They left me

I got home from work this morning and found that my family has packed up and left me. Can you believe it....ME? They left ME?

I'm not really all that pissed about it, I probably would have done the same thing, given the chance. I just can't believe they did it.


So, if anyone needs me I'll be here until Wednesday.

The family? Where are they, you ask?

Why they are right here

All I did was suggest they go ahead a day before me, because I had to work. I never expected them to do it!

I'll be there tomorrow afternoon when I wake up.


FUN FUN FUN!!!!!!!

Airport

Ever been late, and not realize exactly how late you really are? That's what happened to me today. #1 Son went to his Grandparents house in New England today. We set off for Orlando International around 1:30, or so. Which by the way, is what time he was SUPPOSED to be there for check-in. I swear to God I didn't realize how late I was. I was in no hurry whatsoever. We even stopped for a bite to eat at Mickey-D's drive-thru on our way to the Beeline, or Beachline, or whatever the hell they call SR 528 these days. We got to the airport found somewhere to park, after driving around for awhile, and headed over to the terminal. As we came out of the pedestrian tunnel and into the main terminal #1 Son accidently got on the wrong escalator, which was parallel to the one I was on. His only went up one level, to the Rental Car area. So he told me he'd meet me up on three, which is the main floor.

I waited in front of the elevators for about five minutes before panic started to show it's ugly little head. About the time I was going to go on a manhunt, I see the top of his ballcap rising up on the escalator. Apparently he forgot what floor he supposed to go to, so he took the elevator down to the tunnel level, and got on the right escalator.

We finally get up to the ticket counter, and the lady kind of gives a little tsk tsk sound and comments that we are a little late. We check his bags, get his ticket, my escort paperwork, and haul ass to the TSA baggage search area. While in line I ask him what time it is, #1 shows me his watch, His plane leaves in five minutes. I start apologizing to him, explaining that I didn't realize how late we were. Actually I just never felt 'rushed'.

We take the Monorail over to his gate, and he runs ahead to the gate to check-in, and get a boarding pass. I have all his gear and am behind him. I get to the gate, and he isn't talking to the gate agent, he's in the boarding line. I said "No, over here, you need your pass." He runs over, and I inform the lady that #1 is supposed to be on this plane. I then ask if there it's still possible for him to get a boarding pass. She checks in her computer, and the next thing I know we have a boarding pass, and he is the last one aboard the plane.

I know by watching that reality TV show that many people have some really big problems flying Southwest Airlines. But, if the service we were given is any indication of their commitment to their customers, then I'll have to continue using them exclusively. We were totally late, were treated curtiously, and his baggage made it on the plane with him.

Lexapro really works for anxiety.....maybe too good, because I felt no urgency at all.

Nothing

I have nothing at all to say......

I'm too tired to think straight................

Too many thoughts spinning.............

Can't hold on to one long enough for it to make sense..............


'night

Creepy Crawly Store (Explicit Lyrics ahead)

The minions and I took a trip to the odd pet store today to get some crickets for a science experiment. I guess there is a way to tell the air temperature by counting how many chirps a cricket makes a minute, then adding forty. Keep in mind I hate spiders and snakes. Now I can handle Garter snakes, Big Daddy Longlegs, your typical garden variety creepy-crawly...but you throw in eight foot Boa Constrictors, Monitors, Scorpions (The big ones), Rats, and tarantulas...then I'm a big pussy. Yes, I'll admit in front of God and everyone, I'm a big pussy when it comes to the above described 'pets'.

Mrs. Molly was kind of teasing me, saying we should get a tarantula....I informed her that it would be a waste of money, because I would kill it before it ever hit the countertop.

When I was around fourteen, I used to hang out with Kelli and Kristi, they lived right up the hill from us, and we were right around the same age. We're sitting at the dining room table at the girl's house, playing Rummy, when their Dad placed a Tarantula skin on my shoulder. I flipped the fuck out, I bounced right out of the chair, out of the room, and out of the house. I knew they had one of those spiders, what I didn't know? That the damn things shed like a snake.

Ever since then........I have been deathly afraid.

I braved the store, and we got our crickets. The kids started in on me about the spiders. Their razzing didn't go for long, because I picked up a little styrofoam container with a great big tarantula in it, and waved it in THEIR faces. They shut up right away, excepts for the screams. I was brave for a minute......but my ass was puckered so tight, I ripped a hole in my boxer briefs.

