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God Bless Dinner

I really hope everyone washed their hands first.

Well, it’s almost my birthday, and that means Thanksgiving will be here soon. For years, I enjoyed Thanksgiving because it not only meant that I got to see family that I hadn’t seen in sometime, but because it usually meant I’d get a few more presents.

Unlike people who have birthdays around Christmas, I didn’t get that “two for one” deal. Instead, I’d get presents on my birthday and then a few days later, I’d get more!!! This was especially awesome when I was a kid and the ‘norm’ in presents for me were Star Wars toys. Those were the days, my friend, and we thought they’d never end. But they did. Thankfully.

Birthday Cake?

What's worse than getting a 2-4-1 present? A 2-4-1 cake.

So here we are again, Thanksgiving is just over a week away and the weather is definitely feeling more like fall. The mornings are brisk, and the afternoons are just as nice as they could be. The trees here in the area that do lose leaves are doing that. Or they’re dead. I can never really tell. But I did notice a bunch of big brown leaves in the street last night when I returned from playing r’ball.

Growing up, we’d always alternate our Thanksgivings and Christmases. If we went to my mom’s family for Thanksgiving, we’d go to Christmas at my dad’s family. Then the next year, we’d switch. This is what I grew up with and that’s what I’d been used to.

The Holidays have really changed over the years, and especially for me. I think things are different with Christy too, but I’m not entirely certain what her holidays were like. My dad does Thanksgiving the Sunday prior to the actual Thanksgiving. My mom doesn’t have a place to do Thanksgiving. All my grandparents are gone, except my dad’s mom – and as stated before, we do that this Sunday. As for Christy’s family, we never see her dad, or her dad’s parents because they live in Florida. It’s not that we couldn’t drive out there, but it’s just a hard thing to do. And then there’s her mom and her mom’s mom. Christy’s mom lives here in San Marcos (as does mine), and Christy’s G’ma lives in Abilene (technically Merkel). And again, neither of them are very T’giving type places to do things.

Xbox

This is a representation of Brad and myself at some point in our lives.

I guess what I’m saying is that the family structure for both Christy and I have changed dramatically from what we were accustomed to when we were growing up. It’s not like it was for me, where we’d leave for my grandparents’ house and get to see my aunts, uncles, and cousins. My dad had two brothers, and they each had two kids, so we could have some really decent touch football games in the back yard. My mom had two brothers and a sister, and all my cousins would usually do something together.

But I only have one brother, who lives in Florida. They have two kids, but there’s almost 10 years between Kyle (the younger) and David (my oldest), so even though they’d have fun, it’s one of those things. Christy has two half brothers and a sister. The brother situation is a bit odd, because we don’t see Christy’s dad often (half-brother Mat) and Christy’s mom lives here (half-brother Brad). I guess what I’m saying is that we don’t go to Florida often, and we’re not really going to spend a holiday with Brad’s family. His dad and step mom are really cool, but it’d just be a bit awkward. Especially when Brad and I would spend the entire time playing Xbox.

This will be the fourth Thanksgiving we’ve had in our house since we bought it. Each year, we do it a little different. We’ve always had Christy’s mom over, and some years we get G’ma and McKinzey (our niece), as well as Brad and his family. But more often than not, we open our house to friends. In the past, it’s been people who work with either Christy or Reneé and aren’t able to get home for the holidays. Sometimes it’s someone who just doesn’t have family nearby and aren’t doing anything. We always invite people over, and we always have enough food, and we always end up having a good time in our little warm home.

What are you doing for Thanksgiving? Are you traveling to a family gathering? Are you staying home and hosting a gathering? Are you staying primarily with family, or are you including some friends who can’t make it home?

And if you’re in the San Marcos area and want to swing by – you’re more than welcome!

Family Gathering

These people have nothing to do with anything I've written above. They're French and at a table. That is all.

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Chicken?

Almost had this for dinner.

Shortly after posting the last blog, I wandered to the cafeteria to see what was for dinner. BBQ chicken. Smelled great, but I wasn’t feeling chicken twice today.

