1. Re: politics. Well, what’s to say? The job situation is gloomy, the White House, the Dems, and the legacy media (but I repeat myself) continue to lie about it to the American people, and the GOP response is to run Mitt Romney, who is so busy apologizing for every potential misstep made by some right winger somewhere that he hasn’t the time to do much else.
2. On the baby front, Tanner is 10 days old and doing wonderfully! He’s something of a cluster feeder, which allows him to sleep a bit more at a stretch than many newborns — great for us, in theory. That being said, he’s still a newborn, and I’m going on 2 hours of sleep and being kept alive this week by Kirkland chocolate-covered raisins and a muddy green Odawala Superfood.
3. — And yet somehow, I was able to sneak in a quick workout this afternoon, and I pulled 54# with my left hand (!) on the hub, a personal best. I failed with the right hand, but I have a bit of a cut on one of my fingers on that hand, otherwise I think I’d have had it. So go, Daddy!
4. Housecleaning: because some of you have asked, no, I haven’t heard anything else from confirmed anti-Semitic space titty scribbler and online role-player / verbal warrior Marc Elliott L’Hommedieu. Which doesn’t mean he isn’t working behind the scenes on some kind of new attack to trouble my filthy Kikeness — just that I have no recent incidents to report. But all that means is that Marc Elliott L’Hommedieu, formerly of Middle Tennessee State University, has taken his anti-Semitic space titty scribbling underground — likely in a room made to look like the Star Trek deck and featuring a mini-fridge jammed full of pepperoni pizza Hot Pockets.
And no, I’ve still not received any kind of cease and desist letter. But then, you probably already guessed that.
5. Thanks to all who’ve contributed to the fund raiser. As things settle down more around here, I hope to get back to some kind of more regular posting. But first, sleep. And diapers loaded with what I know can’t be mustard, and yet …
6. Q: What do you get when you cross a randy drunken armadillo with a newborn baby boy? A: What am I, nuts? I’ve got that little bastard penned up in the lazy susan, stuffed in a large Tupperwear bin I half filled with seltzer water and shut with electrical tape.
And the little panzer rat I’m keeping a close eye on, too.
Thanks for those six but I was also hoping for a Derby pick. Fine, I guess you’re busy.
I think you should send a mustard covered hot dog to Marc.
Because you care.
Having recently been through the drill myself I commend you on your resilience and fortitude; I have to admit, I never thought of the chocolate covered raisins goind instead with some bargain trail mix from BJ’s…
I’m pleasantly surprised you can post anything at all! Heck, I’ve barely been able to read let alone comment now that I’m officially doing the Mr Mom run. My hat is off to you sir :)
Take care and try to get some sleep, and maybe work a little on divining a Derby pick; Baby needs a new pair of shoes!
My regards to you, Mrs Jeff, Satch, and Tanner. May God bless and keep you all.
Get plenty of pics. And then some more!
Hi, Bob! Is Bobby walking now?
He also needs a little sister.
He does indeed need a little sister Leigh which I’m working on ;) And he’s kind of walking…
He can stand unassisted, but face-plants if he moves, still he does ok when holding on to stuff; as long as he remembers to keep from tangling his legs :)
Thanks for asking.
He’ll get it figured out and then you’ll really be off to the races! My boys (one named Bob, btw) all crawled, stood up and then ran. None of that walking jazz for them. They had places to go.
Good luck on the little sister. You got started later in life so making babies is job one and one job that no one minds. ;)
I am glad it is going well.
good luck mr. dad
May the Fourth be with you….
I am tired just reading about new kiddos…thank God mine are both older. Glad you are surviving Jeff – and good to see Bob R check in too!
I love the babies. And all the baby pictures.
Of course it’s easy for me to say since I only have one teenager at home now and he can’t drive yet.
“…being kept alive this week by Kirkland chocolate-covered raisins and a muddy green Odawala Superfood.”
Man, I hope you stocked up on latrine supplies and had the septic tank prepped for battle ;-)
Amen on the septic. We had to have ours pumped out this week. Fortunately that was all, and it didn’t need to be replaced.
We learned from the poo-pumpers that our septic tank is a whole lot closer to the house and the driveway than we’d been led to believe. They also said it should be pumped out every few years, which, they would.
Thanks for the update.
Enjoy these easy days while they last.
Forward.
OT humor break:
A Marine squad was marching north of Fallujah when they came upon an Iraqi terrorist who was badly injured and unconscious. On the opposite side of the road was an American Marine in a similar but less serious state. The Marine was conscious and alert and as first aid was given to both men, the squad leader asked the injured Marine what had happened.
The Marine reported, I was heavily armed and moving north along the highway here, and coming south was a heavily armed insurgent. We saw each other and both took cover in the ditches along the road. I yelled to him that Saddam Hussein was a miserable, lowlife scum bag who got what he deserved. and he yelled back that Barack Obama is a lying, good-for-nothing, left wing Commie who isn’t even an American. So I said that Osama Bin Laden dresses and acts like a frigid, mean-spirited lesbian! He retaliated by yelling, Oh yeah? Well, so does Nancy Pelosi!
And, there we were, in the middle of the road, shaking hands, when a truck hit us.
Stolen from the comments here: http://wormme.com/2012/05/01/indian-say-how/#comments
Did Jeff post this?
Jeff, if youthe recall, the mustard changes when they start scarfing down semisolids like strained peas. You’ll long for the days of mustard.
Those are beautiful pictures, Gene. Although the last one looks like it’s from a horror film I watched a few weeks ago.