June 24, 2012
My brother is in the hospital. I spoke with his wife yesterday and she said that he will be released today or tomorrow. He lives down in Louisville, KY, so if you are near Baptist East hospital can you stop in and say hi for me? People in hospitals love drop-in visitors dontcha know.
He was having trouble keeping food items down and had some lower stomach pains. It took the doctors a couple of days to figure out that his intestine was twisted. I am not sure if it was his small or large intestine, but does it matter? I asked my S-I-L how an intestine becomes twisted. Was he doing yoga? A lot of barrel rolls? Misunderstood the phrase "getting your knickers twisted"? Listened to too much Chubby Checker? They do not know how this happens. Sounds painful though.
So he had surgery to untwist and it went well. Thank you God for taking care of my brother.
In other news, obviously CJ is pretty concerned, aka losing sleep, worrying about his Uncle Mike. I am hoping to insert a photo here, but I have to wait until Beth leaves the room, and then I have to find the cord thingy. If there is no photo, use your G-rated imagination to see that CJ is in blanket/pillow heaven sawing some logs. He had some friends sleep over Friday night, so he is catching up on some zzzzs. Still kinda cute for a teenager, I think. When he wakes up I need him to sign a waiver.
Having a large teenage was very helpful yesterday. I was doing my effing physical therapy bike ride when I saw some neighbors trying to move a couch through their front door. They are older and were struggling. I stopped to ask if they needed help. They did not decline and I assessed the situation. It was a rather large 3-cushion couch with flowers on it. No, the flowers are not important nor do they add weight, I am just painting you a picture with my words. Just like Hemingway. The husband, Joe, was having some issues lifting his end. I ran home to collect my boy and the both of us managed to maneuver the couch through the rabbit hole into the living room. To be honest, I did not think it was going to happen. However, since Joe and his wife, Audrey, had moved the couch from the back porch to the precipice of the front door, we had to give it a shot. Audrey had just repainted the two front rooms with her son's help and this floral couch was going to be the finishing touch.
The reason this is blog-worthy is that Joe is 95 YEARS OLD. Good grief. In 48 years, I will be as old as dude who just moved a 3-cushion couch from his back porch to his front porch. I do not know how old Audrey is, but let's say Joe robbed the cradle and married someone 20 years younger. That means Audrey was repainting the two front rooms at 75 years old. Yes, with her son's help, but considering their ages, their son is probably in his 60's. Man I need to take care of these knees.
For the record, I asked CJ to sign a waiver and he did. I caught him right when he woke up. His attorney has still not allow me to post the photo. Something about losing the trust of the boy who was willing to sign a blank waiver. So I will publish this post without the photo, but check back later and see if the photo gets added.
Darn lawyers.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
I'm More Mature Today Than Yesterday
June 22, 2012
Here it is, Friday of vacation week already. Vacations go so fast it is ridiculous. Of course, having Target things to do on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday did not help slow the week down at all.
As for Target Tuesday, I think my interview for the real promotion and real pay increase went well. I checked my email on Wednesday and Thursday and heard nothing, but I won't take it personally just yet. They way I feel about it is that if the interview I had was not good enough, then I am not what they are looking for. Unless I went all Robin Williams and snorted some cocain prior to the interview to become "out-of-body fun guy", I cannot be more smiley than I was. One bit of feedback I received the previous week from my district manager was that I do not smille enough during the interview.
Let's see, tell me about a time when you had to organize your time and resources to accomplish a difficult task. Me answering, DM feeding back-hey you could have smiled right there. Really? Are you sure I wouldn't have appeared Charles Mansonish with an innapropriate smile just then? Whatever.
I had my doctor's appointment on Thursday for my real knee issue, and it went well also. The doctor said I do have some fluid, but since I have only been on the new anti-inflamatory a few days, we need to give it more time to work. His physical exam led him to believe that there is no tear. Thank goodness. I am now supposed to treat with some active rest. That means okay to walk, not good to use stairs, ladders, kneel, or do any deep knee bends. I think I can handle it. I even did a little bike riding since that activity is supposed to provide some physical therapy. I do not ride often and both my knees were like, "What the Eff!"
In other not about me news, CJ turned 15 1/2 on the 20th. No, we did not celebrate, but the significance is that you can get your driving temps here in Ohio at 15 1/2. I asked CJ if he wanted to get his temps, and he declined. He amused me when he pointed out that it's funny how the state thinks that on the 19th he is too immature to drive, but on the 20th, here's the keys.