Camping

I really can't tell if I'm in any sort of mood to write tonight. This will probably end up being like an episode of Seinfeld, but not as funny.

Both of my favorite ball teams lost their games tonight, and I'm unhappy about it.

I can't wait to get my tent out of layaway on Thursday. Not that I'll be going camping anytime soon, but it's a step closer. It gets too damn hot in the Summer down here to go camping with a tent. So, if we want to do any camping it will have to be in a more Northern location, like Tennessee, Georgia, or North Carolina. There is a place in North Carolina that I'm really interested in visiting. The place is called Chimney Rock Park, it's where portions of one of my favorite movies was filmed. I'll give you five points if you figure out the movie. Here's a hint for you............Magua.

At the end of the month I get my vacation check, so we'll be purchasing our Disney World Seasonal Passes. It's been about two years since we've been, and there have been some new additions to the park since. Plus, I promised the kids we would do it again. They also have a neat campground over there too. If you don't like to camp, there is always the cabins, which were really cool. Just remember, if you don't want to walk around Ft. Wilderness, you had better reserve your golf cart in ADVANCE.
We really didn't mind the walking, so it wasn't really a problem for us.

I've been here just shy of six hours so far, and have six to go...........and I'm bored as all hell.

Long Drive

Thursday my wife and I unloaded the children, except for my BB, and we headed North to Jacksonville. Mrs. Molly's Nana is in pretty bad shape, and we agreed that she would always regret it if she never said goodbye. So, we made the three hour trip, and found an empty house. Apparently the Aunt had taken Nana in to get checked out. (Nana had fallen in her bedroom, and split open her head, when she hit the dresser.) To kill some time, we went down to the Jacksonville Landing. Neither one of us had been there in years, and we felt like tourists. There are some really cool restaurants and bars there, but from the looks of things the shops must have blown their loads during the Super Bowl, because there are only a few left.

After that we went over to the Regency area of town, and had dinner at Red Lobster. It was just nice to have a dinner with the two of us. (BB slept)

Finally around 7:30 we were able to go and visit with Nana. We introduced her to BB, took some pictures, hung out for two hours, and then headed back home.

Mrs. Molly and I did get a little frisky in the car on the way home, and if those truckers could have seen in the windows, I imagine we would have had an 'escort' until we took our exit.

We got home around two, and didn't get to sleep until around 4:00.......I had to get up at 8:00 to get the kids, but it was definitely worth it.

My Doll

Today I received an interesting gift from my wife. You know those little dolls that are marketed as the Perfect Wife, and Perfect Husband?

Well, she got me the Perfect Wife doll. Now, I'm not usually one to play with dolls, especially if they aren't anatomically correct. But, this one looks a bit like my wife, and when you press it's left hand, the doll says just about everything my real wife won't. I told Mrs. Molly that I will name it after her, just because of what it says.

I felt a little strange carrying a doll into work, and I did receive some strange looks from co-workers. But, after the doll spoke, then I was OK again.

Took the kids to see Ice Age 2 this afternoon. It was pretty good, quite a bit of the humor was more of an adult nature, but sailed right over the kids' heads.

Now I'm going to play with my dolly.

Eclectic Ramble

I'm sitting here trying to come up with something witty to say so the two or three people that read this blog o'crap, will continue to do so. Many days I come to work, go home, sleep, get up, watch my children through heavy lids, and then come back to work. When I'm working like this my life becomes like the movie Groundhog Day. Nothing changes, seems like one continuous day that goes on forever. So, I lead a very boring life at times.

On one hand I can't wait for this rocket to launch, so I can have a normal schedule for awhile. But, then my overtime goes away, and that extra cash is really nice. But, then you think about all the time you miss with your family. It all gets so crazy and mixed up.

Actually the word is that my shift may go away permanently after launch. Most of the stuff I do is to be automated. If that's the case I'm going to ask to be removed from this department, to work on flight hardware again. This crap gets boring. Even with all that time off, I still feel really burned out on this. That may have something to do with how things were in the Navy. The longest I was with any squadron was five years. I must be getting that gypsy itch.

Found out my wife's grandmother is entering her last few days here in this world. I see the pain on Mrs. Molly's face, and I know how hard that is. Her Nana raised her, so this is like her mother dying. I went to the store today, and bought her a really nice condolence card. Something that said what I wanted to express, because if I tried to vocalize my feelings, it would have come out all wrong, and I'd look like a turd. Not that I was going to say anything mean or indifferent. I just have a knack for saying stupid shit.

