This is not a journal! Or a diary!

Well sometime in the next week or so my son should be born. This will be my 3rd child. I have a six year old daughter and a three year old son already. This weekend I am going to set aside time to do something with each of them, one on one with me before the new one is born. Years ago, I never wanted children, ever. I had my old lady agreeing with me too, never any children for us. Then in 2006 we find out she's pregnant. Ok. I can deal with one kid, surely it won't bother me too much... When she was about two and a half we made the mutual decision that our darling baby daughter needed a sibling to grow up with, to share experiences with and be there for each other when we parents are old and die. In 2010 my son was born. For the last three years it's just been us and them, enjoying the growing up process and watching them learn so much. Now there's gonna be another miniature jc972 for the world to have to deal with, not one but two! HA HA HA It's with mixed feelings that the old lady is getting fixed so there will be no more children for us. In a way I'm glad she is but I like the thoughts of having 6 or 8 kids but it seems there aren't too many girls that are up for that many, my wife included. Plus, I am the only one working and I need a big raise as it is. I hope none of the kids will inherit social phobia from their dear old dad, I really hope that gene didn't carry on. Got my fingers crossed for good luck for them... :)
 
I had a really good day with my daughter today. She is just like her mother, talk talk talk. I find humor in it. We were riding down the highway and she is yakking like non stop, I heard about all the kids at school and her teacher and she told me all her "secrets". "Daddy, do you wanna hear the secret that Emma told me? She don't color inside the lines!" I get so many laughs from her. She also loves Lynyrd Skynyrd, she is very much her father's daughter! I told her she didn't have to do her homework this weekend (she is in the first grade! Homework? No, sir!), to which she just smiled at me. And she got the idea somewhere that she is going to get my blue truck when she gets old enough to drive, she told me that too. I would really feel better with her driving that thing than some tiny smart car that would crumple like a beer can in an accident. As the sun was setting she said she wanted to pick some flowers and put them on my great great great grandfather's grave in the Confederate cemetery, so that's where we went. She loves history, especially my family's history. She said she wants to know as much as she can about our family. She is so smart, I'm so proud of my little girl. :bigsmile:
 
Q; If you chew one can of snuff how many packs of cigarettes would that be equivalent to?

A; About 2 1/2 packs of cigarettes (worth of nicotine).


GOOD GOD!!! 2 cans a day for the last eleven or twelve years, 1 can a day since 1994... That means I've used 29,200 packs of cigarettes worth of nicotine in the last 19 years! OH...MY...GOD... :eek: I really need to quit. But I simply don't want to because I enjoy it. But I reckon I really should for health reasons.
 
I have a great fear of heights, but the time had come to check out the roof on my house to check for loose/missing/cracked shingles, so with that, I got out the ladder and climbed onto the roof. Just as I suspected for a house built in 1979/1980, the roof is bad. Not leaking...yet. But there are some areas that will need attention in the next 6 months. I am planning on installing a new metal roof this coming spring and I'm debating on either doing it all myself or hiring a contractor. I'd love to just do it all myself and save a boatload of money but at the same time I know that I'm not a professional and I do want it done correctly. In 2009 I helped a friend (who only called when he needed something) put a new metal roof on his grandmother's home. It was mostly done in one day but that particular house was built before 1920 and I'm almost certain there wasn't a tape measure or a framing square within 100 miles because there wasn't a straight angle anywhere on that roof! It wasn't easy to get that high up on a steep roof and start replacing it but somehow I managed. What I did today made me swimmy headed every time I looked down, even though I was only 20-30 foot off the ground. While I was up there I went ahead and cleaned out the guttering, which was full of tiny gravel that had come off the aging shingles. What a nightmare. It made me wonder how I put metal roofing on a house that was higher off the ground with a lot steeper roof :idontknow: I am by no means a professional carpenter or roofer but I can do enough to maintain a home by myself, although I have built a number of things that looked pretty decent when I was finished. The funny thing is that when I was a fireman, every now and then I'd have to climb a ladder into a 2nd or 3rd story window and find people and carry them back down the ladder but what I realized is that when the choices are either climb down or burn to death... I'll climb down every time! When there's no fire and I just have to get up on top of a roof, I'm almost going nuts until I'm standing on dirt again. Should I just man up and do the new roof myself and save a lot of money or hire a professional and know it was done right?
 
