Travel Everywhere but Here

It's been a long week. Last week I was in Dayton, OH for work followed up by being bumped off a flight (Thanks US Airways!). Upon returning home at midnight I only managed to get a few hours of sleep due to the cold I've been fighting... and up 5 hours later to drive to Boston for a wedding.

So much for 'rest, relaxation, and fluids' to get healthy.

I'm back.... and more humour is coming right your way...

Recovering from the Mud

Mudding the old rooms always makes me nervous- you never know what grew in that mud before you scraped it off and started anew. I guess it should be no surprise then that when I saw the little black spots on the strip of old tape I ripped off I'd be in for it.

Z-Pack it is. 6 hours later and I'm already feeling better.

Poor wife though- she's had to stay away from me... and I her. And she's not even irritable yet ;)

Dodging the Flu Bug

I had to abandon my bed at 230am: I think I have the flu, or at least I have something nasty that's pretty much no fun all the way around. Cough, nose, throat, aches, pains, etc. Have I mentioned how much I hate water?

My wife, on the other hand, insists I stay in bed. I don't want to get her sick- she can't take anything except tylenol when she's with child and I don't want to have her go thru this. So the argument will never be won...

Anyways- free networking crap for whomever that wants it. And computer crap. And dvds. And CDs. I have to get the rooms cleaned out!

-Side note. My sister in law called today and was giving my wife grief about me not having cleaned out the den- that if I were to move I still wouldn't want a kid because then I'd always be working on the new house. At first I was annoyed at my wife, but then I realized: SIL didn't KNOW that we were expecting. SIL is a twin, and my comment back to her is and always will be "When you get knocked up"....

It'll be interesting when she finds out, that's for sure, but for now some of her comments about "You've gotta have sex to have a kid" get a bit annoying....

The solution to Morning Sickness

Apparently I've stumbled upon the solution to morning sickness. I wake up at 4am, wander down to the kitchen, pick up a cracker and a can of ginger ale, wake my comatose wife up, feed it to her, and then go back to bed. She doesn't get sick in the morning.

Now if I could only remember doing it.

... anyone want some spare cables? I've got only about 40 extra power cords, network cords, USB serial ata firewire... time to clean out the den!

Did you just call my baby a Rodent?!?!

Whoops. So I thought I was being funny. I called the baby a rodent- she had stolen ALL of the blankets from the downstairs and up stairs and made a little nest on the sofa. SO, being the sensitive guy I am I pointed out certain habits of mice that invade the shed.

All future fathers, please take my advice: Do not call your unborn child a rodent. Women Do Not find it nearly as funny as you might.

Still mudding. Had friends over the night before - 1/2 knew, the other half suspected but we didn't confirm. Kinda hard to ignore when everyone knows a woman that isn't drinking is knocked up or trying to get knocked up. Especially when they make their own beer...

Day 5: The Stomach Strikes Back

Things that don't cure morning sickness: Spicy Jalapeño Cheese eaten at 930pm the night before.

Pregnancy and Drinking in College seem to be related. To comfort in either rub her back, hold her hair, and try to tune out the puking sounds as she hugs the toilet. What a way to wake up in the morning.

Drywall mud is officially dried, now to repair the corner again. I' m afraid it will always crack due to the poor job they did while laying drywall (1/4" seam!).

Closet remodeling is almost finished being drawn- I should model it in a package first though just to make sure I'm going to like how it looks.

Day 4: Return of the Dinner

The burps started again. If I feel helpless now I can't wait until she's screaming expletives at me and telling me it's my fault she's in this much pain. I'm thinking I need to learn some sort of pressure point techniques, preferably one that puts the subject out cold. I wonder if that's possible.

Sponged down the bedroom nail pops and the ceiling seam. Realized I would probably prefer to use concrete instead of joint compound- it would look better. Used the sand stones on a few seams to make sure they were tight; will compound the rest of them tomorrow night.

We have a friend coming over to bottle his wine on Wed; this will mess with my work schedules but so be it...