At the top of the list of things I don’t get used to, I would place stopping fountains of blood coming from my son’s face and subsequent trips to the ER to stitch up the gashes.
It isn’t a new feeling, I’ve been sick to my stomach like this before. While getting dinner ready for the kid and myself this evening, he took a spill climbing into his chair and we were off to the races again. I was able to get the bleeding to stop here at the house with some medical tape but knew the 1-inch or longer slice needed medical attention.
With his mother (and the family nurse) at work, Cohen and I were left to figure it out ourselves. I don’t know how to even describe what his head will look like after this but it will be his third scar on his face before the age of two, by far the biggest and probably most noticeable.
Even describing it, I want to throw up. Not because it grosses me out, but the fact that I can’t figure out for the life of me how this keeps happening. Every time in the forehead region. How about a knee or elbow for goodness sake? (more…)
After being contacted by the PF Flyer company, I stand corrected my post that the New Vantage shoes from A Fashionable Thursday are not in fact produced by Converse – nor does it look like they have ever been – but instead by the PF Flyer corporation.
If you missed it yesterday, the gold-standard by which all other “6th days” will be measured today: http://peopleofwalmart.com/
I don’t really care whether this is computer generated or real, all I know is that it’s loco en la cabeza.
And finally men, I present 7 ways to get out of having to go shopping with your wife:
Even after I caught (and released) the possum on Tuesday, I was pretty sure he wasn’t the culprit in the varmint chimney stay-cation. Upon returning home tonight from Meet the Teacher night at C’s school, my wife mentioned hearing something again.
I grabbed a flashlight to inspect but couldn’t see anything in the chimney. After grabbing some expired tuna from the pantry, I set out to bait the trap again. While baiting the trap, I heard something moving in the dark a different direction from the chimney.
Coming into the light from my garden was this not-so-little guy:
I quietly grabbed the wife with camera in tow and the flashlight and managed to get this image as he headed back over the fence and out of sight. Not the greatest picture but maglite’s aren’t widely known for their photography lighting.
The hole into the chimney is now boarded off with the cage right in front and a delectable array of aged tuna. Bon apetit my furry friend. Get to it before the possums do.
Admitting publicly – like I am about to do – that I follow several blogs related to fashion ultimately raises my rating on the gay-ness scale one full notch. One notch doesn’t sound like that much until you realize that the scale only goes to seven. I’m not at seven yet but I might have just crossed the half-way point.
For a while now, I’ve been following and star-ing some of the things that catch my eye in my reader and I decided it was finally time to do something with them. I can’t afford any of them so I might as well share them with everyone else in hopes that the gifts will start flowing.
We’ll see how long I can last in up-keeping a regular posting schedule of a theme. My previous attempt fell quite short.
Rules: There are no rules. If I like it, it has a chance of making the cut. Some, but not all will be higher-end dress related and most of anything posted will be looks I could only hope to attain but more than likely couldn’t pull off. Feel free to submit your finds here, they might just make this highly prestigious list. (more…)
