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Not posting regularly, or writing regular “I’m still alive” posts with very little content?
but busy.
Justin is doing well – pictures on the gallery site updated occasionally.
Jenny and I are adjusting to be being parents. Lack of sleep is so far the most difficult part. I’m sure new challenges await.
Back at work – some new projects, and a few new people, but mostly the same as before I Ieft.
When not working, taking care of family or sleeping (ha, sleeping – that’s a good one), I spend most of my time playing City of Heroes.
ok – bubye
I’ve finally gotten fed up with the bounceback spam to my domain email account. I took steps that I should have taken a long time ago, namely setting up my mail server to only allow messages sent to specific addresses to reach my inbox.
The reason I waited so long is that I tend to use a unique address whenever I sign up for somthing online. (It’s actually helped me ID a site that resold thier mailing list – naughty naughty.) I just went through my old mail and came up with 75 different addresses that I would potentially want to receive messages to. Not as bad as I thought. So I’ve set those up on my mail server and I’m currently sending everything else (*@) to my gmail account. I’ll spend a couple of weeks monitoring that box to see if there are any addresses that I missed before I set *@ up to bounce.
Now I’ll finally know how little email I actually get. :p
I had an infant and child CPR class today. 4hrs – non certification. I think it went rather well, once I figured out when and where the class was being held. (Heck I even got there *almost* on time. All I missed was the instructor introducing herself.)
I only had about 4hrs of sleep last night, (this morning if you want to pick nits,) and an 1.5 hr nap between getting home from the class and leaving for work. I’m really starting to feel it now. Caffinated beverages (and a quiet lab full of machines behaving themselves) are my friends.
Tomorrow has been decreed a day of cleansing. The house will be ready for a baby to be brought home. So it was written, so it shall come to be.
And lest I forget, the Wierd Al concert is tomorrow evening, yay! All work and no play (and no sleep) makes Hool a grumpy father-to-be.
Ok, enough rambling.
Edited on Aug 8th 2004, 05:34 by Hooloovoo
At our most recent appointment, (I’ve only missed one so far) the OBGYN informed us that while she’d prefer at least one more week, she’s comfortable with delivering the baby should Jenny go into labor at any point moving forward. She’s also comforable inducing at this point if there are signs of fetal distress.
“The only reason you’re still pregnant at this point is becuase both you and the baby are doing fine.” I believe was what she said. (The “You” in this case obviously being Jenny. My health, while important, has no direct affect on the course of the pregnancy.)
So the doctor is ready. Jenny’s almost ready (I think she’s tired of being pregnant, but still feels like there are things we need to do.) I think I’m good to go (mostly.) We have a car seat, we have a crib, we have baby clothes, and blankets, and diaper wipes, (but we need diapers,) and what seems like a million other baby-type accessories. We finished lamaz, I’m taking an infant CPR class next Saturday, and the hospital bag is (almost) packed.
There is still a lot to do around the house. We’ve resigned ourselves to the fact that the crib is going to be in our room at first. The computer/craft/storage room is nowhere near ready to be called “nursery” but it’s (slowly) starting to get there.
The due date is still August 28th. (Actual delivery date subject to change with no notice. Most first babies are late.)
Jenny and I are hoping for at LEAST one more week (I’ve got CPR Sautrday, we have tickets to the Wierd Al concert next Sunday, and we still have stuff to do around the house before we’ll really feel ready.)
My mother is hoping Justin is born on, or before, the 23rd (She wants a Leo in order to complete her Fire-Sign Trinity. My Father was an Aries, and I’m a Sagittarius.)
I think it would be cool if Justin was born on his due date (as I was) since it’s not that common.
There have been several people (including our new upstairs neighbor) say that it doesn’t look like Justin’s going to wait for his due date. (Hey, the fire sign thing is pretty cool, too.)
I’m just rambling at this point. Excited and nervous and and a bit overwhelmed by how much we still need to get done.