Oh well, farewell Nana, I'll miss you.

My Porn name

Your Porn Star Name Is...

Rod Steel

What's Your Porn Star Name?

There it is, my new name. I never thought of myself as Rod before. But, the geniuses behind these name generators have blessed me with my new name, and since they are all powerful, I will have to roll with it.

I need to go home and tell Mrs. Molly to fire up the video camera, and wash that thing up, because we're going Hollywood when I get home!

Fires

It's been really dry in this area for quite sometime. In fact, I believe we are approximately six inches below our normal rainfall amount for the year thus far.

Combine that with heat, low humidity, and morons......and you get fire.

There is a local park, really popular with people around here. it has a camping area, playgrounds, a Bandstand, Frisbee golf course, swimming lakes, fishing lakes, and nature trails. Two weeks ago 1/2 of the park went up in smoke. I don't have any idea what actually caused the fire, but I'm sure some dumbass with a cigarette was involved.

The trails were sandy, with palmettos and longleaf pines everywhere. It was really quite beautiful. Now, it looks like a battleground. Three days after the fire, when the park finally opened up again, the boys and I took a walk through the park. Several areas were still smoldering as we walked. It was kind of erie in a way, the smoky haze made it look surreal.
We walked the whole thing and tried to recognize old landmarks, but it was very difficult to recognize anything pre-burn. But, some of the wildlife is still there, we saw two turtles along the trail.
There are currently another six or seven fires burning in this county. We have another month or so, until our rainy season starts. I just hope we don't end up like 1998 again. (Huge droughts, and 1/2 of the state in smoke.)

Easter Presents

So, I get home today, Mrs. Molly and the kids are already in the grocery getter, ready to go to Church. I tap on the window, to give her a kiss goodbye, and she tells me my Easter Basket is on the table in the house. I was a little surprised, because I never get anything for Easter, and never really thought about it getting her anything. I mean the kids sure, but US? So, she asks me where hers is, I lie and tell her it's in the car trunk, but I hadn't signed it or anything yet. She leaves, I go in and see my basket. It has the standard chocolate bunny, a little bit of candy, beef jerky, and a card. I open the card, and there is two sales invoices from internet purchases that fall out.

The first one I pick up is a $50.00 gift certificate from Baseball Express, the other is the one that blows my mind. She purchased a sheer bodystocking, and crotchless panties from Fredericks. Keep in mind I had been trying to talk her into getting one for years, so this is a big deal.

I'm walking on cloud nine right now, and am anxiously awaiting the night after the gifts arrive, because I can't wait to see her in them.........

Homesick

I've been feeling rather homesick recently. I've been gone for about seven years now, and it's been hitting me really hard recently. Don't get me wrong, Florida is a nice enough place to live. I just miss the mountains, the cool breezes that move the clouds up against the foothills, the drizzling rain. Most of all I miss my family. I spent over eight years away when I was in the service, I spent a little over two back there after I got out, and have been gone ever since.

Sure it's not the same place anymore, I realize that. I don't know if I want to live there again or not. i just know how I feel. Right now it's hitting me really hard. Maybe it's because I just had a daughter, and I want my parents to see her. maybe it's because my Mom has only seen my kids a handful of times. It's hard sometimes to think that they are all 3,500 miles away.

Just a passing whine........I promise there will be very few of these.

FRAMP and a SEAL Attack

What is a FRAMP you ask?

A FRAMP is, or was where Sailors and Marines in the Aviation go to learn the aircraft they will be working on. It's a step above the generalized training offered by A-school. Since my final duty station was to be at Naval Air Station Cecil Field, which was located in Jacksonville, Florida, the US Navy in it's infinite wisdom sent me to NAS Lemoore, California. Which is just south of Fresno. Makes since doesn't it? Well actually it does because the school for Airlant (Naval Air Force Atlantic Fleet) had closed. Let me tell you one thing, I loved that base. The Operations side is like two or three miles away from the mainside. Which means hardly any low flying jets, and flightline noise. This is an issue that will come up later in life for me.

Plus, here's the kicker....I had actual freedom. I mean freedom not seen by me since I was a civilian. I was given a schedule for the course of the next several months. Any day that I did not have at least one class I was to report to the Training Squadron and check-in for 'training' there. Let me say this about that, it sucked going to that squadron. The thing is if you went there you either scrubbed shitters all day, or ended up sitting in an office all day trying to find neat imaginary pictures in the linoleum. But, if you had at least one class in a day, that was good enough. So I might have a class at 1000, that only lasted maybe 1/2 hour...I'm good for that whole day. That was the shit!

