We are all sick.
We are always sick.
These kids are something....
I had to get a post out today in celebration of the 2yr anniversary of the blog.
Kudos to Tony-C (and a wink to the CEO).
See ya it's time to go lay on the floor and quietly moan.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
4something am she starts coughing soon after she's in our room.
"I can't sleep, someone needs to get my elephant."
Then she flicks my hair or rubs my face. It's sweet but not conducive to sleep.
5:30am I'm up and downstairs watching some c-span news show and surfing the web. I have come to the realization that I shall never get enough sleep again. I don't like traveling much for work but it is a wonderful way to catch up on my sleep. My poor wife doesn't even get that luxury and has insomnia on top of it all.
"I can't sleep, someone needs to get my elephant."
Then she flicks my hair or rubs my face. It's sweet but not conducive to sleep.
5:30am I'm up and downstairs watching some c-span news show and surfing the web. I have come to the realization that I shall never get enough sleep again. I don't like traveling much for work but it is a wonderful way to catch up on my sleep. My poor wife doesn't even get that luxury and has insomnia on top of it all.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Bologna
I was probably around 12 when it happened. Our family was on vacation somewhere, New Hampshire maybe. We were in some small town and it must have been past lunch time and there was no place to eat. We had to resort to buying sandwiches in some little convenient store, you know the ones cut in half and pre-packed and sealed in plastic with the sandwich meet prominently displayed so you know exactly what quality you are in for. Well I picked my self out a Bologna sandwich and the thin slices of Bologna must have added up to about 1/2 an inch in thickness. I can still clearly remember thinking "that was the greatest Bologna sandwich ever" and in fact I made it know to my parents how much I enjoyed it. I think Mom said something like "that's good Hun, I'm glad you enjoyed it." She probably could barely manage to stomach her own.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Super Bowl 40
Tony-C's third annual super bowl party has come to an end. This year I produced my best chicken wings yet. Still, you need a deep fry'er to get 'em perfect and we can't go there. A deep fry'er would be the end of us. Well engouh about my wings the CEO is sick of hearing about them. I like hosting this party every year. Well, it is hardly a party when it is just one set of friends and their kids. But anyhow, I like hosting it.
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