I asked him why he declined the temps and he gave me a very legitimate reason. You remember how there used to be Scared Straight show? They send juvenile delinquents to prisons to have inmates scare them into not wanting to go to prison. It is also a good premise for preventing teenage pregnancy. No, not the prison thing, but having teens work a couple days in a day care. Not a lot of unprotected sex after that.
CJ's scared straight moment occured when he rode to see Great Aunt Rhetta with Beth and Grandma. Beth drove, but that does not mean she was in charge of the vehicle. Beth is neither the most confident drivier nor the best with directions to the West side of Cincinnati, so Grandma copilots. However, rather then choosing the most practical or direct route to the destination, Grandma chooses the one with the best visual aides to stories about her childhood or people she knew. It has a tendency to take you through congested, hard to navigate parts of town as well as Interstate 75 at rush hour. In addition, if grandma died on the way (God forbid), Beth and CJ would be hopelessly lost.
Needless to say, CJ has decided that he does not belong behind the wheel of a car just yet. He learned some new curse words on the trip as well. I am sorry I missed it.
We have 4 people using our wi-fi right now, so Blogger is acting strangely. I am going to go ahead and publish so you will be able to see what my posts would look like without spell check. I am not as think as you smart I was.
Here it is, Friday of vacation week already. Vacations go so fast it is ridiculous. Of course, having Target things to do on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday did not help slow the week down at all.
As for Target Tuesday, I think my interview for the real promotion and real pay increase went well. I checked my email on Wednesday and Thursday and heard nothing, but I won't take it personally just yet. They way I feel about it is that if the interview I had was not good enough, then I am not what they are looking for. Unless I went all Robin Williams and snorted some cocain prior to the interview to become "out-of-body fun guy", I cannot be more smiley than I was. One bit of feedback I received the previous week from my district manager was that I do not smille enough during the interview.
Let's see, tell me about a time when you had to organize your time and resources to accomplish a difficult task. Me answering, DM feeding back-hey you could have smiled right there. Really? Are you sure I wouldn't have appeared Charles Mansonish with an innapropriate smile just then? Whatever.
I had my doctor's appointment on Thursday for my real knee issue, and it went well also. The doctor said I do have some fluid, but since I have only been on the new anti-inflamatory a few days, we need to give it more time to work. His physical exam led him to believe that there is no tear. Thank goodness. I am now supposed to treat with some active rest. That means okay to walk, not good to use stairs, ladders, kneel, or do any deep knee bends. I think I can handle it. I even did a little bike riding since that activity is supposed to provide some physical therapy. I do not ride often and both my knees were like, "What the Eff!"
In other not about me news, CJ turned 15 1/2 on the 20th. No, we did not celebrate, but the significance is that you can get your driving temps here in Ohio at 15 1/2. I asked CJ if he wanted to get his temps, and he declined. He amused me when he pointed out that it's funny how the state thinks that on the 19th he is too immature to drive, but on the 20th, here's the keys.
I asked him why he declined the temps and he gave me a very legitimate reason. You remember how there used to be Scared Straight show? They send juvenile delinquents to prisons to have inmates scare them into not wanting to go to prison. It is also a good premise for preventing teenage pregnancy. No, not the prison thing, but having teens work a couple days in a day care. Not a lot of unprotected sex after that.
CJ's scared straight moment occured when he rode to see Great Aunt Rhetta with Beth and Grandma. Beth drove, but that does not mean she was in charge of the vehicle. Beth is neither the most confident drivier nor the best with directions to the West side of Cincinnati, so Grandma copilots. However, rather then choosing the most practical or direct route to the destination, Grandma chooses the one with the best visual aides to stories about her childhood or people she knew. It has a tendency to take you through congested, hard to navigate parts of town as well as Interstate 75 at rush hour. In addition, if grandma died on the way (God forbid), Beth and CJ would be hopelessly lost.
Needless to say, CJ has decided that he does not belong behind the wheel of a car just yet. He learned some new curse words on the trip as well. I am sorry I missed it.
We have 4 people using our wi-fi right now, so Blogger is acting strangely. I am going to go ahead and publish so you will be able to see what my posts would look like without spell check. I am not as think as you smart I was.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Is getting older awesome? That depends...
