping back and forth process it ripped off the bumper of his jeep and bent the axle. He claims the frame is still straight, but the rear end (??) will need to be replaced as well as some other innards. I know nothing about vehicles so bare with me here.
Since the witness says that Jake was not speeding he was not given any tickets. Well, that is not entirely true. The insurance card he had in his wallet expired January 7, 2006 and his new insurance card was somewhere in his vehicle among all the things that had been jostled around. Either way, he couldn't find it. So, the officer, being the lovely guy that he is, issued Jake a ticket for failing to have proof of insurance. Wasn't that pleasant of him? Nothing like giving a guy just in an accident a break huh?
This ticket, issued to us by our wonderful highway patrolman, is for $690.00. No, that is not a misprint. SIX-HUNDRED AND NINTY F***** Dollars!! Now of course, since we have insurance, and we can prove it all we have to pay is $30 worth of court costs. But we do have to take one more day out of our lives to go to the court house on July 7th and show them this insurance card.
But wait, it gets better. Oh how you ask... just trust me. This accident happened at 1:00 in the afternoon. By 4:00 when I talked to Jake he had still not mentioned it to me. He and his dad had decided that they would tell me when I was done with work because they didn't want to upset me when there was nothing I could do. A noble idea except for the fact that he called the insurance people to report the accident and MY NAME is the one on the policy.
So, at 5:00 they called me to ask about the accident. LUCKILY, and I use that term lightly, I was in my bosses office finding out some more bad news so I didn't answer the phone and once Jake found out that they called me first before they called him his dad thought it a better idea to call me and tell me rather than let me listen to the message. Always considerate aren't they?
Oh wait, before I finish, here is the one... and ONLY piece of good news... we don't have to pay the deductible to have the jeep fixed. Since the company loaded the trailer incorrectly our insurance company is going to try to make them pay for it. Although, with my luck it will probably still come back to us... but I'm trying to find the silver lining here people!!
Now, back to the rest of the news. Yesterday afternoon, when I wasn't answering my phone, I was in my bosses office discussing a co-worker who they had just fired. Now you have to understand, in my company job security is almost guaranteed. They NEVER fire anyone. They normally give them a little raise and then hope that is enough of a push to make them look for something new.
When someone gets fired, it sort of sends people into a frenzy. Luckily this guy was really not all that upset about it. He didn't really want to be here and his performance had shown it. I can't really say more... you know that whole not talking about your work on the internet thing.
SO... today, I have decided the duck and cover method is the one for me. I will only leave my desk when absolutely necessary and will only drive places that are necessary. Like at 4:00 I must go to the mall to get my hair cut. Yes, this is a necessity. I also must look for clothes while I am at this mall as I have two pairs of pants that fit me. Five days in a week, two pairs of pants... doesn't quite add up does it?
Beyond that, all I can do is cross my fingers and pray to make it to the weekend. However, in case you were wondering, the hair cut will be the standard cut with my usual stylist. No highlights, or changes for me. I wouldn't want to tempt fate!!
Last week I found out that my husband has, once again, been laid off. Only this time, since it is his own doing we do not get unemployment. No, he did not get fired, and he did not quit. Someone, who should be taken out into the street and publicly flogged, let him drive a company vehicle.
For any of you who have ever had the misfortune of riding with Jake or even being behind him, or in front of him... hell anywhere near him on any road I would like to publicly apologize. He is, without a doubt, one of the worst drivers I've ever seen. He has gotten MARGIONALLY better in the past few months, but it is a slim margin.
Anyhow, he was backing this vehicle up and apparently was not watching where he was going. (Perhaps talking on the cell phone, trying to adjust the radio, looking for something under the passenger seat. You laugh, but I have seen him do all of these things while driving forward, why not reverse) I have not gotten the whole story, it's like pulling teeth with him, but he either hit something or the side mirror hit something. Either way, it is considered an accident. AND standard company procedure is that when any employee is in an accident they are automatically put on unpaid leave while the accident is investigated and drug tests are done, yadda, yadda, yadda.
