Thursday, July 28, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Punch My Son?
I want to present you with a couple of scenarios that you can probably relate to:
1) Have you ever had a strong, yet random thought that you want to punch someone in the face? You're not mad at them, or angry at all (at the moment...) but you have this aggressive image enter your mind. And then maybe you laugh to yourself because of the absurdity of "what if I really hit my neighbor's grandmother?"
2) Someone pokes you 700 times in the arm. Eventually, you want to hit their hand and arm away because enough is enough.
Hopefully you can relate to these situations because if not I just sound crazy.
My son has been kicking and poking the crap out of me and yesterday I had the thought "one more time and I'm gonna have to hit you back." And then, "um, no, you can't hit your son."
1) Have you ever had a strong, yet random thought that you want to punch someone in the face? You're not mad at them, or angry at all (at the moment...) but you have this aggressive image enter your mind. And then maybe you laugh to yourself because of the absurdity of "what if I really hit my neighbor's grandmother?"
2) Someone pokes you 700 times in the arm. Eventually, you want to hit their hand and arm away because enough is enough.
Hopefully you can relate to these situations because if not I just sound crazy.
My son has been kicking and poking the crap out of me and yesterday I had the thought "one more time and I'm gonna have to hit you back." And then, "um, no, you can't hit your son."
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Ramblings of a Businessman
So I started work last Monday. Fortunately, I have yet to feel an overwhelming urge to get my PhD.
I had my first business trip this past week. I went to Seattle, which was nice. What was not nice was the in-flight movie on the way back home. Jane Ayre. Seriously. I would have enjoyed being in the conference room where it was decided that showing Jane Ayre on a 2,000 mile flight was a good way to retain male customers.
Speaking of long, painful journeys, my wife is beginning to worry about the pain of delivering Matthew. My initial reaction was to call her a coward. However, I later learned this is actually typical of human beings when faced with the prospect of spending upwards of 48 hours pushing a head-and-shouldered creature out of their suddenly less private, less special place. And don't laugh at 48 hours. Our birthing class instructor's third kid took that long. She refers to him as "The One I Love Less."
It also doesn't help that a couple of our friends at school just had an absolutely gorgeous baby girl. Being that E is not a sociopathic monster, she has no qualms with the beauty or femininity of the new child. The issue is that the absolutely gorgeous baby girl took 35 hours to arrive and came out roughly the size of a duffel bag. A just barely under 10 pound duffel bag. So yeah, E is getting a little nervous. But she'll be fine. Everytime she has a big challenge she gets nervous then puts her head down and does it. It's quite impressive. That said, I'm not sure she will want her head down too much this time, it may be gross to watch what's going on.
Oh yeah, and the friend who made it 35 hours? ROCK STAR.
I had my first business trip this past week. I went to Seattle, which was nice. What was not nice was the in-flight movie on the way back home. Jane Ayre. Seriously. I would have enjoyed being in the conference room where it was decided that showing Jane Ayre on a 2,000 mile flight was a good way to retain male customers.
Speaking of long, painful journeys, my wife is beginning to worry about the pain of delivering Matthew. My initial reaction was to call her a coward. However, I later learned this is actually typical of human beings when faced with the prospect of spending upwards of 48 hours pushing a head-and-shouldered creature out of their suddenly less private, less special place. And don't laugh at 48 hours. Our birthing class instructor's third kid took that long. She refers to him as "The One I Love Less."
It also doesn't help that a couple of our friends at school just had an absolutely gorgeous baby girl. Being that E is not a sociopathic monster, she has no qualms with the beauty or femininity of the new child. The issue is that the absolutely gorgeous baby girl took 35 hours to arrive and came out roughly the size of a duffel bag. A just barely under 10 pound duffel bag. So yeah, E is getting a little nervous. But she'll be fine. Everytime she has a big challenge she gets nervous then puts her head down and does it. It's quite impressive. That said, I'm not sure she will want her head down too much this time, it may be gross to watch what's going on.
Oh yeah, and the friend who made it 35 hours? ROCK STAR.