June 12, 2012
The Target continues to be a great source of constant entertainment. However, to make sure I still have this form of entertainment, I need to keep it as a source of income. Therefore, on my day off today, I have an interview at the district office for a promotion. In reality, it is a mock interview for a real interview for a mock promotion that pays like a real promotion.
Confused yet?
My real interview is a video interview with the group director on June 19th. In order to prepare for that, they put us through mock interviews, which happens today. I am typically pretty good at mocking people so I do not think today will go all that bad.
As for the mock promotion, Target has different pay grade levels and I am interviewing for a pay grade level increase. I would still be doing the same job, but for more money. It is supposed to be a reward for doing a good job at your present level even though you have declared that you are not interested in getting a real promotion to a Store Manager type position. I know it sounds complicated, but it all makes sense somehow. We will see what happens.
Either way it works out for me so I can continue to help guests at The Target such as one adorable lady I helped last week. She had done a fair amount of shopping already. See full shopping cart as Exhibit A. However, she came to me with her hands all flappy as her cart had come up missing. This happens on occasion as a cart attendant or team member will become overzealous about policing an "abandoned" cart. Or sometimes another shopper will mistakenly take the wrong cart and move on without realizing it was not theirs.
Fortunately, this guest had her purse on her shoulder, so it was just merchandise that was missing. Rather than having to reshop for all the things she had already selected, I tried to help her find her cart. I did find it in another part of the store and returned it to her. She was grateful and gave me a little smooch. What would Beth think, you may be wondering, about the smooch?
Well, since it was Beth who had lost her cart, I think she will just continue to be grateful.
Getting older happens to all of us. Beth and I were remembering last night how CJ had once worn diapers (Huggies I think), that had the baby Muppets on them. That seems like a long time ago. Pretty soon, Beth and I will be getting sized for Depends. That may not be all bad though if they start making Depends with Muppets on them. Who were the two old guys in the balcony? Statler and Waldorf. Depends with Statler and Waldorf on them.
Good idea, yes or no?
The Target continues to be a great source of constant entertainment. However, to make sure I still have this form of entertainment, I need to keep it as a source of income. Therefore, on my day off today, I have an interview at the district office for a promotion. In reality, it is a mock interview for a real interview for a mock promotion that pays like a real promotion.
Confused yet?
My real interview is a video interview with the group director on June 19th. In order to prepare for that, they put us through mock interviews, which happens today. I am typically pretty good at mocking people so I do not think today will go all that bad.
As for the mock promotion, Target has different pay grade levels and I am interviewing for a pay grade level increase. I would still be doing the same job, but for more money. It is supposed to be a reward for doing a good job at your present level even though you have declared that you are not interested in getting a real promotion to a Store Manager type position. I know it sounds complicated, but it all makes sense somehow. We will see what happens.
Either way it works out for me so I can continue to help guests at The Target such as one adorable lady I helped last week. She had done a fair amount of shopping already. See full shopping cart as Exhibit A. However, she came to me with her hands all flappy as her cart had come up missing. This happens on occasion as a cart attendant or team member will become overzealous about policing an "abandoned" cart. Or sometimes another shopper will mistakenly take the wrong cart and move on without realizing it was not theirs.
Fortunately, this guest had her purse on her shoulder, so it was just merchandise that was missing. Rather than having to reshop for all the things she had already selected, I tried to help her find her cart. I did find it in another part of the store and returned it to her. She was grateful and gave me a little smooch. What would Beth think, you may be wondering, about the smooch?
Well, since it was Beth who had lost her cart, I think she will just continue to be grateful.
Getting older happens to all of us. Beth and I were remembering last night how CJ had once worn diapers (Huggies I think), that had the baby Muppets on them. That seems like a long time ago. Pretty soon, Beth and I will be getting sized for Depends. That may not be all bad though if they start making Depends with Muppets on them. Who were the two old guys in the balcony? Statler and Waldorf. Depends with Statler and Waldorf on them.
Good idea, yes or no?
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Gregory House was not a real person? Wha?
May 29, 2012
Beth and I have been faithful viewers of the show House for several seasons. I think we have seen almost all the episodes either during their actual season or in syndication. We really loved the beginning seasons and tried to tolerate the last couple. It was easier in the beginning to get past the fact that he was an ass because the writing was so good, the diseases so puzzling, and the characters so lovable.
Lately, every time they tried to make us understand House or his ways, he ultimately made a decision based on what was good for him and only him.