They’re doing painting in the one section of the hospital where it’s just a dog leg trip around the corner to the cafeteria. So that meant I had to go through the “restricted area” to get to the cafeteria. Not a big deal, but the door to go back the same way locked when it shut. Great.

Walked around to the ER, where two security guards were. They asked me a question, and I told them I was going to the women’s center. The lady told me that she was working that area and would escort me. What was odd is that she had a tracheotomy. I didn’t understand at first why her voice was all raspy. Then I got it. She told me I could park out front – which I told her I had. I suppose she was under the assumption I just got there. Nope. Been here all day, thanks.

When I got back to the room, I got a text message from Christy. Doc had just broke her water and she was at 3 cm. So, since I didn’t get dinner at the cafeteria, I headed to Carl’s Jr. Which, I noted, I was the thinnest person in the place. Anyway, I ate, and went back to the hospital.

It was about an hour after I got back that the anesthesiologist showed up. Christy was happy. After the epidural, the nurse checked and Christy was at about 5. Now more waiting.

Reach

Yeah, I'm just putting these in here now.

Apparently, 8pm is about the time everyone checks facebook, because that’s when all the messages started flowing in. At some point, the baby bed started going off with a ding dong carnival sound. Then almost immediately afterwards, something else started beeping. And the phone got text messages. SHeeesh. Lots of noise!

It’s almost 9pm now. Grey’s Anatomy is wrapping up and Christy’s watching. I’m typing this up and waiting for the final stretch, which should be soon.

I hope.

I went to bed about 12:30a this morning. Mostly because I stayed up playing Halo: Reach. Hey, we had a good team and we were dropping opponents all over those maps. Big Team Battle, if you’re curious.

HaloReach

How can you sleep when there's so many kills to get?

I fell asleep almost immediately. Next thing I know, it’s 6:30a and it’s time to get the kids up and rolling. Christy got up and got ready to head over to the doctor’s office.

Quentin was especially grumpy this morning. He didn’t want his cereal. He didn’t want to get up. He didn’t want to get dressed. He didn’t want to go to Nana’s. He did, however, want to play Xbox. As much as I would have loved to sit next to him and make that happen, it just wasn’t the time.

Spider-Mug

The only way my mug could get cooler is if it spit webs.

David and Zada did well. I had to prod Zada a bit – she’s always a little slow to make it happen in the morning. She’s actually been a little groggy in the morning, not sure why. But by ten after seven, we were all ready to head out.

But I couldn’t find my coffee mug. CURSE YOU MISSING MUG.

We got to the school, David and Zada got out, and they were both excited because they knew they’d see their new sister this afternoon. David was talking about how he was going to tell his whole class. Zada told her class yesterday. Makes me feel good, because I wasn’t the only one who didn’t catch that it was supposed to be today. Apparently there is something to the miscommunication between men and women.  Hopefully we’ll be able send some pictures to school with them tomorrow. Pretty sure we won’t be sending Macy tomorrow.

Bom bom bada bom bom.

Quentin may one day dance as great as the Late King of Pop.

I dropped Quentin off at my mom’s, but he wasn’t too pleased about it. I’m not sure where he wanted to go, but it was not Nana’s at that point. He got out of the car and put his backpack on (diaper bag). Then he just froze. He stood there. I tried to pull his arm to get him to walk up the steps, but he wasn’t moving his feet. It was rather humorous, really. Think Michael Jackson in “Smooth Criminal.” Eventually I got him inside and I grabbed my mom’s keys to put the booster seats in her car. She’ll be picking up Deezo and Chickie this afternoon.

When I was getting Q’ball out of the car, I spotted it. My MUG!!! Sweet. Caffeine will be mine!!! Needless to say, I was pleased.

I pulled up to the hospital and headed to Christy’s room. She was already set up and ready to make things happen. The nurses hadn’t hooked up the IV and they were still doing the blood work. I was still sleepy, so I tried napping in the rocking chair. No go. Then the nurse pointed out that the arm of the couch slides out and makes a cool little bed. So I took a little nap. About 30 minutes worth. A little longer than I normally do, but refreshing.

