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We have She has a minivan. No sweat pants sighted to date, so the fiat stands. I was a bit put-off by finding a pair of her mother’s underwear in our laundry. My first exposure to granny-panties.

Been a little more than busy. Baby's six months now and cute as can be. My chin and chubby cheeks started to show through, so he's looking less and less like the UPS guy each day.

Dad's dementia is getting worse. We're probably back to the point where we were at before the Aricept/Namenda double shot started in January 2007. Bought us 18 months, I guess. Hopefully it can slow the progress of the disease, but (fortunately?) we're not fighting Alzheimer's, but rather small vessel disease. If you're intersted, see this link.

Right now, he's receiving home PT 3x per week to help with his gait and balance. Results have been mixed due to his conditions. Some days good, others, bad. We take them one at a time.

Job's going really well. I managed to chase off the half of my staff that were complete old-guard trouble makers with only two trips to HR. Replacing them with younger, ambitious, educated individuals and some more experienced folks. Good mix with outstanding attitudes. I can claim victory in another year if all goes well.

The wife amazes me every day. Tough as they come and doesn't back down. She's dealing with a failing 85 year old man and a tired, worn out 30 year old husband and through it all, you'd never know. She's a wonderful, caring mother.

Beagle has went to live on a farm. Literally. She was not happy with the squirmy, screamy pink ball that mommy was paying so much attention to. Never nipped at the baby, but I did catch her eyeing him like she does the cats in the neighborhood. The separation was rather easy with the little tike there to fill the gap.

I promise to take more time to blog going forward.

The whiskey works

While we have not officially registered for the baby shower (does Specs have a baby registry?) I wanted to at least let the two people who read this know that we are pregnant. Baby arrives in January, probably around the same time as the mini-van.

Sweat pants have been banned by husbandly fiat.

The good thing is that I didn't have anything else going on in my life to worry about.

And Now For Something Completely Disturbing

I'm a Drudge addict. I admit it. I don't agree with his slant on everything, nor can I begin to understand his obsessions with human cloning, solar flares or Mexicans, but dammit, he can find some hilarious news stories out there.

He also makes me want to curl up in a ball sometimes as well.

Like this story about The Villages retirement communities in Florida. The Villages is basically the Wal-Mart Super-Wal-Mart Costco on 'roids of master-planned retirement communities.

Viagra + infertility + LOTS of free time = STD cluster.

The wife finds the whole thing hysterical. The wife obviously never peered into her grandfather's shaving kit after he got back from vacation only to see a HUGE tube of KY with a massive squeeze mark in the middle of it. I'm going to go curl up in the corner and rock, now.

The Vegas blog (condensed)

I had originally planned to blog the entire 'guys weekend in Vegas,' but ethanol has a tendency to make you forget, and in some cases wish you had forgotten. Anyway, the battery crapped out on the Axim and I had no way to charge it. Attached are my notes from the trip out, which was SEVERELY delayed out of Austin due to the plane having a flat.

I'll follow up with some more details and thoughts on the weekend. There's really not much more to tell other than a small fire in the casino and one one of the guys riding a mechanical bull while trying to mount a cougar.

The stew on the flight out to vegas has worse bo than 9 out of ten construction workers .
That combined with that acrid floral perfume she's wearing!!!

.... Commented to the guys behind me on the plane thinking that the smell was something inherent in the plane- a stained cushion or something....,

So i'm 3 hours late for a late arrival... 5 Crowns 2 Lites 2 jd & pepsis... why do I do this?

I miss michelle and i'm only 1 hour out of atx


1 hour from LAS
They're out of jack & CC is a godawful sub.

The more I drink the more the wsj I stole from the cfo interests me although its taking longer to read each article....

How the fuck do you run out of whiskey on a nonstop to Vegas?

Only 2 times in my life have I hit really bad turbllence... both times I was in the pisser