A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
A New Day!
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This Morning
5:20- Noah up and playing gameboy
6-8: went upstairs several times to ask boys to quit yelling.
Throat is on fire. Hurts to swallow. Fever gone (I think).
Baby just woke.
Yesterday
Spent the day sick with a 102.1 fever. My whole body ached. Stayed off the computer. It’s difficult being sick in this house; I feel guilty for not continuing on as normal.
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Ohio woman gives birth to sextuplets in one minute, “It was like a popcorn popper”
“…like a popcorn popper”! We named this one Orville and that one is Jiffy and the little one is Olive Oil and, oh yes, the one that is so alert is the Kernel and of course don’t forget Butter and Salt.
Lounged on the couch and stared at the television: Pyramid, History Channel, Aliens, and Bourne Identitiy (obviously not to completion). My symptoms are worse; my attitude improved.
The weather is improving dramatically also.
My wife awoke early so I came downstairs 9ish. My body was aching (physically shaking) and my mind racing so I gave into a “nap.”
* 9am sleep
* 9:20am phone rings, wife is looking for me; I’m up but return to bed
* 10 am awoke paniced
* 11 am awoke terrified
Here’s the internal details. Sleep was incredibly deep with unbelievably vivid dreams (and no, I took none of Cathy’s Tylenol). Most of the dreams centered on tasks that need to be done and how to accomplish them; some of the dreams revolved around getting my lazy tail out of bed; and some of the dreams were so dark that they won’t be mentioned here beyond this sentence-you know, dark in the way that make psychologists put little flags in their notes.
Now I’m up but so cold that I’m wearing leather duster to work. Typing has helped center me and bring some necessary calm.
Amy sits on her Radio Flyer car and leans to the right and says “whoa! Whoa! WhoA!” then sits upright and rolls around.
The wife stirs. I feel tired but I must work.
I just sat Amy (the baby) on the table in front of me with her back to the computer and her face to me. I gave her a kiss. Then asked her “what are your plans for the day?” to which she replied with seriousness “rgmph mmm ew Ah rgmple gratz” and I looked at her and studied her then said “you are a great baby! I love you!” and without saying a word she leaned forward, wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her cheek on my shoulder. After a great hug, she lowered herself to the ground and went to laugh at the snow.
Nevermind. The baby has declared she wants out.
The wife will be up in an hour and a half. We will spend some time together. I will go downstairs and try to be focused on my work. I want to complete all my work today by 3pm so that when Noah returns home we can work on the pinewood derby car together. There is so much to do!
Well, I’ve got my act together today! Apparently after cooking eggs, toast and sausage (Thank you George Foreman!) I apparently left the eye on the stove turned on while taking the kids to school. Then I stopped and put gas in the car (13.784 gallons at $1.559per totaling $21.49) and bought a gallon of milk and 1 lottery scratch off ticket (I’ve now bought 4 – $4 and won $2 so I’m in the hole $2 — I wonder how deep in the hole some of these addict are?). The catch? Apparently the whole time my pants zipper was down; fortunately I had my shirt untucked so I think I was well covered.
The baby has stirred. I must move down to my computer and try to accomplish something. I still have that 1 hour’s worth of work that must be done and I’d like to put another 3 hours into the project just to impress. The client called yesterday and I’m afraid to listen to the voicemail.
Sarah (10 yr old) did a beautiful job on her hair but we are late as all get out and she is moving in slow motion. Fortunely our carpooler called in sick today.
A New Day!
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This Morning
Woke at midnight to fight a shadow for the wife. Shadow flew back to Peter Pan like nobodies business! Who da man?!
* This morning I have a sore throat; hurts to swallow or talk. And some sneezing. I despire being ill.
Profoundness from a 7 yr old: While I am scrambling eggs in the kitchen, “Sounds like you are in a rock band!”
Too tired to carry on. Gonna add tonights wood to the fire and go to bed.
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We just had an erectile dysfunction drug commercial on tv that said “…although rare, erections lasting longer than 4 hours require immediate medical attention” BAH! Can you imagine!
[sidebar] I think in high school I probably needed medical attention on more than one occasion although I’m sure attention from any of the cheerleaders would have sufficed.
A new way to view London: from a toilet –
Usable bathroom exhibit boasts one-way mirrored walls
