We've been getting a rash of storms over the last few days. It will be bright and sunny one moment and five minutes later the sky darkens and rain falls in sheets.
Deb and I were leaving a store and it was already raining. I asked her if she wanted me to get the car and meet her at the door. I'm a good husband and I do things like that.
"No. I won't melt".
We took about ten steps and God tried. The rain fell in buckets and we were both soaked by the time we got into the car.
"You just had to say it didn't you?"
"Shut up."
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
A Conclusion
I have decided that I am not the best choice for visits to the doctor’s office. Not when surgical procedures are going to be done.
I took Dearth to the foot specialist today. He had to have an ingrown toenail removed. This is not the first time, so the doctor cut it out and then burn it with acid (so it would not grow back). Dearth didn’t want to go alone (I don’t blame him) so I went back with him.
We both made it through the needles, but when he started cutting poor Dearth went pale. He told the doctor that he was not feeling well and the doctor leaned him back. I was trying not to look, but I did when he said that. There he was, missing a third of his toe nail and a stick jammed into the open area. I assume this was so the acid could be place more carefully. I broke out into a cold sweat and prayed to God that I wouldn’t pass out. Both of us made it without passing out, but it was close.
The doctor was really good about the whole thing. He told us to take our time and brought us water. He handed the water to me even though nothing had been said about me almost passing out. I drank some. It helped.
Deb is going to have to handle those types of appointments from now on. I can only pass out so many times in a decade. It is a personal rule. It is also my story and I’m sticking to it.
I took Dearth to the foot specialist today. He had to have an ingrown toenail removed. This is not the first time, so the doctor cut it out and then burn it with acid (so it would not grow back). Dearth didn’t want to go alone (I don’t blame him) so I went back with him.
We both made it through the needles, but when he started cutting poor Dearth went pale. He told the doctor that he was not feeling well and the doctor leaned him back. I was trying not to look, but I did when he said that. There he was, missing a third of his toe nail and a stick jammed into the open area. I assume this was so the acid could be place more carefully. I broke out into a cold sweat and prayed to God that I wouldn’t pass out. Both of us made it without passing out, but it was close.
The doctor was really good about the whole thing. He told us to take our time and brought us water. He handed the water to me even though nothing had been said about me almost passing out. I drank some. It helped.
Deb is going to have to handle those types of appointments from now on. I can only pass out so many times in a decade. It is a personal rule. It is also my story and I’m sticking to it.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Papa Joe
Deb’s grandfather passed away. We spent a few days in West Virginia for the funeral. He was a pretty amazing man.
Farming was his life and that is what most people remember him for, but he also spent two years in the Army. He served under General Patton (I even heard him refer to the General as “Old Blood and Guts”).
Papa Joe earned the Bronze Star and had a short list of very impressive campaign medals for his service. Of the twenty years I knew him I can only remember him talking about his service once.
His life was centered around family and God. Don’t mess with his family and don’t argue to him about God. The first will go poorly for you and the later will be a waste of your time (you just won’t win).
I had the honor to be one of the pallbearers and we laid him to rest in a beautiful cemetery in the hills of West Virginia. It is where he grew up and it is a fitting resting place for him. We will miss him. Rest in peace Papa Joe.
Farming was his life and that is what most people remember him for, but he also spent two years in the Army. He served under General Patton (I even heard him refer to the General as “Old Blood and Guts”).
Papa Joe earned the Bronze Star and had a short list of very impressive campaign medals for his service. Of the twenty years I knew him I can only remember him talking about his service once.
His life was centered around family and God. Don’t mess with his family and don’t argue to him about God. The first will go poorly for you and the later will be a waste of your time (you just won’t win).
I had the honor to be one of the pallbearers and we laid him to rest in a beautiful cemetery in the hills of West Virginia. It is where he grew up and it is a fitting resting place for him. We will miss him. Rest in peace Papa Joe.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Damn it…
We need to cover an overnight shift for a Friday night. This means the person covering is working until 7am Saturday morning.
