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Thursday, November 29, 2001
Man, I don't know what my problem is, but I've been getting totally cleaned out at poker lately. I had to snitch a buck from my wife's wallet last night to make good on debts.
Went to the doctor yesterday to have my knees looked at. She thinks they're in pretty good shape, the tendons are all doing great. She thinks the kneecap is tracking a little off-center, and sent me to physical therapy to try to get that straightened out. That's two doctor visits down, two to go (ultrasound done, got Isabel's six-month checkup tomorrow, and our first (re-)visit with the OB on Tues) Wednesday, November 28, 2001
While walking to the parking garage (yeah I drove in yesterday) it suddenly hit me: I was going to have a son. Cooooool.
Yesterday Bridget's graduate student friend who rents our basement passed her final exam/defense/whatever they call it, and now has her PhD. We're excited for her. We were going to have Gordito's (a totally AWESOME burrito restaurant here in Seattle) but being a family-run place, they're closed on Tuesdays, so we had phad thai instead. Mmmmm! As a child, every christmas my grandmother would send us peanut brittle. That was about the only time I ever had it, and the good stuff tends to be expensive, so I finally got off my ass last weekend and found a store selling raw peanuts, and made some. Bridget makes toffee around christmas, but this was my first attempt at candy-making. The biggest key is Bridget has a nice candy thermometer, you can't make it without it. The first batch I made turned out not quite as brittle as I wanted, just a touch chewy. In candy making, it all depends on how hot you get it to. 295F is the beginning of "hard crack", and that's what my recipe called for, but for my second batch last night, I let it go to almost 305F (295-310 is hard crack) and it turned out AWESOME. I am so pleased. Grandma stopped making it maybe 10 years ago, and I understand. Each batch takes an hour of stirring on the stovetop. With my hourly rate, I shudder when I think about how much this peanut brittle's opportunity cost is. Tuesday, November 27, 2001
It's a BOY!
Well, we had an ultrasound today so they could figure out how far along the little bugger is, and it was painfully obviously a boy. Uff-da. It's funny, with Isabel, I really wanted a boy, but got a girl. Now that I have her, I love her so much, and she's so great and so cute, I don't know how I'll react. Uff. Estimated gestation time of 16 weeks, that puts the estimated due date at May 14th, a little over two weeks shy of Isabel's birthday. Uff-da! Saturday, November 24, 2001
Owowowowowowoowow!
Ok, my poor Huskies are getting their ASS kicked by Miami, but at least this puts us 2-1 againt them. Gaaaaah! I tried drinking my entir 3lt heinkin bottle plus a pitcher of fat-n-tired estrogen amber tonite, gut now I am fucked up. ufff ddah! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER1 Tuesday, November 20, 2001
CL post.
So, Eisenburger had a conflict with WormTounge. Apparently, Eisenburger tried to buy a purg pendant. WT offered 11k. Eisenburger countered with 10.5k. WT did a /sell eisen 11500, and Eisenburger, not reading the numbers clearly, thought it was 10.5k and accepted. He thought he was screwed out of 1k. Wormy thought he'd been screwed cuz he didn't know that Eisenburger wanted it to swap with Tenebrion for a Sword of Souls. Eisenburger's position was "Hey, weapons can't be evil". Tarf had to explain the Ripture War and Soulglasses to him. Eisenburgers new position was, "Whoa! Ok, any about-to-be 4th circle healer need a cheap Purg pendant?" Good for Eisenburger. I think the morals of this story are to always check the price before typing /accept, and us oldtimers need to do a better job of rambling about the good old days so newbies know evil exists. Monday, November 19, 2001
Irish Twins
That's what we're having. Two kids a year or less apart. Uff-da. Heh, I've been laughing at Bridget since she's both Irish and Catholic. Cripes, it's not like we were being stupid and not using birth control. Heh, oh well, it's pretty funny. Still a shock. Bridget's mom is positive this one is a boy. She was sick as hell for her three girls and not sick at all for her one boy, and Bridget was sick as hell for Isabel and not sick at all for this one. Personally, although I really wanted a boy the first time, this time I don't care. I'd actually kinda like a girl, it'd sure be cheaper (we've got ALL the clothes instead of merely half) and they'd probably get along better, and I'm already doomed to be wrapped around one girl's finger, in for a penny in for a pound. Holy freaking cow. Saturday, November 17, 2001
Woooo! Go Dawgs! My Huskies beat the Cougs to win the Apple Cup. Woooooo!