Friday, July 22, 2011
A Brief Medical Update
This week I was tested for gestational diabetes. Test results came back negative today!
Also, today I received my rhogam injection which will prevent my body from attacking the baby. Kind of important.
Also, today I received my rhogam injection which will prevent my body from attacking the baby. Kind of important.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Ready to Bust?
Someone told me the other day that I look like I'm ready to bust.
Uh oh. I have 3 more months to ago.
Uh oh. I have 3 more months to ago.
Um, Phil... No.
Phil is our new landlord.
On the 4th of July (3 days after moving in), we realized there was a major leak caused by our dishwasher/disposal. Mike called Phil right away to tell him but assumed that given it was a holiday, he would not get back to us until the next day. But Phil chose not to get back to us at all.
Mike called two days later when he noticed 2 inches of water under the sink. Mike indicated the obvious to Phil, that a plumber needed to be called. Phil's response, no joke, was the following: "Well, my plumber has brain cancer and went back to Poland." Wow. That's genuinely really bad news to hear. But the issue we were discussing was that our appliances don't work and there is flooding going on. Oh, and there are MANY plumbers in the Chicago metropolitan area. Please call one of them.
Well good Ol' Phil chose not to call one of them but to just look at it himself two days later. He made a sexist remark about how I must have done something while doing the dishes and said without any confidence that he thought he knew what was wrong. He found a bolt in the disposal. I am definitely not an expert, but I think a bolt would cause a noise, not a leak. Unless it ruptured something while using the disposal, which it hadn't because the disposal had not been run with the bolt inside. He placed a bucket under the disposal and left.
Leak not fixed. Surprised? Neither were we. Phil responded to our next phone call by saying he would call a plumber that night. Mike said fine if a plumber would be by to fix it the next day. Really?!?!? Wait until the evening, with the weekend coming?
Long story longer...
There was no plumber and no responsiveness from Phil.
The following week, on Wednesday, Mike called Phil and his assistant Rick and asked to call a plumber himself, with the cost being taken out of next month's rent. Rick agreed to this. A plumber was called and the completely detached disposal was fixed.
On Saturday, Mike was called by Rick and told that Phil was not willing to pay more than $50 (the bill was $98) because he had to call an electrician which cost $75 to fix something else in the house.
Um, Phil... No.
On the 4th of July (3 days after moving in), we realized there was a major leak caused by our dishwasher/disposal. Mike called Phil right away to tell him but assumed that given it was a holiday, he would not get back to us until the next day. But Phil chose not to get back to us at all.
Mike called two days later when he noticed 2 inches of water under the sink. Mike indicated the obvious to Phil, that a plumber needed to be called. Phil's response, no joke, was the following: "Well, my plumber has brain cancer and went back to Poland." Wow. That's genuinely really bad news to hear. But the issue we were discussing was that our appliances don't work and there is flooding going on. Oh, and there are MANY plumbers in the Chicago metropolitan area. Please call one of them.
Well good Ol' Phil chose not to call one of them but to just look at it himself two days later. He made a sexist remark about how I must have done something while doing the dishes and said without any confidence that he thought he knew what was wrong. He found a bolt in the disposal. I am definitely not an expert, but I think a bolt would cause a noise, not a leak. Unless it ruptured something while using the disposal, which it hadn't because the disposal had not been run with the bolt inside. He placed a bucket under the disposal and left.
Leak not fixed. Surprised? Neither were we. Phil responded to our next phone call by saying he would call a plumber that night. Mike said fine if a plumber would be by to fix it the next day. Really?!?!? Wait until the evening, with the weekend coming?
Long story longer...
There was no plumber and no responsiveness from Phil.
The following week, on Wednesday, Mike called Phil and his assistant Rick and asked to call a plumber himself, with the cost being taken out of next month's rent. Rick agreed to this. A plumber was called and the completely detached disposal was fixed.
On Saturday, Mike was called by Rick and told that Phil was not willing to pay more than $50 (the bill was $98) because he had to call an electrician which cost $75 to fix something else in the house.
Um, Phil... No.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
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