February 2007

Small Miracles

When Pete was born in October of 1997 it was a real shocker. Not that she was born, but all that we had to go through.

We had gone in to the doctor’s office to get the wife an ultrasound, and they noticed some weird stuff on it, so wanted us to go down to Northside and have one there. Originally we had planned on birthing with a midwife in Carrollton rather than being in a big hospital.

We got down there and they wanted to do an internal ultrasound. Apparently there was way too much fluid. Long story short, it broke her water. The wife ended up giving birth the Pete at Northside hospital, and apparently things weren’t looking too good. For awhile they weren’t even sure that she was going to live or not. It was all pretty damned scary.

Some of the details are pretty fuzzy now, but that could be that I just woke up too. I may add to this when I get home from work this evening. My wife has posted about tthis before and probably remembers much more.

Anyway, They decided that the thing to do was move her to Scottish Rite, which is across the street from Northside. Had the wife’s water not broken at Northside Hospital and given birth to my daughter there, if they had moved her at all, it would have been to send her down to Columbus. It is extremely unlikely that she would have lived at all.

If I remember correctly, the surgery itself too somewhere around eight hours. We were on pins and needles all day. I don’t remember ever having been so scared or worried at any point prior or since then.

A portion of her small intestine had never opened up, so everything was trying to go back the other way. She was full of myconium. They ended up taking out about ten centimeters of it, and they moved some stuff around that was in the wrong place.

She ended up being in Scottish rite in the ICU for 40 days or so. When we brought her home, it was still on monitors. We had to feed her every couple of hours, as the amounts she was getting were so small. She still had tubes and whatnot hanging out of her when we brought her home as well. It is just amazing to me that she is living a normal healthy life.

In 1998

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This is her at one or so.

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With her NEW little sister (at that time)

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Halloween 2002

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2006 Softball Season. She is playing again this year. Practice has already started but I think we have a couple of weeks before the first game.

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The Scurvy Dogs!

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I am Just Ill Today…

…but not physically. I have been in a horrible mood all day long, as my waitresses figured out pretty quickly. I generally treat everyone the same way no matter the mood, but I am always much quieter, and at one point I snapped at one of them after she had done something stupid.

The wife went to pick up new shoes for the girls, so I asked her to pick up some vitamins for me. I have been just plain exhausted at work for the last couple of weeks, and I think that attributed to my mood a bit. It might just be that I am about a month overdue for a vacation, and opening this new store back in October has worn me out.

Either way, I need to seriously get some time off and R&R very soon. I don’t particularly care what’s happening at the store, and am only interested in getting the hell out as soon as I can in the afternoon. I go on vacation at the end of March, and can’t wait. I don’t think I am going to end up going anywhere on this one, so I will be getting my yard right and getting my garden planted. Believe it or not, that is just as relaxing as being at the beach. Maybe not as relaxing as being there with beer, but it’s close.

Sleeping In…

…One can only wish. I don’t know what it is but I have had the hardest time getting out of bed the last two mornings. I feel like I just went to bed a couple of hours ago, which is far from the truth. I suppose it could be worse. I could actually have had to work all night. They called at 10:30 PM. One of the waitresses was sick. I think I pissed her off. I told her that if she had to go, then go, but that there was nobody else to call in, and I couldn’t work 1st shift, and 3rd, and then 1st again, unless she was going to cook in my place this morning. Then I went back to sleep. It means that the place is going to look like shit this morning. We’ve got to be there this morning anyway, so we have seven hours to get it cleaned up.

I have done a couple of advertisements for the Nutz that you hang off the back of your truck. Well, apparently Maryland delegate Leroy E Myers Jr. has filed legislation to get them banned there. I could really care less about the things, but it’s just one more case of someone in the government thinking that they know more about morals than the rest of us. I call bullshit.

The killer awoke…

His thoughts were scattered and he struggled to get them under control. Control was the order of the day and the only way he could manage to navigate around the inferiors that scurried around and made his life miserable. Sleep was the only escape from them; the sleep of the dead. He did not dream, for every waking moment in his life was a dream. The only relief from this waking dream was the brief respite he gained when he released one of them from their pitiful lives.

He was excited when he thought about the coming evening. He had been watching one in particular for several days, keeping tabs on her schedule. Her comings and goings were pitifully routine. He knew when she would be driving into the garage on any given night dressed in her flimsy clothing from the night out on the town. She was a slut. Mother would certainly never have approved of him being around her and it would brighten the world to remove her from it.

To be continued…Maybe

Spam Post #482,567

What’s up with the spam? It goes through periods of time where I am receiving one thing, and then another. I just deleted about 50 emails that were “returned” from other servers for contain ‘viruses’. I have seen these before. Usually it will last for a week or so, then go to something else. I hate email spam.