So... this whole process has taken a few days. It happened on a Friday afternoon so of course you have to wait until Monday and then appointments have to be made and paperwork has to be filed... you get the point. So, LUCKILY he was able to go work for his dad this week so we at least have SOME source of income while they get the paperwork shuffle done and hopefully he will be back there on Monday.
Which brings me to the next in a long line of things for this week. Yesterday, while working for his father, Jake took a trailer to be loaded with tile and some other things. The people loaded the trailer incorrectly. Instead of distributing the weight evenly (It's an enclosed two wheel trailer) they put all of the weight in the back.
You can see where this is going can't you? While pulling on to the on ramp going 30 mph (we have a witness to this so I know he wasn't speeding) the trailer started to swerve and weave. Instead of just letting off the gas and coasting to a stop Jake hit the breaks. He knows now that this was a bad idea. A VERY bad idea.
Since all the weight was in the back of the trailer the front was sort of lifted up off the ball that was hooked to his truck. So when he went to stop; the truck stopped, but the trailer didn't. Instead it got worse. It whipped to the side and the vehicle and trailer jackknifed. When it whipped back, luckily the trailer came off the ball of the truck because it rolled end over end into the ditch. If it would not have come unhooked it would have taken Jake's jeep with it.
Now before you get too excited, his jeep did not escape unscathed. In the whipping back and forth process it ripped off the bumper of his jeep and bent the axle. He claims the frame is still straight, but the rear end (??) will need to be replaced as well as some other innards. I know nothing about vehicles so bare with me here.
Since the witness says that Jake was not speeding he was not given any tickets. Well, that is not entirely true. The insurance card he had in his wallet expired January 7, 2006 and his new insurance card was somewhere in his vehicle among all the things that had been jostled around. Either way, he couldn't find it. So, the officer, being the lovely guy that he is, issued Jake a ticket for failing to have proof of insurance. Wasn't that pleasant of him? Nothing like giving a guy just in an accident a break huh?
This ticket, issued to us by our wonderful highway patrolman, is for $690.00. No, that is not a misprint. SIX-HUNDRED AND NINTY F***** Dollars!! Now of course, since we have insurance, and we can prove it all we have to pay is $30 worth of court costs. But we do have to take one more day out of our lives to go to the court house on July 7th and show them this insurance card.
But wait, it gets better. Oh how you ask... just trust me. This accident happened at 1:00 in the afternoon. By 4:00 when I talked to Jake he had still not mentioned it to me. He and his dad had decided that they would tell me when I was done with work because they didn't want to upset me when there was nothing I could do. A noble idea except for the fact that he called the insurance people to report the accident and MY NAME is the one on the policy.
So, at 5:00 they called me to ask about the accident. LUCKILY, and I use that term lightly, I was in my bosses office finding out some more bad news so I didn't answer the phone and once Jake found out that they called me first before they called him his dad thought it a better idea to call me and tell me rather than let me listen to the message. Always considerate aren't they?
Oh wait, before I finish, here is the one... and ONLY piece of good news... we don't have to pay the deductible to have the jeep fixed. Since the company loaded the trailer incorrectly our insurance company is going to try to make them pay for it. Although, with my luck it will probably still come back to us... but I'm trying to find the silver lining here people!!
Now, back to the rest of the news. Yesterday afternoon, when I wasn't answering my phone, I was in my bosses office discussing a co-worker who they had just fired. Now you have to understand, in my company job security is almost guaranteed. They NEVER fire anyone. They normally give them a little raise and then hope that is enough of a push to make them look for something new.
When someone gets fired, it sort of sends people into a frenzy. Luckily this guy was really not all that upset about it. He didn't really want to be here and his performance had shown it. I can't really say more... you know that whole not talking about your work on the internet thing.
