Ally Lou Who

We were watching the Grinch and I noticed some thing. Ally looks like Cindy Lou Who.

  OK, maybe it’s just me. But she’s still really cute though.

Let’s Eat A Big Bird

Pearl found this for me and says it looks like something I would post. Does she know me or what? Well it’s Thanksgiving our plans for the day are this. Get up watch the parades, EAT. Get dressed go to my mother’s, see my family, watch football, EAT. Come home for a few minutes, put on pants with an elastic wasteband, pick up a cheese cake, go to my brother-in-law’s house, see Pearl’s family, MORE EATING. Come home again, take Pepto, let the overdose of tryptophan from all the turkey put me into a coma. All in all a good day. Happy Thanksgiving!!

I’ve Gone Global

The other day I was looking at the stats for my blog and I noticed that I had several comments in my spam blocker. They all turned out to be the usual stuff for on line gambling, prescriptions for Viagra and Cialis( What’s up with that?) except for one. It came from Amsterdam and appeared to be a real comment. I guess when they say World Wide Web they really mean it. Unfortunately the spam blocker deleted the comment before I could retrieve it. Basically here is the overview of the comment, he liked the way my blog looked but thought the point got lost in the translation. I guess my sense of humor doesn’t translate into dutch (Maybe? I think that’s what they speak.) Or maybe I’m just not that funny. NAAAAA!!!! That’s not it, I crack myself up all the time( I’m a legend in my own mind). Well I guess you can’t please everyone but thanks for commenting MR. Amsterdamian ( Or is it Amsterdamite) keep reading and commenting I promise next time to catch it before it gets deleted. I do have to thank him also for helping to break my bloggers block , my brain has been pretty empty lately( actually that’s not that uncommon of an occurrence). The pressure of keeping thousands …errrr hundreds…..OK tens of people giggling at me was just to much. Not really there was just nothing funny going on right now. But look  out I have ideas now.

P.S. The point of my blog is this. It has no point.  It’s just random stuff that I scrape out of my skull. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it’s not. 

The Best New Product Name … Ever!

This is a real product. I saw an ad on ESPN for it. It is some sort of talcum powder. I guess its for people who get a lot of pimples you know where from sitting on your you know what to much.  I hope I never get a baboon butt and have to use this… again. I mean ever!!

My Hero !!!

Well they’re dead. No more swarm. They had their chance to leave but in the end it came down to me or the bees. I think Pearl made the right decision. You know killing the bees and not me. So my brave wife saved me from the bees while I hid at work. If I was at home I would have been cowering in the house with my skirt tucked between my legs. I feel like such a sissy!!! My wife on the other hand was out there sticking her nose into the swarm to get pictures. When the bee keeper came out to get the bees he wore an entire beekeepers suit.

  WHAT A SISSY!! Pearl went out there just in her regular clothes armed only with a can of foaming insecticide. She is now Pearl The Warrior Princess, Slayer of Bees. I am her bumbling sidekick hiding behind her. I’ll have to make her a deal. She kills the bees and I won’t make her go into the crawlspace where the spiders are.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

 The other day we had a swarm of bees is our back yard.Pearl already wrote about this on her blog but I felt I needed to write my point of view. here it is….EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!  A few bees I can deal with but come on!! That swarm is about the size of a small watermelon! Pearl wrote about how interesting the bees were and how she was happy to save them(http://pearlyounger.wordpress.com/2008/06/10/swarm-of-bees/). I just want them to DIE! I know they’re important to the ecosystem but do they have to base themselves in my yard?The bee keeper told Pearl he was stung 5 times the day before, I say he needs a new hobby. He also told Pearl that the remainder of the bees would leave but we still have a clump about the size of a softball hanging in our tree. I want to spray them but if I get stung I might swell up like the Michelin Man. Maybe if I set the tree on fire ???????? I guess I’ll have to let my brave wife save me from the swarm.

Happy Birthday Pearl

I was once told I was the marrying kind by a friend. I didn’t know what she meant until I met Pearl. We’ve been together now for going on 26 years and it seems like yesterday I was telling her how I felt about her. We’ve grown up together, raised a family together, and now we’re grandparents. I never once saw myself doing any of those things before I met Pearl. I just was bumbling through life trying to figure out where I was going to party the next night. When I started liking her other it became clear that I needed to change. She was better than I and I knew it. She has made me the man I am. For that I cannot express my gratitude in words. I guess it just took the right woman to bring out the marrying man in me. I love you Pearl. Happy birthday.

More Alyssa pics

Pround grandparent needed to show off the baby.

Things Learned In The Maternity Ward

I learned many things in the many hours I spent killing time and observing the comings and goings in the mommy wing of the hospital.

1) It has the most uncomfortable furniture on the planet. The furniture was all hard. No padding at all and to spend many many hours on it was just cruel and unusual punishment. With the exception of one comfy leather couch in the area where I was updating my blog. That couch was evidently highly prized by the staff because when I was waiting while Audrey was pushing I heard a couple of members of the staff say it was for staff only. It wasn’t marked in anyway to specify that and I wasn’t going to move, that is where I slept.

2) If men had to give birth the human race would die off. Women amaze me. I have a pretty  high pain tolerance, but there is no way I could try to push a cabbage patch kid out of my crotch without someone putting me out. And they do it for one reason, Love. The just shear time and energy they expend is amazing, a guy would get bored and ask for a beer and ask that the TV get tuned to Sportscenter or the Three Stooges. Both are equally entertaining in man world. The baby would never get born.( I think most women would like to punch Eve in the nose)

3) My wife is a a great  labor coach. She was amazing, at the point in time when Audrey was really having problems, Pearl was right there helping her to relax. You could see that she was giving everything she had to distract and refocus Audrey when Audrey was losing control. ( Ben was great to but I was amazed by my wife)

4) That breast pumps on display are funny. This is a photo of the actual display from the nursing center.

I’m sorry but was it really necessary to put this thing on a mannequin and do you really need to pump both breasts at the same time. And one more thing doesn’t this resemble a milking machine.

Steven wants to try a pump just to see what it feels like.

5) While the maternity ward is a place for great joy and happiness, it can also be a place of great sorrow. While we were waiting in the waiting area we overheard a man speaking about a funeral and someone in Iraq, we assumed it was a soldier lost. We were wrong. While we were waiting with great expectation for our Alyssa, their grandson was stillborn. Very sobering. I said a few prayers for them in my mind and prayed for God to protect Audrey and Alyssa. I was suddenly scared for them. God comforted me and protected them. He is so good to us. But I can’t help but wonder, Why? What purpose did the childs death serve? I’m sure God has a reason far beyond what I could even think.

You Can Call Her “A”

You can call her A or you can call her J . Or you can call her AJK, or you can call her Alyssa, or you can call her Jayden, or you can call her Alyssa Jayden Kesler, or you can call her Allie or you can call her Lyssa but you doesn’t have to call her Al.

Sorry I didn’t update last night, I was sleeping. Alyssa was born at 1:58 this morning, I was sleeping in the waiting area. We left before they measured her so we don’t know her vitals yet.

Here’s a picture

Lots of hair, and I think she looks like her dad.

Thanks for all your prayers, they were very needed it was a long and hard delivery. More pics to come.