So, I’m set-up at my kitchen table, laptop open, totally “in the zone”. Birds are singing, pregnant women are speaking, and kids are flying around everywhere (as kids are wont to do…)
Whitney catches my eye and says, “Do you do that at the office, too?”
“Huh?”
W: “Do you randomly yell at your computer?”
Had to think about that for a minute.
“Yeah, I guess I do…” :-)
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Yeah, about that:
Whitney’s very strong, regular contractions just…stopped…right around 10 today. Then they went back to the irregular, 7-10-12-10 minute pattern they’ve been in for 2 weeks now.
I’ve gone through the gamut today–excitement, concentration, benevolence, resignation, exhaustion, anger, disappointment, and now (post power-nap) resignation.
Contracting since last night. Moderate to hard contractions since 4am. Joey at a friends house since 6:30 this morning.
Contractions in the 5-to-3 minute range. Waters intact, and no show yet.
Yeah…February of 78 was pretty bad
That’s when I was conceived. :-)
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We’re under a ‘Heavy Snow Warning’ for tonight. 3-5 inches expected. EVERYBODY PANIC.
Okay, done?
Good.
Yeah, probably gonna pick-up a snow shovel today, somewhere.
Jeff Roberts - Feb 2, 2007
Fond, FOND memories of that magical winter. Trudging through the snow to Mike Lee’s house where we mixed Campbell’s soups with spices from his mother’s cabinets…and sometimes even ATE our dastardly creation. Walking the length of the frozen creek through Sycamore Estates, almost shooting his sister’s eye out with a needle dart (OK, not so fond there), listening to AM talk radio where they had “snow shark” warnings. Ahhh, childhood.
I can only imagine, but what I’m feeling now is a nervous anticipation, similar to what I’d expect a paratrooper feels making his first jump. I’ve trained for this, but I’ve never done it before. Can I deal with having a daughter born on Groundhog Day? :-) (Short answer–sure…the nicknames they come a-plenty: Shadow, Weathergirl, Punxsutawney.)
We had a bunch of snow this morning (“bunch” in Kentucky-ese is 1 or 2 inches), so I went down to work to grab my laptop and I came back home. Whitney’s had semi-regular contractions last night after her acupuncture, so we’ll see what happens. I’m attempting to stay calm, but I’ve got this dual thing going on–I’m very here in the moment, and I’m also distant from it. Can’t REALLY believe I’m about to be a father.
Jeff Roberts - Feb 5, 2007
You can ignore this if my previous comment actually took…I guess Groundhog Day beats April Fool’s - we escaped that by less than 7 hours. Poor Katie would only be turning 4 this year!
Kinda messy out there. The bridge over I-75 and the on-ramp were SLICK!
Whitney - Jan 3, 2007
okie….thats an aerial view, prolly taken from a helicopter….no thanks. And it’s not cold enough here for you?! brrrrr…. :)
Actually, it was taken from a prop-driven puddle jumper that made me have flashbacks to the Movie ‘Alive’, especially when the guy talks about the approach into Quito, Ecuador.
I swear, the pre-merger Merc diesels are the automotive equivalent of Chuck Norris.
I’ve been touch typing ever since I was about 12, though that initial learning curve was steep, and I’m not all l33t like the guys who use the Dvorak layout.
Had a random thought this morning as I was clickety-clacking away on my 12th email…is typing a perishable skill, or is it muscle memory like bicycling? That is, if I stop typing today, how long (if ever) would it take me to forget how to type?
But, Wal mart TLE [Tire/Lube Express] isn’t there for knowledgeable people who care about their vehicles. Wal mart TLE is there for Mama with her Taurus or Trans Sport who runs the tires till they’re bald and the oil till it is so black it has it’s own gravity.
Ah, I love The Car Lounge
:) hehe
As one (satisfied) customer said “If I’m going to pay $4 for a cup of coffee, I’m not going to get served by a guy.”
Watched this trainwreck with Whitney last night. Full disclosure: I LOVE Maya Rudolph.
Love her. Don’t know why.
Anyway, the movie’s basically Mike Judge running amok for 90 minutes with Matte paintings, bad SNL actors (sorry, redundant. Should say: “SNL Actors”). The premise is pretty good, actually–that smart people will be squeezed out of existence by dumb people who have LOTS of kids. Think the dumb kids in high school that get all the attention and resources, spread over a planetary scale.
JarvoSpeaks - Feb 5, 2007
Sounds like a classic science fiction story I read years ago called “The Marching Morons” … wonder if there’s a connection?
No, not the pitter-patter of little feet. Bought Joey and myself a pair of these:
Yep, Yamaha YRN-22B Baroque-fingering recorders. Perfect instrument to teach some musical basics. I still have my tenor sax and a frankenstein clarinet from my days in the Breathitt County High School Band of Pride, but neither is suited to a 6-year-old.
Music was a big part my life, and now I’d like to at least introduce that to Joey and the rest of our children. If he likes it, great. If he doesn’t, that’s fine too, but at least it will broaden his horizons a bit.
Whitney - Jan 5, 2007
I’ll scratch your inner band geek…..hehe
…..unless it’s wearing a onesie that is….
Yeah, I could never master altissimo either (that’s the squealing harmonic notes, right??). That’s when I realized I’d never be the world’s greatest alto saxophone player.
Recorders are cool, if you get two or more going together it sounds like the beginning of Stairway to Heaven …
Short version: Because I’m a zombie on Fridays.
Since my prolonged Christmas break, I’ve shifted my schedule around. And by “shifted”, that means getting to work earlier and leaving at the same time or later. On the whole, this works out great Monday->Wednesday, is passable on Thursday, but by Friday I’m just mental mush.
In fact, I’m writing this blog just to try and get some creative juices flowing.
Thanks for bothering you
Bye
Ah, India.
:-) Anthropologists love the mundane. They study the way people live day-to-day, the things we take for granted. So, here’s a snapshot of my typical Monday:
4:54 am: Wake up and realize it’s almost time to get up, but fall back asleep anyway, entering the depths of REM just in time for…
5am: Alarm goes off. Hit snooze bar for 9 minutes.
5:06am: Inexplicably wake-up, turn off alarm and arise from bed.