SO... today, I have decided the duck and cover method is the one for me. I will only leave my desk when absolutely necessary and will only drive places that are necessary. Like at 4:00 I must go to the mall to get my hair cut. Yes, this is a necessity. I also must look for clothes while I am at this mall as I have two pairs of pants that fit me. Five days in a week, two pairs of pants... doesn't quite add up does it?
Beyond that, all I can do is cross my fingers and pray to make it to the weekend. However, in case you were wondering, the hair cut will be the standard cut with my usual stylist. No highlights, or changes for me. I wouldn't want to tempt fate!!
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
After 10 trips your 11th is Free
This is an update to the previous post so if you haven't read it yet go there first. Well... go on... I'll wait....
Back now? Good... moving on...
I just got a phone call from Danette. Apparently last night Emma wiped out on her bike and now has a black eye and a 3 inch scrape on her back. Luckily she was wearing her helmet because she cracked the front of the helmet (but not her head).
So, we are officially changing the suggesting to a child punch card instead of just a boy punch card. Luckily because of the helmet they did not have to visit the emergency room, although when they went to get Bryce's stitches out today she still had to tell everyone what happened and show them her battle wounds.
Think she wants just a little bit of the attention her brother has been receiving since Friday??
Back now? Good... moving on...
I just got a phone call from Danette. Apparently last night Emma wiped out on her bike and now has a black eye and a 3 inch scrape on her back. Luckily she was wearing her helmet because she cracked the front of the helmet (but not her head).
So, we are officially changing the suggesting to a child punch card instead of just a boy punch card. Luckily because of the helmet they did not have to visit the emergency room, although when they went to get Bryce's stitches out today she still had to tell everyone what happened and show them her battle wounds.
Think she wants just a little bit of the attention her brother has been receiving since Friday??
Dinner, Dancing, & a Trip to the Emergency Room
So on Friday...
Yes I know, I'm a little late in posting this. However, I figured today would be a perfect day to do it. I want to take every advantage of this 06/06/06 date you know!! Besides, I've been busy, what with the sleeping, and the eating, and the laundry.
Oh, the laundry.
No, I have not dug myself out yet. Yes, the underwear I'm wearing are clean. So is the shirt. The rest... well it looks clean damn it. And I'm trying here... I never claimed to be Suzy homemaker or anything!!
Do you want to hear this story or not?
Fine!! AS I WAS SAYING...
On Friday Danette, Matt, Jake and I (and the two kidlets) decided that it would be nice to go out to dinner. So we called ahead to this restaurant so that could wait at home, instead of there. Hoping to avoid as many tantrums and meltdowns as possible. You know how impatient my husband can be!! ;-)
When we arrive we were seated right away. The wait was not too long for our food and while we were waiting Emma got to dance with the waitress. See in this restaurant when Cotton Eyed Joe comes on all of the waiters and waitresses dance. Emma LOVES to dance so this was a big deal to her.
After we were all done eating Danette decided to take the kids outside to walk around while we waited on our bill. Jake went into the bathroom so it was just Matt & I sitting at the table. I was digging in my purse when I heard him exclaim oh shit and jump up from the table. I didn't think anything of it. I just thought that he didn't have the card and he had to go get it from Danette outside.
The next thing I know they both come back from the area of the bathroom and Danette is holding Bryce and they are both covered in blood. This can not be good!! We jump up quickly and check out as fast as they can run the cards through the machine. Jake is out in the car with the kids when Danette comes in to get ice for Bryce's head.
Unfortunately the manager of this particular establishment was more concerned with her liability than with the child's well being. She made Danette stand inside for almost five minutes and give her a detailed account of what happened and how he was hurt so she could write it all down.
Finally we made it out to the car to examine the damage. The cut had stopped bleeding by this point so we were able to get a pretty good look at it. Apparently he had been walking on the sidewalk and had tripped, possibly on a rock, and had fallen into a pipe that was protruding out of the ground. The gash on his head was not huge, maybe a quarter to half an inch. However, since it was on his face and since it was somewhat deep the decision was made to take him to the emergency room.
