Saturday, May 30, 2009

It can never go as planned

So I got snipped last Friday. Not yesterday. A week ago yesterday. The pain was unbearable and my doctor told me it shouldn't be like that. I was eating Vicodin like candy and the pain still persisted.

If you're not into TMI, then skip to the next paragraph. It's happened to me before and I should have thought about it. I have an infection in my left guy. That explains all the pain. At one point it was bigger than a golf ball, almost the size of a billiards ball.

I was on the couch in pain all friggin week. It really sucked. And this is not the first time in my life it has happened.

If you're thinking of getting a vasectomy, go for it. The procedure really isn't that bad and I'm basically recovered from the surgery. But if you have a history of getting infections down there, tell your urologist! If the injection feels like a mosquito bite, you're in good shape. If it feels like you're being stabbed with a pencil while it's in a vice, something is wrong and you should tell your urologist!

We're not out of the woods yet. We could still get pregnant within the next month or 2. If it happens, then it was meant to be and it will be our last. If it doesn't happen then we were meant to have 3. Simple as that.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Korean War

Ok, sorry for a lack of writings. I've been in a lot of pain. Not really from the surgery on Friday, but caused by the surgery on Friday. But oh well.

So like you, I found myself reading the Wikipedia entry on the Korean war today. Well, I didn't read the whole thing, I just took my laptop into the crapper with me and did some reading while crapping.

According to that article, the armistice is over as of today and the war from the early 1950s has resumed. wth???

Oh well. Done pooping, back to work.

Happy 18th birthday little sister!

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Ice!

If we get pregnant within the next month or so, we were meant to have 4 kids. (or 5 is twins) If not, then we were meant to have 3. I've been lying on the couch with my feet elevated, hanging out in Vicodinland with ice on my nuts. Yep. I got snipped Friday.

Ouch. It hurt.

And it hurts.

But I like Vicodin.

Monday, May 18, 2009

New photos on my Facebook profile

Yeah, Greg, I'm going to make you get a Facebook profile.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Happy Anniversary Julie!

5 years on the 15th. But Joey just turned 6? Yeah, we were living in sin. See you in hell, Greg.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

War On Drugs

No, I'm not referring to a game that W liked to play when he was doing lines off the asses of upscale DC hookers and figuring out a way to make himself look important in the eyes of the world after a series of national tragedies that all struck him flat footed. And no, Greg, that is not a run-on sentence! And yes, Patience, that was an intentional DnD reference.

So it's looking like we're nearing the end of the "War on Drugs." Read the WSJ article then come back.


"We're not at war with people in this country."

Wow. Thank you.

"The Obama administration is likely to deal with drugs as a matter of public health rather than criminal justice alone, with treatment's role growing relative to incarceration"

I'll let you read the rest.

Yeah. This is the civil libertarian in me. Deal with it.

Think on it then let me know your opinion here, via e-mail, in person, or on FB. Just not on the phone I hate phones.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Original Cast of the Goonies

As a child of the 80s this strikes a chord with me. Can you spot Chunk? Hint: He has facial hair.

Wow this is strange.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Speaking of 80s Bands

The Kandian and I took a little road trip across the state last week. Kinda a timeout from life, but also to see Queensryche at Harrah's KC. I'm trying to figure out why they have a guy touring with them whose job it is to hit the tambourine once or twice a song, press a couple of keys on his Roland, and occasionally strum a chord or two on a guitar.

But they were good. They're one of the few 80s bands that I can actually say were good musicians, not just rock stars. And to this day they're still good.

The drive out there was about as fun as being there. If you know the Kanadian, you know how much fun it is to listen to him bitch and complain about other drivers on the road.

So that was a nice timeout from life. I feel refreshed and recharged. I have patience with my chilluns again. This is a good thing.

Thanks for the birthday present Greg!

Damn Kanadians.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Anyone Remember Prodigy?

Not "The Prodigy." Not the ISP. I'm talking about late 1980s, early 1990s Prodigy. You know, the one that you dialed into with your 1200-baud modem. Yeah, well if you do remember that then you're probably a nerd like yours truly.

So in 1990 I was 12. And like many 12-year-olds at the time, I was a fan of Poison. For whatever reason, I am still a fan to this day. Their songs really suck. I have no idea why I like them but I do.

Oh well.

Where I'm going with this is that when I was 12 and into Poison and also a nerd using Prodigy, naturally one of the message boards I'd check out is "Music -- Heavy Metal" Yeah heavy metal. Because in 1990 on Prodigy any band who had people with long hair pretty much went under "Heavy Metal." So naturally you'd have the metal people saying that Poison and such bands are wussy metal or something like that. Then you'd have the 12-year-olds and the teenage girls defending them. Go back and forth.

Ok, we've come full circle.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

The Bottom and a Heads Up

You heard it here first. I predicted the tech bubble popping almost to the month. I predicted the housing bubble popping, but was off by about a year. I daresay I even predicted oil pretty much accurately.

Sell your gold. Get out. We've probably reached the bottom of this recession. As things get better, your gold will become less stable. Get out now.

As with tech and housing, I'll say I hope I'm wrong on this. But I haven't been wrong yet. The track record is there. It walks like a duck. It quacks like a duck.

Thanks for playing.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Oh wow, I have 2 extra minutes.

Just got back from the hospital. Andy had a CT scan. I really can't wait until we're done with these. I can't possibly imagine if one came back positive though. Ouch, that would hurt.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, that's such a wonderful place full of wonderful people.

We walked in and we were immediately greeted with, "Oh, look at Andy! He's so big! He looks so healthy!"

On to the Costas Center. "I didn't even recognize him! He's not a baby! Look how healthy he is. He was SOOO sick when he was here." The reactions were the same from pretty much all the Costas nurses.

Andy's Costas nurse stuck him with an IV to get blood and to get ready for his CT. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" I think he totally forgot about the port, which is a good thing. He was really upset about being stuck.

Costas play room. Andy made a bee line for the toy that he always played with every time we were there. Weird. There was a mother of an apparently newly-diagnosed child in there fighting back tears while watching her son play. I remember being in that position right around noon on August 9, 2007.

Continuing on the journey, the radiology staff recognized Andy immediately and was happy as usual to see him. They had to take a picture of him because his usual people were out today. That made me feel pretty good.

Andy was a really good boy for his CT. He didn't even need to be sedated this time. He held perfectly still and was brave as can be.

Back to Costas. His oncologist was really happy to see him and to see how healthy he is. She was nice enough to remind me just how sick he was during treatment. :-/ Anyway, she said he looks great. She wants to see him in 3 months with another CT in 6 months.

When we were done we went upstairs to eat. Because of the possibility of sedation, Andy didn't eat or drink anything after breakfast this morning. And as usual, if he doesn't eat or drink, I don't eat or drink. Needless to say we were both hungry.

So I got him a hot dog. He loves hot dogs. I cut up 5 pieces for him and stopped. Because as you know, when he was in the hospital we were happy to see him eat 5 bites of a hot dog. My how things have changed. He woofed down that 1/4-lb hotdog like it was air.

We stopped by the 4th floor but nobody was around, looks like they were pretty busy. So now we're home.

And now I'm hitting the couch. I'm tired, stressed, and had a really long and somewhat traumatic day.

If you need me I'll be on the dark side of the moon for a while.