Kapow!
Last week was an eighty-hour stress-a-thon at work, so that's why I haven't been writing anything here. This coming Friday morning marks the beginning of two whole days off, so I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's been all the harder without Angil here...her dad had open heart surgery, so she's been helping out waaaaaaay over on the snooty side of the D. Poor little Banshee has missed me so. She's helping me type!
I've been doing some work on the family tree of late and I've managed to track down a surprising amount of information. We're an oily, disreputable lot and not prone to leaving paper trails, but I've managed to tease little tidbits out of old census records, some dating back to the mid-19th Century. Right now, I'm working on my grandmother's mother's father's father, who apparently came to the US from Ireland and began a lucrative career as a railroad flagman. I love learning about these people whose DNA twitches and writhes within me. My hope is that there's a pirate or at least a privateer somewhere along the family line. Aar. What say we swing over to yonder Spanish galleon with 'r cutlasses in 'r teeth and cut 'em to ribbons and split the booty?! What say ye to that, me hardies?! Aaaar! Blow the man down.
The baby's room is proceeding slowly, what with the insane work schedule, but I think it'll be a decent lair for l'enfant terribles when he makes his big debut. The OB clinic called and said they were getting one of those spiffy new 3D ultrasound units in and that we'll get a freebie so that they can train their staff in its use. If you haven't seen these, they're really quite the high-tech advancement. Here are some examples. Angil gets a baby shower. Apparently, I'm getting what the joes at the plant call a "diaper party". Apparently, a bunch of guys come over with sacks o' diapers and get all sauced up. I'll take mine neat, fellas.
That reminds me. I think there's still some Bushmills down in the kitchen. I've earned it.
I've been doing some work on the family tree of late and I've managed to track down a surprising amount of information. We're an oily, disreputable lot and not prone to leaving paper trails, but I've managed to tease little tidbits out of old census records, some dating back to the mid-19th Century. Right now, I'm working on my grandmother's mother's father's father, who apparently came to the US from Ireland and began a lucrative career as a railroad flagman. I love learning about these people whose DNA twitches and writhes within me. My hope is that there's a pirate or at least a privateer somewhere along the family line. Aar. What say we swing over to yonder Spanish galleon with 'r cutlasses in 'r teeth and cut 'em to ribbons and split the booty?! What say ye to that, me hardies?! Aaaar! Blow the man down.
The baby's room is proceeding slowly, what with the insane work schedule, but I think it'll be a decent lair for l'enfant terribles when he makes his big debut. The OB clinic called and said they were getting one of those spiffy new 3D ultrasound units in and that we'll get a freebie so that they can train their staff in its use. If you haven't seen these, they're really quite the high-tech advancement. Here are some examples. Angil gets a baby shower. Apparently, I'm getting what the joes at the plant call a "diaper party". Apparently, a bunch of guys come over with sacks o' diapers and get all sauced up. I'll take mine neat, fellas.
That reminds me. I think there's still some Bushmills down in the kitchen. I've earned it.