On the way Danette made the comment that she had just finished paying off his last emergency room visit. (He had the croop.) It was then that we decided that if you have a boy you should receive a punch card when he is born. After the 10th trip to the emergency room the 11th is free!! With as many times as that kid face plants off of things or trips and smacks his head she could have that card filled up in no time!!
Once we got to the emergency room it was around 8:30. At 11:00 we finally got to leave. Yes, that's right... it took them 2 1/2 hours to put three stitches in his head!! It only took them 15 minutes or so to take him into the back, so the remaining time was spent with Jake and I, in the lobby trying to entertain Emma.
Let's just say they went on SEVERAL walks while I sat there hoping that every time the door opened it would be them. Bryce is handling his stitches like a trooper though. To prove that he was perfectly fine he decided to fall into the trash can in the van on Saturday and give himself a nice bruise on his cheek. Then later in the day he thought it would be delightful if he fell on the deck and smashed the back of his head and then fell one more time just for good measure.
I'm telling you, that punch card could really come in handy!!
Yes I know, I'm a little late in posting this. However, I figured today would be a perfect day to do it. I want to take every advantage of this 06/06/06 date you know!! Besides, I've been busy, what with the sleeping, and the eating, and the laundry.
Oh, the laundry.
No, I have not dug myself out yet. Yes, the underwear I'm wearing are clean. So is the shirt. The rest... well it looks clean damn it. And I'm trying here... I never claimed to be Suzy homemaker or anything!!
Do you want to hear this story or not?
Fine!! AS I WAS SAYING...
On Friday Danette, Matt, Jake and I (and the two kidlets) decided that it would be nice to go out to dinner. So we called ahead to this restaurant so that could wait at home, instead of there. Hoping to avoid as many tantrums and meltdowns as possible. You know how impatient my husband can be!! ;-)
When we arrive we were seated right away. The wait was not too long for our food and while we were waiting Emma got to dance with the waitress. See in this restaurant when Cotton Eyed Joe comes on all of the waiters and waitresses dance. Emma LOVES to dance so this was a big deal to her.
After we were all done eating Danette decided to take the kids outside to walk around while we waited on our bill. Jake went into the bathroom so it was just Matt & I sitting at the table. I was digging in my purse when I heard him exclaim oh shit and jump up from the table. I didn't think anything of it. I just thought that he didn't have the card and he had to go get it from Danette outside.
The next thing I know they both come back from the area of the bathroom and Danette is holding Bryce and they are both covered in blood. This can not be good!! We jump up quickly and check out as fast as they can run the cards through the machine. Jake is out in the car with the kids when Danette comes in to get ice for Bryce's head.
Unfortunately the manager of this particular establishment was more concerned with her liability than with the child's well being. She made Danette stand inside for almost five minutes and give her a detailed account of what happened and how he was hurt so she could write it all down.
Finally we made it out to the car to examine the damage. The cut had stopped bleeding by this point so we were able to get a pretty good look at it. Apparently he had been walking on the sidewalk and had tripped, possibly on a rock, and had fallen into a pipe that was protruding out of the ground. The gash on his head was not huge, maybe a quarter to half an inch. However, since it was on his face and since it was somewhat deep the decision was made to take him to the emergency room.
On the way Danette made the comment that she had just finished paying off his last emergency room visit. (He had the croop.) It was then that we decided that if you have a boy you should receive a punch card when he is born. After the 10th trip to the emergency room the 11th is free!! With as many times as that kid face plants off of things or trips and smacks his head she could have that card filled up in no time!!
Once we got to the emergency room it was around 8:30. At 11:00 we finally got to leave. Yes, that's right... it took them 2 1/2 hours to put three stitches in his head!! It only took them 15 minutes or so to take him into the back, so the remaining time was spent with Jake and I, in the lobby trying to entertain Emma.