I am sure there are many women and caregivers out there who love House, but that is purely because you think you can save him. Or change him. Ask Wilson and Cuddy if you think that is going to happen.
As for puzzling diseases, I am sure they could have puzzled us for several more years, but it has really become tiring for me to watch them be so wrong for 50 minutes and diagnose Sarcoidosis and Lupus, and some STD only to finally get to the actual problem. He inhaled a stick.
So last night we watched the finale, finally. We missed it the actual night of and forgot to DVR it. Beth had to sign us up for a free trial of HuluPlus to watch it.
So there we were, watching the dark puzzling end of House. We had fallen for many of the spoiler alerts previously, so the suspense was gone. We knew House was not going to die or go to prison, but that was it. And the characters that they had come back for cameos were interesting, but without Cuddy, ultimately unfulfilling.
It was time for the show to move on. I am glad we don't have to watch Wilson die. And I am worried about the diagnostic center at Princeton Plainsboro. Will Chase be able to become House? How many times did House come up with the answer to the puzzle by staring off into space and seeing some clue while his team cleaned up the latest spewed blood from the patient. I am not sure Chase can make that happen.
Perhaps I have not fully separated the show from reality just yet.
What were your favorite House moments? Mine were when he worked at the clinic and spent the 5 minutes with a patient. Something funny or interesting typically happened in there that got wrapped into a tidy package much more quickly that the patient upstairs. And, it rarely turned out to be something ending with -dosis.
Beth and I have been faithful viewers of the show House for several seasons. I think we have seen almost all the episodes either during their actual season or in syndication. We really loved the beginning seasons and tried to tolerate the last couple. It was easier in the beginning to get past the fact that he was an ass because the writing was so good, the diseases so puzzling, and the characters so lovable.
Lately, every time they tried to make us understand House or his ways, he ultimately made a decision based on what was good for him and only him.
I am sure there are many women and caregivers out there who love House, but that is purely because you think you can save him. Or change him. Ask Wilson and Cuddy if you think that is going to happen.
As for puzzling diseases, I am sure they could have puzzled us for several more years, but it has really become tiring for me to watch them be so wrong for 50 minutes and diagnose Sarcoidosis and Lupus, and some STD only to finally get to the actual problem. He inhaled a stick.
So last night we watched the finale, finally. We missed it the actual night of and forgot to DVR it. Beth had to sign us up for a free trial of HuluPlus to watch it.
So there we were, watching the dark puzzling end of House. We had fallen for many of the spoiler alerts previously, so the suspense was gone. We knew House was not going to die or go to prison, but that was it. And the characters that they had come back for cameos were interesting, but without Cuddy, ultimately unfulfilling.
It was time for the show to move on. I am glad we don't have to watch Wilson die. And I am worried about the diagnostic center at Princeton Plainsboro. Will Chase be able to become House? How many times did House come up with the answer to the puzzle by staring off into space and seeing some clue while his team cleaned up the latest spewed blood from the patient. I am not sure Chase can make that happen.
Perhaps I have not fully separated the show from reality just yet.
What were your favorite House moments? Mine were when he worked at the clinic and spent the 5 minutes with a patient. Something funny or interesting typically happened in there that got wrapped into a tidy package much more quickly that the patient upstairs. And, it rarely turned out to be something ending with -dosis.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Is that a balloon in your knee or are you just happy to see me?
May 28, 2012
I wrote and email to my sister in Atlanta yesterday to see what kind of vacation plans they had this summer, and she wrote back, ' What happened to your blog?" She wrote other things too, but also asked about the blog.
Well, I am not really sure what has happened. I think the biggest thing is that my life has become about two very uninteresting things lately, The Target and my knee.
About 5-6 weeks ago I sprained my knee taking up the tack strips for the old carpet in our basement. It is a real testament to how good a shape you are in when you can sprain something by kneeling. However, it did confirm my lifelong question as to whether or not I should have become a monk.
As a result, I have had two weeks of swelling, a day when it looks like I am going to start healing, a day when I do something bad for my knee, and then two more weeks of swelling. Bad things for my knee have been mostly centered around walking around The Target, kneeling on the floor to straighten/fill a shelf, or carrying heavy stuff on a bad knee. There was one instance though during which I helped CJ when the other referee did not show up for his soccer games by stepping in to ref two games with him. That was not the cure for a swollen knee surprisingly enough. AND, I gave CJ all the money from the two games. I may like that kid a little too much.