My boss emails me wanting me to work 6pm to 5am (my normal shift is 6pm to 2am). He was thinking that the normal 5am person would be in. I reminded him that it was a Saturday and no one would be in until 7am. Here is his reply:
What I will do is let you off early next Thursday probably around 10 or 11pm and you can come in at 8pm for the Friday shift and work until 7am person arrives.
I know it will be a long shift and I appreciate that fact that you can handle it for me.
Let’s talk about this when I get in tonight
Wow.
Really?
Can I work that please?
Here is my reply to that:
Oh that was well written.
What can I say? He’s a good boss. I’ll be working that Friday.
My boss emails me wanting me to work 6pm to 5am (my normal shift is 6pm to 2am). He was thinking that the normal 5am person would be in. I reminded him that it was a Saturday and no one would be in until 7am. Here is his reply:
What I will do is let you off early next Thursday probably around 10 or 11pm and you can come in at 8pm for the Friday shift and work until 7am person arrives.
I know it will be a long shift and I appreciate that fact that you can handle it for me.
Let’s talk about this when I get in tonight
Wow.
Really?
Can I work that please?
Here is my reply to that:
Oh that was well written.
What can I say? He’s a good boss. I’ll be working that Friday.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Snuggle Fest
We finally replaced our old bed for a new king sized one. It is refreshing to not get elbowed in the head or ribs when one of us moves.
The morning after the second night (of having the new bed) I wake up feeling a little claustrophobic. Athena is snuggled up to my neck. Joe is across my thighs and Topaz is sleeping on my feet. I reach out and I do not feel Deb. I look and she is there, but out of reach. There is room for another body between us. Where do the cats sleep? On me. What the Hell? I’m not even the one who gets cold.
The morning after the second night (of having the new bed) I wake up feeling a little claustrophobic. Athena is snuggled up to my neck. Joe is across my thighs and Topaz is sleeping on my feet. I reach out and I do not feel Deb. I look and she is there, but out of reach. There is room for another body between us. Where do the cats sleep? On me. What the Hell? I’m not even the one who gets cold.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
That which has been heard cannot be unheard
I was walking past the rest rooms at our local Walmart. A cute girl in her early twenties comes bouncing out and sits on her boyfriend’s lap. She looked very please with herself.
She giggles and leans over close to her boyfriend’s ear. “I just dropped a deuce in the Walmart restroom.” She laughs out loud.
She could have at least made an attempt to keep her voice down. Maybe even whisper.
I understand that this is a bodily function all humans do. I also understand that women/girls talk to their friends like this (privately). I would even expect to overhear something like this in a dorm. Not in public though.
I didn’t want to know that. I could have gone the rest of my life without hearing it. That would have made me happy.
Men like to think of women as sugar and spice. We like to spoil them and treat them as something special. We know you can talk like a sailor, but normally we do not want to hear it. Please don’t shatter our illusions of you. Thank you on behalf of most men.
She giggles and leans over close to her boyfriend’s ear. “I just dropped a deuce in the Walmart restroom.” She laughs out loud.
She could have at least made an attempt to keep her voice down. Maybe even whisper.
I understand that this is a bodily function all humans do. I also understand that women/girls talk to their friends like this (privately). I would even expect to overhear something like this in a dorm. Not in public though.
I didn’t want to know that. I could have gone the rest of my life without hearing it. That would have made me happy.
Men like to think of women as sugar and spice. We like to spoil them and treat them as something special. We know you can talk like a sailor, but normally we do not want to hear it. Please don’t shatter our illusions of you. Thank you on behalf of most men.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Messages on Valentine’s Day
Son: Are we doing anything today? (He is messaging me from school)
Me: I am taking Mom out. We have chicken nuggets in the fridge for you.
Me: We have reservations for 5:30.
Son: Lol sweet chicken nuggets
The sad thing is he meant it. He would have hated the restaurant we went to and chicken nuggets are a treat not a staple in the house.
I hope everyone had a nice Valentine’s Day.
Me: I am taking Mom out. We have chicken nuggets in the fridge for you.
Me: We have reservations for 5:30.
Son: Lol sweet chicken nuggets
The sad thing is he meant it. He would have hated the restaurant we went to and chicken nuggets are a treat not a staple in the house.
I hope everyone had a nice Valentine’s Day.
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