Let's just say they went on SEVERAL walks while I sat there hoping that every time the door opened it would be them. Bryce is handling his stitches like a trooper though. To prove that he was perfectly fine he decided to fall into the trash can in the van on Saturday and give himself a nice bruise on his cheek. Then later in the day he thought it would be delightful if he fell on the deck and smashed the back of his head and then fell one more time just for good measure.
I'm telling you, that punch card could really come in handy!!
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Laundry, Laundry Everywhere
But not a thing to wear!!
Once again last night I choose being a bum over actually getting off the couch and doing anything. How many times can you use the sniff test on an outfit before it is deemed un-wearable? Actually, I've only got about 3 more pairs of underwear left, and I do draw the line there so I think I may have to break down and do something tonight.
Cross your fingers for me that there is nothing too enthralling on TV tonight. I mean last night there was the gameshow marathon, and Dateline's to Catch a predator on at the same time so I flipped back and forth. No time to leave the room when you have to keep flipping the channel.
Did any of you watch either of those? The to catch a predator I had seen before, well not that episode but another one. There are some pretty sick men on there, like the one next week (it's a rerun from two weeks ago) who strips down as soon as he walks in and has brought some cool whip for this 14 year old to do something with a cat. It took me awhile, but I think I have it figured out now. I just had to dig into that deep, dark recess of my mind. YUCK!!
Anyhow, the gameshow marathon was much more light hearted. It made me laugh to see all of these rich celebrities trying to price every day items. There was one woman (I don't remember her name but I know she played the mom in Rat Race) and they asked her if she did the grocery shopping in her house. Yeah right. These people probably haven't been in a grocery store in YEARS!!
Then came Deal or No Deal which you know, I had to watch because this INCREDIBLY FLAMING man in a pink shirt cried no less than three times during this show. Really, sat down on the stage and cried, and then hyperventelated, and then cried some more. So you know, I couldn't just leave the living room to do laundry because what if he fell over and hit his head and I missed it?
Of course after all of that excitement I was just SOO wiped out that I decided I just had to go to bed. I wouldn't have wanted to over extend myself!!
Maybe tonight... then again I do have three more days.....
Once again last night I choose being a bum over actually getting off the couch and doing anything. How many times can you use the sniff test on an outfit before it is deemed un-wearable? Actually, I've only got about 3 more pairs of underwear left, and I do draw the line there so I think I may have to break down and do something tonight.
Cross your fingers for me that there is nothing too enthralling on TV tonight. I mean last night there was the gameshow marathon, and Dateline's to Catch a predator on at the same time so I flipped back and forth. No time to leave the room when you have to keep flipping the channel.
Did any of you watch either of those? The to catch a predator I had seen before, well not that episode but another one. There are some pretty sick men on there, like the one next week (it's a rerun from two weeks ago) who strips down as soon as he walks in and has brought some cool whip for this 14 year old to do something with a cat. It took me awhile, but I think I have it figured out now. I just had to dig into that deep, dark recess of my mind. YUCK!!
Anyhow, the gameshow marathon was much more light hearted. It made me laugh to see all of these rich celebrities trying to price every day items. There was one woman (I don't remember her name but I know she played the mom in Rat Race) and they asked her if she did the grocery shopping in her house. Yeah right. These people probably haven't been in a grocery store in YEARS!!
Then came Deal or No Deal which you know, I had to watch because this INCREDIBLY FLAMING man in a pink shirt cried no less than three times during this show. Really, sat down on the stage and cried, and then hyperventelated, and then cried some more. So you know, I couldn't just leave the living room to do laundry because what if he fell over and hit his head and I missed it?
Of course after all of that excitement I was just SOO wiped out that I decided I just had to go to bed. I wouldn't have wanted to over extend myself!!
Maybe tonight... then again I do have three more days.....
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