Then when it came down to actually learning the systems of the A-7E in the classroom, I had night classes. This was awesome, man what a life.

One morning around 0600 (way too early for this squid), an explosion goes off in the stairwell of my barracks. Almost immediately the fire alarm goes off, and shouts of warning from other students. So my roommate, along with everyone else get out of the barracks. We head over to the Marine barracks, and are told that the Seals have attacked the base. The base knew this was going to happen, it was a planned exercise, nobody knew when or where the attack would take place, but apparently my barracks was the diversion. So after the smoke was cleared we were allowed to return to our room, in our 'bombed out' barracks. I went back to sleep, only to be awakened several hours later by the sound of a police radio coming from outside my window. I looked outside, and here was a Deputy sheriff from King's County outside my window. So, I started shooting the shit with her, and her partners trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Apparently the Seal Team had taken over the barracks next door and had 'booby trapped' all points of entry. They had hostages in the Quarterdeck (Lobby) and were demanding breakfast, for a hostage. I had a front row seat.....fucking cool!

I ran down to the lounge got some snacky treats, pulled up a chair, and listened in on the days happenings. At some point the food was delivered, and the 'bad guys' didn't like that it came from the base galley, so they shot the hostage on his way to safety. The bad guys were pissed because they wanted McDonald's, which was right next door. I guess the hostage was shot with a paint ball, I couldn't see, all I could do was listen in. Eventually the exercise was called off, I guess some loon tune had brought a real weapon to work, and they had to go take care of a real problem, before any war games. When it was called off, the base Helo dropped a flare in the field next to the barracks to signify game off........and started a wild fire, that was contained rather quickly...just seemed really funny at the time.

Baby Girl Pam

My little BB has got a case of the red ass.....and I mean bad. The poor thing has been pooping too much, and it is probably due to the formula. See the thing is Mrs. Molly has been trying to breast feed.....a good thing right? Well, I guess she was overly active and for some reason that is a bad thing when trying to produce boobie milk. Plus the manual and the powered pump we had was just crap. The lactation specialist said we needed to get the one she had in the hospital, you know the one that looks like should be on a farm. I am proud to say that the Tall Timberz Dairy is now in operation, but production is still down.

I went to the GNC and bought the Fenugreek, she went on the pill that produces milk, but makes you want to drive off an overpass, and she has a beer during each pumping session. All of which are supposed to help in lactation. Well, except for the driving off the overpass.

Back to my little BB, she is also getting a little cold, which I imagine to her is quite large. Poor thing she is so small that the aspirator we have won't fit in her nostril. I give her lot's of kisses, but I don't think it helps the cold much.

She did an amazing feat today. Me and Mrs. Molly were giving her a diaper change, when all of a sudden old faithful went off and she launched a stream of watery poo 24" onto Mrs. Molly's pj pants. I happily cheered, even as Mrs. Molly was slapping and cussing me. It WAS funny.....................

Red Vines

I don't know how many of you have ever tried Red Vines before, but in my eyes, they are the candy of gods. The cheap imitation of Twizzlers, just don't come close to the quality of a Red Vine.

Many a movie of my youth was spent munching on them and popcorn at the same time. I guess you could call that one of my guilty pleasures. A darkened theatre, a bag of popcorn, a tray of Red Vines, and a cup of Dr. Pepper........it doesn't get any better than that, unless Mrs. Molly happens to get frisky. But since we hardly ever get to go out to a movie, and I'm usually the one to take the rugrats out to see a flick, I'll have to stick with my licorice and popcorn.

I don't JUST love the red ones, I really like the black ones too. You know, real licorice. The American Licorice company even makes a two lbs. bag that has both.....awwwwww now my mouth is watering.

Unfortunately the theatres here in Florida have never caught on to my candy of choice, and for a long time neither did any stores. I used to have to 'import' the candy from Washington St, from where my dear old mom would send me care packages of all things good.

Now, however the stores do stock it, and the next time I go to a movie with the crumb-snatchers, I'm stopping by Albertson's, or Walmart, and getting me a bag to smuggle in.

