Howdy All,
We went to the pediatrician today and Junior checked out A OK. He's up to 10 lbs 1 ounce, up from 8 lbs 6 ounces on December 21. He's also now 22.5 inches.
No problems at all!!!
Best,
Pappa
Friday, January 12, 2007
AR State Parole Board Resignation
Following are the reasons that an AR State Parole Board Member was forced to resign from his post. This is copy and pasted directly from an article in the ARDEMGAZ found at:
http://www.arkansasonline.com/ShowStoryTemplate.asp?Path=ArDemocrat/2007/01/12&ID=Ar00103&Section=Arkansas
1. Rudeness at parole hearings.
2. Poor treatment of inmates’ families.
3. Taking snacks provided at the hearings and becoming angry if snacks were not available.
4. Routinely hugging a female staff member and patting her buttocks.
5. Informing a female staff member that he has two favorite things, “p***y and p***y.”
6. Photos on his state computer of women and a man in the nude and off-color jokes. One long joke made fun of illegal aliens.
Classic.
EDIT: One of the best/worst thing about this is that this is one of the folks in charge of LETTING PEOPLE OUT OF PRISON!
Pediatrician updates coming later today. Stay tuned.
Pappa
http://www.arkansasonline.com/ShowStoryTemplate.asp?Path=ArDemocrat/2007/01/12&ID=Ar00103&Section=Arkansas
1. Rudeness at parole hearings.
2. Poor treatment of inmates’ families.
3. Taking snacks provided at the hearings and becoming angry if snacks were not available.
4. Routinely hugging a female staff member and patting her buttocks.
5. Informing a female staff member that he has two favorite things, “p***y and p***y.”
6. Photos on his state computer of women and a man in the nude and off-color jokes. One long joke made fun of illegal aliens.
Classic.
EDIT: One of the best/worst thing about this is that this is one of the folks in charge of LETTING PEOPLE OUT OF PRISON!
Pediatrician updates coming later today. Stay tuned.
Pappa
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
You Know You're a Sleep Deprived Parent When...
you go to a website with an advertisment that reads:
"Meet single babes in your town"
but in reading this headline out of the corner of your eye, you read it as:
"Meet single BABIES in your town"
My first thought was something along the lines of, "Huh? Are there married babies? Did I get beamed to some country with arranged marriages? Ohhhhhhhhhhhh......I see it all so clearly now."
Must. Get. Sleep.
"Meet single babes in your town"
but in reading this headline out of the corner of your eye, you read it as:
"Meet single BABIES in your town"
My first thought was something along the lines of, "Huh? Are there married babies? Did I get beamed to some country with arranged marriages? Ohhhhhhhhhhhh......I see it all so clearly now."
Must. Get. Sleep.
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Joke for the Day
An old prospector walks his tired old mule into a western town one day.
He'd been out in the desert for about six months without a drop of whiskey.
He walked up to the first saloon he came to and tied his old mule to the
hitch rail.
As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a
gunslinger walked out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of
whiskey in the other. The gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed,
saying, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?"
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance.
I just never wanted to."
A crowd had gathered by then and the gunslinger said, "Well, you old fool,
you're gonna' dance now," and started shooting at the old man's feet.
The old prospector was hopping around and everybody was laughing.
When the gunslinger fired his last bullet, he holstered his gun and turned
around to go back into the saloon.
The old man reached up on the mule, drew his shotgun, and pulled both
hammers back making a double clicking sound.
The gunslinger heard the sound and everything got quiet.
The crowd watched as the gunslinger slowly turned around looking down both barrels of the shotgun.
The old man asked, "Did you ever kiss a mule square on the ass?"
The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No. But I've always wanted to."
He'd been out in the desert for about six months without a drop of whiskey.
He walked up to the first saloon he came to and tied his old mule to the
hitch rail.
As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a
gunslinger walked out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of
whiskey in the other. The gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed,
saying, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?"
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance.
I just never wanted to."
A crowd had gathered by then and the gunslinger said, "Well, you old fool,
you're gonna' dance now," and started shooting at the old man's feet.
The old prospector was hopping around and everybody was laughing.
When the gunslinger fired his last bullet, he holstered his gun and turned
around to go back into the saloon.
The old man reached up on the mule, drew his shotgun, and pulled both
hammers back making a double clicking sound.
The gunslinger heard the sound and everything got quiet.
The crowd watched as the gunslinger slowly turned around looking down both barrels of the shotgun.
The old man asked, "Did you ever kiss a mule square on the ass?"
The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No. But I've always wanted to."