Shutdown Day!

I ran across this on someone’s blog first thing this morning, and I cannot remember where. If you had it posted, leave me a comment and I will put your link here. What can I say, sometimes I’m a dumbass. Memory’s the second thing to go, so they say. I can’t remember what the first one is though.

The point.

Oh yeah. The point is Shutdown Day is March 24th. Can you do it? Can I do it? I am certainly going to try. I think that is right smack in the middle of my vacation, so I can spend the day doing yard work. Or sleeping. Maybe sleeping a 24 hour drug induced sleep is the answer. That’s about the only way I can do without my computer for a 24 hour period. Even hanging on the beach down at the Redneck Riviera I carry my camera, cell phone, and iPaq so that I can blog. No blogging. No gaming. No posting ads. No nothing. Living life because I can.

Damn, it really sounds sucky. I’ll be on the computer until 12 AM the night before and back online at 12 AM the next morning probably.

It could be worse. I could be in China receiving electric shock therapy to ‘cure’ me.

Updated 3:47 PM – Now I remember. I saw it over at Michelle Malkin’s site.


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Not too bad of a day for a Saturday…

Just got home from work. I ended up having a little bit of help today, so it was a short one for me, which is always nice. The boy is going to play paint-ball and the wife is napping, with Pete at the ballfields, so it is just RePete and myself. Once I have posted a bit and checked my email I think we are going out to plant a tree.

It’s about time to start cleaning my yard up and decide how big of a garden I want this year. I meant to bring some Jabanero peppers with me to the Helen blogmeet last year for Yabu, but I left them sitting on the counter. I have a couple of them in the ground that I am hoping come back this year. It was the first year that I have tried to grow them, so I don’t know how well the roots survive the winter. If not I will probably grow some in containers.

I had a huge crop of tomatoes, and peppers (bells, bananas, chili’s, jabaneros, hell even some I don’t remember) last year. I am thinking about a small area with corn this year. I have a pretty small yard, but I think I could manage a couple of rows of eight or ten plants.

I am also expanding the area around the goldfish pond again. I really need a tiller, but I will do most of it by hand. The soil sucks so bad here that I end up tilling it and then mixing with potting soil and top soil before I plant. Probably I will put in some more of the really big elephant ears. They look great later in the summer when they are really huge. There’s some pictures here somewhere if you want to see.

Monitoring the Kids Online

One thing I set up when the Boy was first starting to get online was a watchdog program so that I could monitor his Internet usage. There are just too many pedophiles and other bad folks out there not to, not to mention the fact that just going to his game sites he can pretty much access any type of porn he wants.

It is particularly important for me to watch what the girls are doing. RePete is still young enough that the only thing even remotely close to computers she gets is playing on my iPaq, but Pete is online quite a bit, at least an hour a day and I want to be able to track what she is doing, but not be intrusive about it.

One way for me to take care of the internet monitoring is with SpectorSoft computer monitoring. It allows me to know every single thing that they do on the computer. Spector Pro records emails, chats, MySpace activity recording, even key logging. That way if they join a site without my permission, I have the passwords and can get in and see what is going on.

My children’s safety is just too important for me to leave to chance, and if I have to feel like I am spying on them to make sure that they are safe, so be it.

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Just woke up from my nap. I managed to get about an hour between phone calls and Pete getting home and asking if she could go out and play. My wife calls the girls Pete and RePete, and I am tired of calling them “the oldest girl” so am adopting it. RePete is still sleep, but I will be getting her up shortly so that she will sleep tonight.

I fixed the code at the bottom of each entry that shows the time of my posts. It is supposed to say “Posted xx minutes/days ago by Richard”. Half the time it works, half the time it says 31 days ago, and in the case of the one that I have dated for 11:59 PM tonight it says 30 days ago. It’s a big pain in the butt is what it is. I just used the code from the default movabletype template for that.

Political Correctness Ticks Me Off…

Eric Stoller asks “When did “light-hearted” become marketing speak for “racist caricature”?”

I want to know, when did respecting other people for their differences and working and living well together become such a big deal that we have to watch every word and motion for fear that it will offend someone? I ran across this site and didn’t read a whole bunch, but what I did read told me that he’s another guy that wants everyone to be generic copies of each other and tiptoe around the things that make us different from one another. After reading the blog and updating this post below I think that statement was completely (well, almost) out of line. I may stop back by tomorrow and read some more, as it is late and I am pissed off about work, so I could just be taking it completely wrong.

