Baby Boom Boom Boom
So, I've been subjecting my wife's belly to all sorts of audiological phenomena, to see whether Sarah would respond.
- Crazy Hippie Bible Songs (Seemed to enjoy them, saying she moved)
-Bruce Springsteen - Ghost of Tom Joad (Didn't move much. Then again, it's not a very loud album.)
-Hootie and the Blowfish - Cracked Rear View (again, nothing)
Figure it's probably a little too early for her to hear things beyond Lisa's digestive tract.
We watched a PBS NOVA dvd we got from the library on Lisa's birthday last Thursday, about the miracle of conception and birth (Narrated by John Lithgow, who apparently does a lot of PBS work, and is rather good at it too). It followed a couple and the birth of their son, and MAN DID IT GET GRAPHIC.
Let us say that it was the most nudity/crotch shots I'd seen on television since I stopped watching porn. Not to mention I was kinda hoping not to see any of that until Lisa was going through it in September, but she reeasured me that we'd probably have to watch a video or something during childbirth classes. I just wanted the experience to be fresh. Then again, I'm probably overanalyzing the situation, and it'll all be so crazy and exhausting and wonderfukl that it won't matter.
In other matters, I have ridden a total of 50 miles this week on the bike (in 4-8 mile stretches over the course of around 5 hours total). Yesterday's being the most eventful, when my bike-chain jumped the gears and I had to fix it on the side of the road. Needless to say, I should probably clean it, as it left me really grimy. I tried wiping a bit of the grease off with dirt from the ground, but apparently ended up smearing goose poop all over the left sleeve of my shirt (took me almost a half hour to realize this.
(in between Joseph House and Home, there was an impromptu Tai Chi training session with Matt and April in the city park)
Meanwhile, I come over to Lisa's office all greasy, poopy, and sweaty to fix their ear-cleaning out machine (much to the chagrin of the office staff and the nurses, who hate using it and wanted it to be sent off for two weeks to get fixed.) But since Lisa wanted it fixed because it makes her and the other docs life easier, that settled that. I sat in the lab with my man-tool (the leatherman people, get your head out of the gutter), and proceeded thus:
This gadget doohicky thing was a plastic square, with one plastic threaded end and another taper piece opposite it to connect to an air compressor hose. It looked kinda like a Draedel or a Top, only Buck Rogers style.
Anyway, whoever thought it was a wise move to use a plastic threaded piece to insert into a metal one, then subject it to air pressure, should be dragged out into the street and given a spanking. The plastic piece had broken off, leaving a quarter of an inch inside the machine connector, which was subsequently completely jammed because the plastic threads were worn away, and the plastic itself having been squashed/melted into the metal threads.
After a few tries of tring to pry/unscrew the damn thing out, I just took my knife and started carving plastic. A few short bursts of air from an enema Bulb (thank you Nurse Donna for knowing where one was), the last bits of plastic dust were cleared out, and the new draedel/top was screwed in. Already, I could feel the threads wearing down, and was assured that ti would be broken soon again anyway. Then Marilyn the office manager asked me if knew anything about fixing air conditioning, to which I replied no.
On the plus side, Terri the CNP awarded me with a lime green freezie pop.
today is the big Picnic for Park's Martial Arts, and I have egg rolls ready to fry. I'm pretty stoked, gonna bring my ball and glove and the volleyball set we got for our wedding but never used (lack of grass in Glen Burnie). Plus, Lisa's Mom is coming to town for a visit, and she gets to see me sing the liturgy in church tomorrow!
God, I'm such a dork.
:o)
- Crazy Hippie Bible Songs (Seemed to enjoy them, saying she moved)
-Bruce Springsteen - Ghost of Tom Joad (Didn't move much. Then again, it's not a very loud album.)
-Hootie and the Blowfish - Cracked Rear View (again, nothing)
Figure it's probably a little too early for her to hear things beyond Lisa's digestive tract.
We watched a PBS NOVA dvd we got from the library on Lisa's birthday last Thursday, about the miracle of conception and birth (Narrated by John Lithgow, who apparently does a lot of PBS work, and is rather good at it too). It followed a couple and the birth of their son, and MAN DID IT GET GRAPHIC.
Let us say that it was the most nudity/crotch shots I'd seen on television since I stopped watching porn. Not to mention I was kinda hoping not to see any of that until Lisa was going through it in September, but she reeasured me that we'd probably have to watch a video or something during childbirth classes. I just wanted the experience to be fresh. Then again, I'm probably overanalyzing the situation, and it'll all be so crazy and exhausting and wonderfukl that it won't matter.
In other matters, I have ridden a total of 50 miles this week on the bike (in 4-8 mile stretches over the course of around 5 hours total). Yesterday's being the most eventful, when my bike-chain jumped the gears and I had to fix it on the side of the road. Needless to say, I should probably clean it, as it left me really grimy. I tried wiping a bit of the grease off with dirt from the ground, but apparently ended up smearing goose poop all over the left sleeve of my shirt (took me almost a half hour to realize this.
(in between Joseph House and Home, there was an impromptu Tai Chi training session with Matt and April in the city park)
Meanwhile, I come over to Lisa's office all greasy, poopy, and sweaty to fix their ear-cleaning out machine (much to the chagrin of the office staff and the nurses, who hate using it and wanted it to be sent off for two weeks to get fixed.) But since Lisa wanted it fixed because it makes her and the other docs life easier, that settled that. I sat in the lab with my man-tool (the leatherman people, get your head out of the gutter), and proceeded thus:
This gadget doohicky thing was a plastic square, with one plastic threaded end and another taper piece opposite it to connect to an air compressor hose. It looked kinda like a Draedel or a Top, only Buck Rogers style.
Anyway, whoever thought it was a wise move to use a plastic threaded piece to insert into a metal one, then subject it to air pressure, should be dragged out into the street and given a spanking. The plastic piece had broken off, leaving a quarter of an inch inside the machine connector, which was subsequently completely jammed because the plastic threads were worn away, and the plastic itself having been squashed/melted into the metal threads.
After a few tries of tring to pry/unscrew the damn thing out, I just took my knife and started carving plastic. A few short bursts of air from an enema Bulb (thank you Nurse Donna for knowing where one was), the last bits of plastic dust were cleared out, and the new draedel/top was screwed in. Already, I could feel the threads wearing down, and was assured that ti would be broken soon again anyway. Then Marilyn the office manager asked me if knew anything about fixing air conditioning, to which I replied no.
On the plus side, Terri the CNP awarded me with a lime green freezie pop.
today is the big Picnic for Park's Martial Arts, and I have egg rolls ready to fry. I'm pretty stoked, gonna bring my ball and glove and the volleyball set we got for our wedding but never used (lack of grass in Glen Burnie). Plus, Lisa's Mom is coming to town for a visit, and she gets to see me sing the liturgy in church tomorrow!
God, I'm such a dork.
:o)