Thusly and therefore, I have spent most of my days off sitting on the couch with an ice bag trying to get the swelling down. I get well enough to go back to work. I also sleep with one eye open so that Beth does not smother me and my knee in our sleep. As you are finding out, this does not make for good blog fodder.
So this weekend, I am healing and enjoying the fact that Beth and CJ are out of school for the summer. These guys are way fun to be around and are very nice to me and my knees. We took the weekend to do very little and watch some movies. We watched both Mission Impossible III and IV. They turned out to be excellent action films that kept us on the edge of our seats for a couple hours each. Beth and CJ picked out those two. I picked one called Haywire which was also supposed to be an action film about a female spy done wrong who kicks everyone's ass, but it was dimly lit and they had to talk a lot about the ass-kicking which takes away the appeal.
I still have two days off left and it is going to be 90+ degrees outside. Not sure what that means for today, but it should be relaxing.
Since you are finding out why I haven't been blogging, I will take the opportunity to wrap up with one revelation I had for myself yesterday during service. The theme was that we can all be Evangelists about what we believe in some form or another without having bad hair and a bad suit.
I have decided that the youngsters at my store need some of the wisdom I can impart unto them. I am going to start eating my lunch in the break room instead of in front of my computer and have conversations with people. Since the people at my store have a great affinity for the game show network, we may just speak of who has the better bid for the showcase showdown, but who knows? We may actually talk about how they can learn to be better leaders and better people. I can be that guy for some of these people. Is this because I think I am a better person than most of them? Heck no! However, I do know a good person when I see one. And I can use this knowledge to help some of the people I see are having a bad day.
Maybe this will work, maybe not. I won't know until I give it a try. Here goes something...
I wrote and email to my sister in Atlanta yesterday to see what kind of vacation plans they had this summer, and she wrote back, ' What happened to your blog?" She wrote other things too, but also asked about the blog.
Well, I am not really sure what has happened. I think the biggest thing is that my life has become about two very uninteresting things lately, The Target and my knee.
About 5-6 weeks ago I sprained my knee taking up the tack strips for the old carpet in our basement. It is a real testament to how good a shape you are in when you can sprain something by kneeling. However, it did confirm my lifelong question as to whether or not I should have become a monk.
As a result, I have had two weeks of swelling, a day when it looks like I am going to start healing, a day when I do something bad for my knee, and then two more weeks of swelling. Bad things for my knee have been mostly centered around walking around The Target, kneeling on the floor to straighten/fill a shelf, or carrying heavy stuff on a bad knee. There was one instance though during which I helped CJ when the other referee did not show up for his soccer games by stepping in to ref two games with him. That was not the cure for a swollen knee surprisingly enough. AND, I gave CJ all the money from the two games. I may like that kid a little too much.
Thusly and therefore, I have spent most of my days off sitting on the couch with an ice bag trying to get the swelling down. I get well enough to go back to work. I also sleep with one eye open so that Beth does not smother me and my knee in our sleep. As you are finding out, this does not make for good blog fodder.
So this weekend, I am healing and enjoying the fact that Beth and CJ are out of school for the summer. These guys are way fun to be around and are very nice to me and my knees. We took the weekend to do very little and watch some movies. We watched both Mission Impossible III and IV. They turned out to be excellent action films that kept us on the edge of our seats for a couple hours each. Beth and CJ picked out those two. I picked one called Haywire which was also supposed to be an action film about a female spy done wrong who kicks everyone's ass, but it was dimly lit and they had to talk a lot about the ass-kicking which takes away the appeal.
I still have two days off left and it is going to be 90+ degrees outside. Not sure what that means for today, but it should be relaxing.
Since you are finding out why I haven't been blogging, I will take the opportunity to wrap up with one revelation I had for myself yesterday during service. The theme was that we can all be Evangelists about what we believe in some form or another without having bad hair and a bad suit.
I have decided that the youngsters at my store need some of the wisdom I can impart unto them. I am going to start eating my lunch in the break room instead of in front of my computer and have conversations with people. Since the people at my store have a great affinity for the game show network, we may just speak of who has the better bid for the showcase showdown, but who knows? We may actually talk about how they can learn to be better leaders and better people. I can be that guy for some of these people. Is this because I think I am a better person than most of them? Heck no! However, I do know a good person when I see one. And I can use this knowledge to help some of the people I see are having a bad day.