My family found out today that my great-aunt, my grandmother's only sister has been diagnosed with breast cancer. Normally, the family would be stopping by her house to see and check on her but she lives in Los Angeles, and has since 1957. I haven't seen her since 1999, when I flew out to Dallas, Texas for the family reunion on grandmaw's side. That was the only time I met that particular aunt. Grandmaw broke down crying as grandpaw told me and my old lady about her cancer. As far as I know, up until this she has been in good health to be 78 years old. I hope her doctors can get it under control.
 
I felt like being mean at work earlier. A co worker found a big hornet nest outside the plant so I went out there with a plastic bag and put the bag over the nest and caught all the hornets and the whole nest. Then I took it straight to the engineering boss's office and tossed the bag down only after shaking them up so they're good and mad :mad: Normally I wouldn't do this but this particular dude tried to get some workers fired for no reason at all so I have a strong dislike for him. He didn't have a reason for trying to get them fired and he admitted it to another higher up, what a tool. I hope he likes hornets :popcorn:
 
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A hornet nest just like this one ha ha ha ha ha ha
 
This evening I took a ladder and got up on the roof of my house and fixed some shingles that had been put on wrong. It's a good thing a previous owner left a pile of unused shingles in the corner of the garage! I got the ladder out of the garage and found a hammer and grabbed up a stack of shingles and started to climb. I tried not to look down the whole time I was up there but I had to put some tar on some exposed nail heads right under the electric lines that feed my home and the wind started blowing so the big wires coming from the utility pole were swaying in the wind while I had to reach between them to seal the spot. Mildly tense situation. Right at that very moment in time my wife came out of the house with a glass of lemonade for me and seen the whole reaching between high voltage wires deal and she totally freaked! Truth be told, I'd rather deal with high voltage electricity than be on a high roof any day. I learned to work safely on electricity in technical school, unfortunately, there is no school for being afraid of high places that I know of. I have to say, these few times of working on the roof have helped me with the fear of heights but it's not gone away, just a bit better. I'm really trying to get better about high places. I used to go into burning houses for minimum wage! I'm not claustrophobic though. I once got down in a well on my cousin's farm so I could wire up a well pump. Albeit, the hole was about 5 feet in diameter and lined in rock, an old hand dug well. It was at least 80 feet deep and fifty feet down to the water, where the pump was. Water and electricity don't mix and I wasn't a bit scared to get down there and wire his new pump. I wasn't afraid of that so why should I have to be scared of heights? The one caveat was that I had a steel cable around my waist while down in the well so I couldn't fall and drown. My wife went with me, and she had a freaking out spell over that too, like she has no faith in me. I figure If I can work on high places I can work on people skills too. We shall see.
 
I forgot to mention earlier that I took my wife to the hospital yesterday and got good news, they are going to start inducing her labor at 5:00 A.M. Sunday. She is already dilated somewhat and having contractions :) baby will be here soon :)
 
So our suitcase is in the car, the car is in the garage. I washed it earlier and filled it up with gas. The kids are staying with my parents until we get home. I'm about to go take a shower and put on nicer clothes than I normally wear. I'm nervous about the whole thing even though I was there when both of our kids were born, I generally know what to expect but I'm still nervous. Lets everybody cross their fingers and hope this baby will have green eyes like me :bigsmile:
 
It's been 11 hours and she is halfway there and I have only left her side to get a drink from the vending machine. I haven't left to eat or use the head. I told her that in another hour I will have to go eat but that I would be back in 15 minutes and I'll take my cell phone with me in case of anything.
 
I went downstairs and had a grilled chicken salad and a red velvet cupcake. Came back to my bride and she is on plenty of pain meds and eating a popsickle, just kicked back waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
 

MollyBeGood

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Oh Hi

Just discovered your thingy here...not a journal thingy lol...

Wow keep us posted on the baby! How exciting for you both :) :)
 
Oh Hi

Just discovered your thingy here...not a journal thingy lol...

Wow keep us posted on the baby! How exciting for you both :) :)

I just wanted to go against the grain, so to speak, with the name. It is exactly a journal :) a rather boring one IMHO hahahaha
 
My son was born at 12:15 A.M. He weighs 8 pounds 10 ounces and is 20 1/2" long. Wife and baby are in excellent health and are both happy :bigsmile: I'm so glad they are both doing well, thank you all for all the well wishes/support/thoughts/prayers/et cetera. I really appreciate it :bigsmile:
 
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