It’s the differences that make things so damn interesting. Yeah, sometimes things can be taken too far. I will agree there. I don’t know where the line needs to be drawn, but you can’t be afraid of every single thing that you say just because someone might get offended. The voice mail that he posted about is pretty damn funny, BUT for a business to have it is not kosher. I know I would not want it on my business voice mail, but the flip side of that is that the PC police need to chill just a little bit.

They are more than welcome to change it to a stupid old redneck accent. I promise it won’t offend me. I might even have to call, but then I am not so thin-skinned that I have to worry about people making fun of me…

…except for that third nipple. I don’t like it when you make fun of that. It hurts my feelings. Both of them.

Updated – The above was originally posted 2/22/07 at 11:13 PM

I am reading through Eric’s blog, as I was pretty tired last night and tend to jump to conclusions and make off the cuff remarks without thinking about them, so I figured I would review the site after checking it out for real. If I am going to post about someone, I at least want to see what they are about rather than just coming across as a baiter (or hater)

For starters, Eric is a self-proclaimed social justice blogger. What exactly is a social justice blogger? Heck if I know, I will get into that more later on.

The blog flows along pretty easily, I enjoyed reading it while not necessarily agreeing with everything I read. That’s OK, it doesn’t stop me from reading well written prose.

There are a few posts that I was clueless as to what they were about. It’s clear that I would understand if I were a regular reader over there, or read more liberal writings. There are a couple of posts on Glaceau, which is the company that had the voice mail that I was talking about in the earlier entry. In those entries (at his site)you get the idea about some of his visitors from the comments. Some of them are well written, thoughtful comments, while others are plainly just ass kissers that don’t have anything at all to really add to the discussion, but just want the link, or want to see “their name in print”.

He does have what look to be some pretty tasty recipes, although the couple I saw are all vegetables. That’s OK, I probably need to eat more vegetables anyway.

There was one thoughtful post that I liked. Angela Davis spoke at a social justice conference at Oregon State University, and he was putting down some of what she talked about. He has about an hour of the recording on his site as well if you are interested in what she said. Here is a portion of HIS post describing part of HER speech:

Davis mentioned that she took umbrage with the term “diversity.” She said that “Diversity is difference that doesn’t make a difference.” Her comments were extremely relevant for institutions of higher education. Enrolling students of color, women, students with disabilities, lgbt students, and students with high financial need does not mean that racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia/heterosexism, and classism will simply disappear. However, “diversity” is thrown around as if it’s a magic anti-oppression elixir. Without social justice oriented, anti-oppression oriented, anti-racist oriented educational efforts, diversity cannot affect change amongst members of the dominant paradigm.

I agree wholeheartedly with the line “‘diversity’ is thrown around as if it’s a magic oppression elixir”. The Federal government, the local and state politicians, and most major companies use the word now as if it will ward off racism simply by appointing a Director of Diversity. Claiming to have a diverse work force or student body doesn’t make it so.

I just find it completely annoying sometimes. I was recently accused of being a racist because I don’t agree with the things that the ACLU does, and shortly before that because I had to fire someone that was not doing his job, raised his fist to one of my waitresses as if he was going to hit her, and was extremely rude to my customers. He happened to be black. He was a piece of crap as far as employees go. How does that make me a racist. He literally filed a formal complaint with my company, which they duly investigated. Regardless of my personal convictions either way, I have done what I do for twenty years, and know what’s good for my employees and my business, and I always follow that.

About a year and a half ago, I posted an entry entitled “What if Natalie Holloway were Black and Poor?” It was one sentence. ONCE SENTENCE. I was making the point that she received attention from the media because she was white and pretty. Yes, there are other things that kept fanning the flames, her family was very good at keeping this in the public eye. I would want to do the same thing if it were my kid. The point. Yes. In several of the comments there they clearly pointed out that I was obviously black, and didn’t know what the hell I was talking about. It actually became quite funny after awhile. I received more traffic from my posts on the case than at any time in the prior six years that my site had been online.

I have gotten off the subject. I may write a bit more later about diversity and inclusion later today, but this post was about Eric Stoller’s Blog. Overall, I actually liked it. It’s not a place I will visit every day, but occasionally. Growing up it never occurred to me to treat people differently. I wasn’t raised that way. Over the last 25 years of working though, my views have been changing. Like everyone else, I have my prejudices (and if they say they don’t they are full of shit) but the trick is to make sure that they don’t effect how you treat other people.

I guess maybe I agree with him more than I admit. I still don’t know that we need the social justice police, but as long as someone else besides me gets to be the sheriff, that’s OK too. So here’s the real truth. I am like everyone else with my little prejudices and dislikes but the difference is that I am not afraid to post them and be called an asshole. Eric is also not afraid to be called an asshole, and is very convicted in his beliefs about social injustice (not just racial) so I can respect that.