Of course, I'm still not ready for Humbaby #2. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!! Holy Freakin' Glub!! Bridget is pregnant AGAIN!!! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! Oh. Mi. Gawd. Holy freakin' cow. Well, we just found out that not only is Bridget pregnant again, but she's 11 to 15 weeks along. A freakin' third of the way. That puts our guestimated due date around May/June of next year. Just what I need, two babies exactly one year apart. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Needless to say, I'm a tad panicky. I'm sure we'll be plenty excited in a week or two, but right now it's a hell of a shock. We were careful, and now we're going to be one of those white-trash couples we mock for having babies too close together. I guess the old saying is true: You can take the trash out of the trailer, but you can't take the trailer out of the trash. My mom is laughing at me, she says she's gonna buy me a gun rack for my pickup truck. Owowowowowowowoowow. Sigh. Stupid Blogger or IE5.1 on OSX has been eating my posts this week, hope this one works, it's from Nutscrape on OS9 at home. Wednesday, November 14, 2001
Holy glub is it raining here. I mean, yeah I live in Seattle and it rains a lot, but generally it's more of a light misty thing, not this tropical wrath-of-god douche-o-tron-3000 40-days-and-40-nights type of rain. Biking in heavy rain isn't as much fun as it looks. Especially when my rear fender isn't *quite* long enough, resulting in a strip of rainwater and road dirt sludge being flung at my back and head.
Stupid knee. Work better! I've got an appt with my family doc in two weeks so she can refer me to a knee doc. Hopefully it can be repaired, ideally in time to let me ski! Wooo! I went to the Seahawks game last Sunday night at Husky Stadium. They played the Raiders. It was highly amusing, as well as a damn good football game. It was sorta surreal watching NFL football in the stadium where I've watched so many college games. The fans are SO different, instead of a bunch of old folks and middle aged Husky fans, (I swear the average age at a Husky game is 60) the Seahawks fans are all 20-35 year old blue-collar trades workers. At Husky games most fans wear purple. At Seahawks games they all wear Seahawks jerseys. I hardly see anyone smoking at Husky games, maybe 5%, whereas at the Seahawks game it was more like 50-75% smokers. The Hawks fans will be happy next year when their new stadium is finished and they can drink beer at the games again. It was a little weird going, since I got the tickets because the widow didn't feel like going after her husband died. The people sitting next to us asked if we were friends of them, and I didn't know if they'd heard that he died or not. I've been having a blast with Isabel. She's such a cutie these days. Babies are very funny. Sunday, November 11, 2001
Oh my poor Huskies. They just got their butts kicked by the frickin' Oregon State Beavers. I swear that team only got better when they changed the logo from the happy-go-lucky Bucky Beaver to their current angry feral beaver. Oh well, it's still a pretty good record for a rebuilding season. Next week is the big in-state rivaly with the Washington State Cougars. Bridget is a Coug. She's very happy, her team are normally losers and this year they're atop the Pac-10. If they beat us next week, that is.
Last night we held a muted celebration of the 226th birthday of my beloved Marine Corps. The fellow Marine I hold the normal party with was in Minnesota or some other godforsaken place, so we didn't have 1775 Rum Punch. (It's rum, grenedine, and maple syrup I think. Monday, November 05, 2001
Busy busy busy.
Sad, we only had 3 kids trick-or-treating on Halloween. We live in a nice residential neighborhood with lots of kids, too. Oh well. Grrr!! A couple down the street just had a baby girl a month ago. They named her Isabella, even though they'd met Isabel. These poor girls are four months apart, live down the street from each other, with basically the same name. Sigh. We tried so hard to come up with a reasonably unique name, too. Oh well. All the more weight behind my choice for a boy name. heh. On Friday I went to my first memorial service. I am 33 and have never been to a funeral or memorial service before. Nobody that close to me has died yet. My older brother Steve came into town on friday night for the Husky game on saturday, and he commented that he'd never been to a funeral until last year when he was 35, and he'd been to 3 now. Uff-da. The Husky game kicked serious ass. We beat Stanford, who were ranked like #11. We're now ranked #8! Sweeeet! Not bad for a rebuilding year. On sunday I raked about 600 trillion metric tons of leaves. I've got two London Plane Trees in my front yard, they produce AMAZING amounts of leaves. Uff. I've got a huge mound, and we only get 4 yard waste bins every two weeks. then it's only once a month in Dec/Jan/Feb. It's gonna take me forever to get rid of all these leaves. |
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