Bedtime

So, I get off work Saturday morning and go sleep in the boys' bunkbed, because the Mrs. and the new Princess kind of campout in my room. Oh, and I'm afraid my fat ass will collapse the bed, so I strictly stay on the bottom bunk. I wake up around 10:00 with an awful feeling in my throat. I sit up, as well as anyone can in a bunkbed, and proceed to yak all over myself. I probably looked just like Linda Blair in The Exorcist. Oh, it was pure nastiness to say the least. It was not a very pleasant smell at all.

Mrs. Molly let me stay in bed the rest of the day, and most of Sunday as well. I was totally off limits to the world. One of my only complaints about my wife, is the fact that she will not deal with me when I'm sick. If I'm sick, she wants nothing to do with me. It's go away, just go to bed. No offers of juice, water, nothing.

See when she's sick, I try to nurture her, but man, sometimes it feels like I'm not allowed. She nurtures the children fine, and you know that's expected, but sometimes a guy wants to feel like he's cared for...you know? Anyways, that's really the only complaint I have with her.

My damn lower back ended up killing me, from the bed, and a previous water skiing injury, that I may have written about on hear in the past.

Anywho, Pizza and Little Debbie snacks don't look pretty the second time around.

ABC's of me

I got this from Kelly, this gal is pretty damn funny.
Molly's A2Z facts ...

Accent - American English, but since I grew up next to the Canadian border, I have been asked a few times if I was from Canada.

Booze of choice - Beer, but Crown Royal can be pretty tasty...so can Tequila. Aww crap anything but Spiced rum and Lysol will do me fine.

Chore I hate - making the bed....why? We're just going to get back in, in twelve hours.

Dog or Cat -I like the cat MUCH better than the soft serve dispenser she calls a dog.

Essential Electronics - 'puter

Favorite perfume/cologne - Tommy Girl for her, Old Spice for me.....kidding, I meant Brute 33. (Actually I like Cool Water)

Gold or Silver - I'd have to go with the Gold.

Hometown - Bellingham, Washington.....just voted 2nd in the nation for clean air.

Insomnia - Not by choice

Job Title - Aerospace technician

Kids - Yes......five of them. We finally figured out what causes them, and she got fixed.

Living Arrangement - Married with Children, in Rental House. (We haven't decided if we want to buy here.)

Most Admired Trait - My Serious Nature

Number of Sexual Partners - More than one, less than one hundred, unless you do the I slept with everyone, that anyone I slept with has. If that's the case.....

Overnight Hospital Stays - Only after the birth of a couple of our kids, I stayed in the room with Mrs. Molly.

Phobia - Jail (Actually being someone's bitch in jail)

Quote - 'The view in an elevator is much different to a midget.'

Religion - Christian

Siblings - three

Time I wake up - Noonish, but i don't get to sleep until around eight a.m.

Unusual talent/skill - Ask Mrs. Molly...ok you can't ask her, but she could tell you if you could ask her.

Vegetable I refuse to eat -Garbonzo Beans

Worst Habit - Farting, hey there's more room on the outside, than in me.

X-rays - Dental, and chest x-rays(from the Navy)

Yummy foods I make -BBQ Roast Santa Maria style.

Zodiac sign -Cancer (or Moonchild if you're scared of the word Cancer.) That makes me loyal AND moody.

A Good Cause

Today as i was listening to the Philips Phile on the radio (can also be heard on XM channel 152). When they started interviewing a man named Ron who is currently walking the Appalchian Trail. He has started in Georgia, and is going to work his way up to Maine. His timetable has him at the end of his Trek by sometime in September.

The neat thing about Ron, is that he is doing this for charity. Ron is raising money for a privately funded home for Atypical children. I would appreciate it if you would visit Ron at his website and blog, and maybe even donate. What would really be great, is for all of you to spread the word on this. With all of us out here in the Blog world, we could easily raise at least double the $20,000 goal.

It's just an idea, that I hope takes off.

Frustration

I had written all about the troubles my wife is having with her breast feeding, and the switch I was making from Wellbutrin to Lexapro, when blogger ate my post.

Disney World

Living in Central Florida has a few advantages. One of which is the close proximity to the theme parks. Orlando is just a short drive, and of all theme parks, I will still have to say that Disney is still the best.

We usually purchase Seasonal Passes, that are offered to Florida Residents. We have some blackout dates throughout the year. To be really honest with you though, the blackout days are the parks' busiest, and I don't want to be there when the rest of you are there anyways. If I were one of you tourist types, I wouldn't come down here during the dead heat of Summer. Nor would I come down here during either the Holidays, or Spring Break.