Just a Reminder
Hey All,
First, I've enjoyed this whole blogging thing more than I thought I would. Part of the reason I like my job is because I get to write for a living and I enjoy writing. This whole blogging thing is just another outlet for writing. OK, I'm a geek I suppose.
Second, I want to say that I also enjoy getting comments/feedback and appreciate those of you who have left comments. It makes this whole thing a little more interactive.
Just a reminder though, if you leave a comment, and you click the "anonymous" button without letting me know who you are, then consequently I have no idea who you are. Funny how that works.
So, 2 points:
1. Feel free to leave as many, or as few, comments as you like.
2. If you're comfortable doing so, be sure to let me know who you are. You obviously don't have to reveal your identity to the world if you don't like but give me a clue if you're comfortable doing so.
One more thing, I'll try to do a better job of responding to the comments too.
Take care,
Pappa
First, I've enjoyed this whole blogging thing more than I thought I would. Part of the reason I like my job is because I get to write for a living and I enjoy writing. This whole blogging thing is just another outlet for writing. OK, I'm a geek I suppose.
Second, I want to say that I also enjoy getting comments/feedback and appreciate those of you who have left comments. It makes this whole thing a little more interactive.
Just a reminder though, if you leave a comment, and you click the "anonymous" button without letting me know who you are, then consequently I have no idea who you are. Funny how that works.
So, 2 points:
1. Feel free to leave as many, or as few, comments as you like.
2. If you're comfortable doing so, be sure to let me know who you are. You obviously don't have to reveal your identity to the world if you don't like but give me a clue if you're comfortable doing so.
One more thing, I'll try to do a better job of responding to the comments too.
Take care,
Pappa
Monday, January 8, 2007
Pet Peeve
You know what my latest pet peeve is? No, you don't, but you're going to find out if you keep reading.
"At the end of the day..."
That's right, the saying, "At the end of the day..."
This saying has gotten COMPLETELY out of hand. People are in love with it.
"At the end of they day, people say 'At the end of the day' ENTIRELY too much and will continue to say it until Pappa throws himself through a window."
"At the end of the day..."
That's right, the saying, "At the end of the day..."
This saying has gotten COMPLETELY out of hand. People are in love with it.
"At the end of they day, people say 'At the end of the day' ENTIRELY too much and will continue to say it until Pappa throws himself through a window."
Had an Ultrasound on Junior's Hips Today
We had an ultrasound on Junior's hips today to see if he's going to have enough swivel in them to play cornerback for the Hogs....Not really.
Well, sort of really. We did have an ultrasound on Junior's hips today. He was breech, hence the c-section, and breech babies commonly have problems with their hips not "setting" properly. If they don't set properly the baby has to wear a brace for a little bit.
However, Junior's hips are fine. Everything turned out great. They have set perfectly.
I guess this means Junior won't be seen pulling a Forrest Gump: running down the road one day with the brace miraculously falling off. Or maybe we could've gotten a "Robo Cop" brace for babies? What this brace would have allowed him to do, I haven't a clue. Maybe get his butt out of the crib and get his own bottle? :-)
Actually, I don't know if I'm looking forward to the stage where Junior has locomotion (wasn't "the locomotion" a cheesy 90's dance tune?). Well, I'm looking forward to first steps and all that jazz but him standing up means he has access to things on top of tables and his head will have access to sharp corners when the inevitable falls occur. Mamma will be on pins and needles for both. We already have problems with Bailey (the dog) and her tail knocking things off tables. That tail is the perfect height to send a drink/picture flying.
Next we're going to put Junior on a treadmill to estimate his time in the 40 yard dash.
Pappa
Well, sort of really. We did have an ultrasound on Junior's hips today. He was breech, hence the c-section, and breech babies commonly have problems with their hips not "setting" properly. If they don't set properly the baby has to wear a brace for a little bit.
However, Junior's hips are fine. Everything turned out great. They have set perfectly.
I guess this means Junior won't be seen pulling a Forrest Gump: running down the road one day with the brace miraculously falling off. Or maybe we could've gotten a "Robo Cop" brace for babies? What this brace would have allowed him to do, I haven't a clue. Maybe get his butt out of the crib and get his own bottle? :-)
Actually, I don't know if I'm looking forward to the stage where Junior has locomotion (wasn't "the locomotion" a cheesy 90's dance tune?). Well, I'm looking forward to first steps and all that jazz but him standing up means he has access to things on top of tables and his head will have access to sharp corners when the inevitable falls occur. Mamma will be on pins and needles for both. We already have problems with Bailey (the dog) and her tail knocking things off tables. That tail is the perfect height to send a drink/picture flying.
Next we're going to put Junior on a treadmill to estimate his time in the 40 yard dash.
Pappa
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