AAK!
VH1 has recently been producing a series of Decade Nostalgia shows.
I enjoyed “I love the 80s” and “I love the 80s Strikes Back” and got a kick out of “I love the 70s”, but I wasn’t sure I’d want to watch “I love the 90s”. I don’t think we are far enough away from that decade to really look back upon it with nostalgia just yet.
Of course that didn’t stop me from watching the 1993 episode when I came across it while flipping channels this weekend. I now have another reason not to watch any more of the I love the 90s series: I have chorus for “Informer” stuck in my head. Its been there for the last 2 days and I can’t get rid of it.
The problem is that I never could understand the lyrics to that song, so singing through the song once or twice (my usual method of un-sticking a song) won’t work. I did a search for the lyrics, but that doesn’t help much either, because I can’t fit them into the rhythm that is stuck in my head.
My only hope now is to find the song online at some free music streaming site, or try to get another song stuck in my head instead (preferably, one that I know the words to)
gah.
Jenny and I went to Redding for father’s day.
Short list of the things we did:
I think it was a good trip, overall. Happy moments, and sad ones too. I think it’s time for “go to bed”
Zhaneel’s Post reminded me that I had written something several months ago which I had intended to post. Actually, I did post it — as a Private Entry because I wasn’t entirely happy with how it had come out. I just went back and cleaned it up a bit, and now I’m posting it as a public entry…
When I was in first grade, I made friends with a girl named Tasha. Tasha had been blind since birth, and occasionally needed the help of a sighted guide to navigate around the school.
There were of course some interesing “perks”. We got to leave class a couple of minutes early – one of the things I did, was help Tasha get from the main classroom to the “special-ed” room at lunch and after school. I sometimes spent lunches in the “special-ed” room which included, among other things, a soccer ball that beeped, other sound-based toys, and braile typewriters. Braile facinated me, and I even began to learn who to read and write braile.
I once asked my mom why Tasha wore sunglasses if her eyes didn’t work.
“She’s probably sensitive about her eyes,” was the reply. When she noticed my look of confusion, she continued: “You’ll understand when you’re older.”
My mom was absolutely right. At the time, what I took her statment to mean was that Tasha’s eyes were sensitive; as in even though she couldn’t see, light could cause her discomfort. I imagined a situation similar to looking at a very bright light (like the sun) and having it hurt my eyes, only this was the effect caused by normal light levels for Tasha. (What I actually remember my mom saying was: “She’s probably sensitive around her eyes.”)
As much as the “You’ll understand when you’re older…” line irked me when I was a kid, sometimes it’s true.
I was curious about Tasha’s blindess, but didn’t see it as a reason to tease her (as many other kids did), or take pity on her (as many adults did). It was just a part of what made her unique. I think the fact that I treated her – for the most part – as just another kid was why she opened up to me, and began opening up more to the world. She began participating more in her regualr class such.
Her teachers noticed the change. I didn’t know it at the time, just as I didn’t notice the change in Tasha’s behavior that the school did, but there were plans to track us together — we would have been placed in the same classes through elementary school, and probably junior high and high school as well.
Near the middle of second grade, the my school district had a strike. My mother, being a teacher in another district – supported the strikers, and kept me home from school. 2 or 3 weeks in, she talked to the principal of her school, and I was allowed to join a second grade class in there, so I wouldn’t fall too behind. The strike was over week or two later, and I returned to my original school.
The following year, my sister and I transferred to the district in which our mom worked, and I lost touch with everyone I knew at my previous shcool; including Tasha.
From time to time, I think about her. I wonder how she is, what’s she’s doing now, if the school ever found someone else to track her with – that sort of thing.
Check out his recent pink numbers post. Granted, it’s a comentary on the Purple Numbers thing, but I’m missing the point. Or is that the point? I don’t know – maybe I’m the one who’s lost it. I should go to bed. Yes, I think that would be best…