Maybe this will work, maybe not. I won't know until I give it a try. Here goes something...
Saturday, March 31, 2012
What is the 411 on 420 anyway?
March 31, 2012
CJ left town yesterday headed to Centerville, Ohio. He is on spring break this week and really knows all the best spring break destinations.
Actually, CJ runs the light board for the high school's theater department. In the fall, they performed a play called, "Piece of my Heart". It is the story of 6 women who went off to the Vietnam War as nurses, USO performers, Red Cross nurses, or Army nurses.
The play went off so well that they were invited to Centerville this weekend to have their play adjudicated. They are one of only five schools selected to have their whole play judged. Impressive. I have seen it once and it was very well done, though not as much fun to watch as their spring production, Footloose.
So the only contact we have had with our baby since he left at 1:00 yesterday afternoon, was a text at 10:00 last night saying the play had gone off perfectly. Therefore, I know he is alive. I guess he did not think I was serious when I said I wanted a text or email every 15 minutes.
That leaves Beth and myself with some free time today. We have some shopping to do, but it is only 8:07 and I don't want the stores to find me too eager.
I thought about playing some video games this morning, but Beth is watching television and it is probably better if I don't play anyway. I am not that good, but I still want to win. Sometimes I do okay depending on who else is on line playing some Modern Warfare 3 at that time.
I find there are 3 groups of players that are really good-teens, Mexicans, and pot smokers. I can identify which class they are in from their voices, their background music, or their call sign. With the teens, it is usually their voices as they actually sound like 8 year-olds over the headset. The Mexicans speak Spanish, have Latin music playing, and usually have "MEX" in their call sign. The pot heads are usually yelling up the stairs to their mom what they want to eat next, or they are talking to their buddies about why they are missing work, or they have "420" in their call sign.
The other night I was doing especially bad at the game, but I figured out the problem. The game waves were full of players who were pot smoking teenage Mexicans. I did not stand a chance.
Beth is done with the television so I may go play some. Since it is 8:15 in the morning on a Saturday, chances are the three main high performing groups are still asleep, sleeping it off, or telling mom they will be up in a couple minutes. We'll see.
CJ left town yesterday headed to Centerville, Ohio. He is on spring break this week and really knows all the best spring break destinations.
Actually, CJ runs the light board for the high school's theater department. In the fall, they performed a play called, "Piece of my Heart". It is the story of 6 women who went off to the Vietnam War as nurses, USO performers, Red Cross nurses, or Army nurses.
The play went off so well that they were invited to Centerville this weekend to have their play adjudicated. They are one of only five schools selected to have their whole play judged. Impressive. I have seen it once and it was very well done, though not as much fun to watch as their spring production, Footloose.
So the only contact we have had with our baby since he left at 1:00 yesterday afternoon, was a text at 10:00 last night saying the play had gone off perfectly. Therefore, I know he is alive. I guess he did not think I was serious when I said I wanted a text or email every 15 minutes.
That leaves Beth and myself with some free time today. We have some shopping to do, but it is only 8:07 and I don't want the stores to find me too eager.
I thought about playing some video games this morning, but Beth is watching television and it is probably better if I don't play anyway. I am not that good, but I still want to win. Sometimes I do okay depending on who else is on line playing some Modern Warfare 3 at that time.
I find there are 3 groups of players that are really good-teens, Mexicans, and pot smokers. I can identify which class they are in from their voices, their background music, or their call sign. With the teens, it is usually their voices as they actually sound like 8 year-olds over the headset. The Mexicans speak Spanish, have Latin music playing, and usually have "MEX" in their call sign. The pot heads are usually yelling up the stairs to their mom what they want to eat next, or they are talking to their buddies about why they are missing work, or they have "420" in their call sign.
The other night I was doing especially bad at the game, but I figured out the problem. The game waves were full of players who were pot smoking teenage Mexicans. I did not stand a chance.
Beth is done with the television so I may go play some. Since it is 8:15 in the morning on a Saturday, chances are the three main high performing groups are still asleep, sleeping it off, or telling mom they will be up in a couple minutes. We'll see.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
I also give him Jack Daniels for his cough
March 13, 2012
Hopefully we have escaped the ill winds of the past few weeks here at Casa Steve. The tornadoes that blew through the area missed our community and my brother's house down in Louisville too. There were lost lives not too far from either one of us, so we were truly blessed on that one. It never got close enough to my house for electricity to be lost or a trip to the basement, but my brother and his family did have to go to their basement. My nephew was the last one to arrive downstairs since he had to secure his valuable possessions-XBox, IPod, and underwear. Smart kid.