It's too damn hot to be walking around a theme park anytime between May and September. To be honest April is our usual cut-off date. Oh sure we might go over and stay at one of the resorts for a weekend, but walking the park...forget that! You need to come here when the temperature and humidity are down, and when all the other families are still back home.

Universal is a nice park too. I would put it a very close second to Disney. Islands Of Adventure has several water rides to help cool you off.

Sea World, though nice, is very small, and to be really honest, not really worth the price of admission. There aren't really that many things to see to make it worthwhile. The only redeeming quality is the free beer samples given out by Anheuser-Busch.

International Drive is the tourist trap area of Orlando......a few neat things to look at. (Ripley's Believe it or Not, Titanic, Wet-n-Wild, and various restaurants.

These are just my opinions, and we all know what they say about opinions.

Lime Sherbet, Dead Friends, and Baseball

No they don't really have anything to do with one another, do they? But, I was thinking of changing the name of this blog to match the funny new color I have on this current template. That's what I get for screwing around with my old template.

In my life I have lost three or four people that I consider friends or really good aquaintances. I know there will be more as I get older.

The most recent loss was a couple of weeks ago. Ron finally lost his fight with cancer. He had cancer in one of his eyes about five years ago. He almost made it to the five year mark in his remission. About a year and a half ago, the cancer came back. This time it was in his teeming in his liver. Ron was given six months to tie up any loose ends here on Earth. Ron stretched that six months into another year and a half.

I caught up with Ron recently at the Union hall when we voted in the new contract. I asked him how he was doing, and if he was getting better. I knew even before the question left my lips what the answer was going to be. Looking at the man standing before me, with his features swollen from his cancer, and the meds that were constantly being pushed into his body from a little box strapped around his waist, I knew he was dying. he told me he wasn't going to make it. I told Ron I was sorry. He looked into my eyes, and asked me why I was sorry? Everybody dies, he said. I just have a better idea of when I will go. I didn't say much else, I could only nod my head, and wonder what that must feel like. I hope I never know....................

I'm so glad baseball is back on, I can't stand the NBA, and while I like Hockey, it's just not the same as baseball.

Knees

My knees are really aching these days. I figure it has alot to do with all the punishment I put them through when I was younger. Logging, running in boots, running up and down ladders (stairs) on the ship, and kneeling on the flight deck, while trying to fix and launch aircraft.

Lately though, I think it has more to do with my weight. Since I graduated from high school eighteen years ago, I have gained sixty freaking pounds. Granted, some of that weight is muscle, but I still have a gut, and my damn face is puffy. I'm not saying I'm Shrek, but if I don't really start working on this I'm definately on that road. That is a road I would rather not travel. Diabetes runs in my family, as does it's major cause.....obesity.

It was all fun and games as a child picking on my dad, calling him an old fat fart. But, he always chided me, and always told me to wait, because he used to be skinny too. Well, Pops was right, I have become an old fat fart. (I am about the same age as he was when I started teasing him.) To be honest with you, I don't like any part of that label. I don't like old or fat.

I am going to start doing something about this in the next few days. As of yesterday I weigh 228 lbs. My goal is to get down to 175-180 by the middle of July, when I have my birthday. I'll call it a present to myself.

I'm not going to fad diet, or anything. I'm just going to cut out certain things, and try to burn more calories than I take in.


By the way, I'm no longer a secret smoker, I have quit and am going to make sure it's for good this time. Those little effers are too expensive.

I figured it out

I just remembered my password. I hate it when I have a brain fart like that.

You ever do that? I mean just go totally blank, and forget everything? I seem to be doing that quite a bit these days.

Little baby Pam was born recently. My fifth and last child has come into this world. She is definitely the runt of my litter, she was born pre-term, and spent about a week in the NICU. But, I will tell you this she came into the world breathing on her own. The funny part is that she sounded more like a cat than a baby. I'm just ecstatic about the whole thing, she is so very beautiful. In addition to the strike, I ended up taking another month off to take care of my wife and family. The wifey had a terrible pregnancy, especially toward the end, it was to the point where she could have died if they didn't take the little one when they did.

Anyways little baby Pam, and Mom are doing great, and Daddy is back to work....thankfully.

By the way, Pam is a pseudonym, just like Tall Molly Man.