Friday, January 30, 2009

It's different.

I don't wear jewelry except for my wedding ring which I wear on the wrong finger of the wrong hand.

Until now.

Soon I will have a little silver cross that I will wear around my neck.

It looks like this.

Now I know this may not be very exciting but the cross comes from the Batesville Cremation Catalog. I believe they purchase them from the Funeral and Cremation Emporium.

If you are trying to figure out why I am buying something from Batesville then just read this previous post.

These are the features as stated on their web site:

-Discover an elegant way to hold loved ones close
-Sleek designs offer a form of expression that is both fashionable and loying. (This is not my type-o)
-A fresh twist on traditional style touches the heart and pleases the eye.

I don't know if I am buying their sales pitch at all but before 2 days ago I did not know these things existed and my wife was very shocked that I wanted it after she suggested it.

Here is what I told her, no matter how much we talk, I will never know what she was going thru. Weeks of ultrasounds, and heart beats, growth measurements, and movements. Prenatals, bleeding, cramping. I watched it all. But as close as I was I was still a step away. She doesn't know how amazing she was and is thru the whole situation. Not jus with me but with our kids and with herself.

I want this to remind me of the person I sleep with every night. I want this to remind me of the person I wake up with everyday. I am willing to admit that sometimes I forget how great she is. I hope this helps.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

To old for this .

First I would love to steal the words of the great Dr. Zibbs and congratulate all 3 of you good people who have subscribed to this blog. I hope these words console you in your times of disappointment which will happen because you are now following this blog.
And in conjunction with this congratulatory announcement, I will soon announce that the first 5 subscribers will be receiving a special (and certainly not from the back of my closet) prize.

Now on to bigger and different things.
I just got into a fight.

Well let me re-phrase that.......I just dented the hood of my Jeep with another individual.

I feel weird and can't stop thinking "What the hell, I'm not 17!!!!!!"

So here ya go:

It's a little past 8:30 EST and I'm taking my daily trip to the local mini-mart. I look forward to this trip because being unemployed, it's one of the few reasons I have to get out of the house.
Not many cars were in the parking lot so I got to park relatively close to the door. There is a man standing if front smoking. Not uncommon but less common when there isn't a line of cars in front of the store. When I step out of my Jeep, the man makes a bee line and steps into my path before I am past my front bumper.

(I will admit her that all of my sensors are at full tilt.)

Man: Where you going?

Me: (Dumbest answer I've ever given) Into the store.

Man: You got time to gib (Yes GIB) me a ride somewhere.

Me: Nah man, ain't got no time.

(I usually don't speak in an urban vernacular and when I do it's really, really bad. I start to walk past him on his right but he kind of steps in front of me so we both kinda turn and now I am almost facing the front of my Jeep.)

Whiny pleading Man: Come on Man.

Me : Nah.

So I walk into the store. The guys in there tell me they told him to leave the store because he was acting inappropriate. I asked them why don't they call the police and have him nudged off the property. They all shrugged.

So I make my purchase and head for the Jeep. As I walk out of one of the two glass doors I noticed "Man" was back to his original smoking position. Sensors are still on full but I proceed to my vehicle. Three steps into my walk back to the Jeep I get grabbed on the back of my sweatshirt and It's like I'm being pushed forward. I don't push so easily.

Here is where I skip the bull****.

I don't know what this guys problem was.
I have made assumptions on what new medical issues he may be suffering currently but here is the weird part that makes me kind of uncomfortable.

I get in my car and my cell phone rings. It's my wife. She asks if I can pick up 2 of those strawberry crunch covered ice cream things she likes. I say yeah and get out of my Jeep, walk past the "Man", go back to the store and purchase said ice cream . I come out and he is still in a submissive position. I get in my car and drive away.

I can't quite wrap my head around how I feel right now except "What the Fuck!"

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Simple but dumb.

The Setting:

Three children in living room, T.V. on in the background.

7yr old boy: "Nationwide is on your side, Nationwide is on your side, Nationwide is on your side."

Turns to 3 yr old brother.

7yr old boy: "Nationwide IS on your side."

3yr old boy: "No it's not!"

7yr old boy: "Yes it is!"

3yr old boy: "No it's not!" (Tears forming)

7yr old boy: "Nationwide IS on your side!"

3yr old boy: (Crying) "NO IT'S NOT!!!!"

7yr old boy: "Nationwide is on YOUR SIDE!!!!!"

Sounds of a physical skirmish followed by a siren style cry and hard footsteps across a hardwood floor. 3yr old enters kitchen, arms outstretched, fake tears in eyes.

3yr old boy: "Daddy Nationwide is not on MY side it's on HIS side!!!"

Father accepts boy into open arms.

O.K. I'll say it.

I have been a little out of the loop so excuse me while I catch up.

We have a new president.

Now the papers and the t.v. may be discussing the ramifications of this, that and the other thing but has anyone brought up the fact that historically, this president may have the largest presidential penis ever.

It's possible that not since the time of Lincoln has America been led by a guy this well hung.

What does this potentially hold for the country's future?

Well I'm no Psychic but let's look at the history:

George Washington: average but apparently had like 30 dicks according to sources.

Abe Lincoln: Stove pipe hat and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal. He wasn't the creator of the Mason Dick-son line and the Lincoln log for nothing.

Warren G. Harding: Erectile dysfunction. Irony, even at the highest levels.

FDR: Polio my ass. His shit was so big he had to wheel it around.

JFK: Surprisingly average but the ladies say he was a great orator.

Richard M. Nixon: Was the original "Little Richard"

William Jefferson Clinton: Average but well skilled with toys.

So we will have to see what the future holds for us boys and girls but I'm willing to bet that the next time we hear "OH God" coming from the White House, it will be from Michelle Obama and will have a whole different meaning.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I am back......sort of.

For those of you who don't know I was once Anonymous or better yet anonymousandloving. I left that blog for this one. That's a whole boring story but I won't bore you with that when I can bore you with this.

I know you are asking yourself (all 2 of you) " Where have you been?" I have debated whether or not I was going to tell this story and decided it may be good for the soul.

At the end of September I lost my job of 14yrs. I didn't see it as too much of a problem until the economy went totally ape shit and now finding a job in my field seems more and more like a long shot. Anyway, if being unemployed wasn't enough, my wife was pregnant with our 4Th child. She was not doing well and bleeding everyday so she had to go on bed rest. So being unemployed turned out to be a positive. I could take care of the house and the 3 others (7,3 and 2 yrs respectively) while she took care of herself. (In a manner of speaking)

Fast forward to January;

Without giving you a bunch of medical stuff, the baby was growing and doing what it was supposed to do but everything else was going wrong so my wife was hospitalized. And then, after a week there was no amnio fluid around the baby. My wife's water didn't break there was just no fluid and after a few days we learned the baby wasn't making more.

Fast forward more;

My wife began to hemorrhage.

23 weeks old, not good. No amnio fluid, not good. Low fluid since week 9, not good.

She was born in January. She couldn't take a breath.

10 stubby fingers. 10 stubby toes. 2 eyes, 2 arm 2 legs.

She was cremated on Monday.

We called her Grace Ann.