I have nearly survived the remodel process at my store and we have our grand opening with the new PFresh area on March 25th. I can then think about taking a vacation after Easter which seems far away right now, but will be here before I know it.
And finally, we have all three survived illness at Steve's hacienda. I had a sinus infection followed by rather serious allergy symptoms. It usually goes in reverse order, but my body decided to shake things up this time. Thank goodness for Allegra D and its healing properties.
Then my son had his turn with allergies and an antibiotic-also for a sinus infection. Genetics are awesome. Thank God we are not females or we both would have gotten yeast infections. That's the equivalent, right?
Then the worst of all possibilities happened, MOM GOT SICK!!!! Things were thrown off kilter here at Sanctuario de Esteban.
How will CJ and Dad survive? Should I go buy new underwear and clothes now? How long do you plan on milking this? Good, God, milk? How does this arrive in our refrigerator? Do we have cows outside? Do squirrels provide milk? Are my hands too big to procure the milk from the squirrels?
Beth does not get allergies. She hangs around sniffling sneezing school kids for fun. She gets sick. The congestion was messing her up the most once she solved the runny nose problem. You may think it's funny, but it's snot.
When CJ was three, he had been bothered by a stuffy nose for several days and was miserable. I decided to go to the store and solve the problem. I bought a kid's version of Afrin for stuffy noses. It worked like a charm, but is apparently not considered the best nose alternative for children. However, when Beth went to squirt CJ's nose the next night before bedtime with regular old saline spray, CJ cried and said, "Daddy gives me the flat bottle so I can breathe." He had chosen breathing over the possible side effects of nose bleeds. He lost his argument that day.
So what did Beth come home with Saturday night after a couple days not being able to breathe? THE FLAT BOTTLE! She had decided that a three year old knowing the difference was good enough for her. She can breathe now, but can she handle any further brain damage?
I guess we will soon find out.
Hopefully we have escaped the ill winds of the past few weeks here at Casa Steve. The tornadoes that blew through the area missed our community and my brother's house down in Louisville too. There were lost lives not too far from either one of us, so we were truly blessed on that one. It never got close enough to my house for electricity to be lost or a trip to the basement, but my brother and his family did have to go to their basement. My nephew was the last one to arrive downstairs since he had to secure his valuable possessions-XBox, IPod, and underwear. Smart kid.
I have nearly survived the remodel process at my store and we have our grand opening with the new PFresh area on March 25th. I can then think about taking a vacation after Easter which seems far away right now, but will be here before I know it.
And finally, we have all three survived illness at Steve's hacienda. I had a sinus infection followed by rather serious allergy symptoms. It usually goes in reverse order, but my body decided to shake things up this time. Thank goodness for Allegra D and its healing properties.
Then my son had his turn with allergies and an antibiotic-also for a sinus infection. Genetics are awesome. Thank God we are not females or we both would have gotten yeast infections. That's the equivalent, right?
Then the worst of all possibilities happened, MOM GOT SICK!!!! Things were thrown off kilter here at Sanctuario de Esteban.
How will CJ and Dad survive? Should I go buy new underwear and clothes now? How long do you plan on milking this? Good, God, milk? How does this arrive in our refrigerator? Do we have cows outside? Do squirrels provide milk? Are my hands too big to procure the milk from the squirrels?
Beth does not get allergies. She hangs around sniffling sneezing school kids for fun. She gets sick. The congestion was messing her up the most once she solved the runny nose problem. You may think it's funny, but it's snot.
When CJ was three, he had been bothered by a stuffy nose for several days and was miserable. I decided to go to the store and solve the problem. I bought a kid's version of Afrin for stuffy noses. It worked like a charm, but is apparently not considered the best nose alternative for children. However, when Beth went to squirt CJ's nose the next night before bedtime with regular old saline spray, CJ cried and said, "Daddy gives me the flat bottle so I can breathe." He had chosen breathing over the possible side effects of nose bleeds. He lost his argument that day.
So what did Beth come home with Saturday night after a couple days not being able to breathe? THE FLAT BOTTLE! She had decided that a three year old knowing the difference was good enough for her. She can breathe now, but can she handle any further brain damage?
I guess we will soon find out.
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