Puzzle

This game is fun, especially when you're waiting on a baby.

Christy’s been hanging out, just watching TV. Waiting. I got some coffee, came back. Played on the iPod (which, by the way, the hospital’s verification thing doesn’t like Safari), went and got some more coffee and called my sister in law to give her the heads up. She said she wanted to call, but because she has a bad habit of calling as the baby is coming out, she’d wait until we called her.

When I got back into the room, Christy told me they started the Pitocin. That’s good, means we’re progressing. The nurse popped in to see if the doc had stopped in. He hadn’t. Apparently he’s performing a C-section right now. So, we waited.

chicken dinner

Almost exactly what I ate for lunch.

I looked up and realized that it was almost one o’clock. I realized that there was a chance that the cafeteria may close soon and I didn’t want to have to leave the hospital to grab a bite. Seems like last time I was here, I tried to get to the cafeteria but missed it. And I didn’t miss lunch. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, mixed veggies and a soda. MMMmmm good. I didn’t tell Christy, though. Didn’t seem right. They’ve given her broth, jello, and water. Yum.

No, no, NO!

I may forget to bring diapers, but I usually don't substitute fruit.

Just before 2p, my mom called. She was running out of diapers for Quentin. I thought I had enough, but who knows. Apparently she either changes a lot of diapers or she changes no diapers. There’s no rhyme or reason, apparently. I usually get about 3 or 4 a day, sometimes. But I’m not sure how many were in the bag. I do know that I had gotten some out to take with us but forgot to take them… oops.

Christy suggested I go get some and drop them off. So I headed to the house, picked up the ones I pulled out originally (still neatly stacked on the coffee table) and headed out. I pulled up to my mom’s, knocked on the door, and went in. Quentin was sacked out on the floor, as he normally does. I put the diapers on the table, grabbed a soda, and then helped my mom get him into the car. She was about to head out to pick up D and Z. I headed back to the hospital, and she off to the school.

snoozin

Despite the decor of the delivery room, the seating arrangements were no where near as comfy.

I came back and everything was the same. No doc, no baby. No nothing. The lights were out/dimmed, which made me want to take a nap. I did shut my eyes for a minute. Who knew waiting would be so tiring?

And for the next two hours, we just waited. Christy’s contractions were coming about every 3 minutes. No real change, and no doctor. It’s rather disappointing. I was hoping to have been celebrating by 5pm. Christy was really tired of being stuck in the bed.

It’s 5:30p right now – and there’s no baby…

I’ll post more later. Sorry no baby yet. 😦

I drive to other places for various events. I like to have a passenger because sometimes it gets late and a conversation is the best way to keep from falling asleep on the interstate.

Usually my passengers are grateful and make the trip very enjoyable. Not always. Which is why I’m writing this. I’d like to point some things out to people who are riding with others.

First, when asking (begging) for a ride, comply to the driver’s requests. “Meet me here at this time,” is a reasonable request. The response should be, “Okay, see you then,” or even, “Okay, but can you wait 5 minutes? I may be a little late.”

The incorrect response is “Can you pick me up?” If I wanted to pick you up, I would have said so. The reason I don’t want to drive across town to pick someone up has nothing to do with picking them up. It’s with dropping them off. When it’s 2:20a, I just want to get to my bed. I don’t want to spend another 15 minutes driving you to your location and then wishing I hadn’t picked you up in the first place.

Another incorrect response is, “Why not? Why the EFF can’t you come pick me up? It’s only a few blocks!”

This response is wrong for many reasons. First off, it’s MY CAR. I drive it where I want to drive it. If you want to be in it, you should be where it is. Second, swearing at me isn’t going to make me rethink the decision. It’s actually going to make it tougher for you to get into my car at all. EVER. Third, if it’s only a few blocks, then hop on a bike or walk on over. Unless you have some sort of handicap, I’m not going too far out of my way.

Once inside my car, you should really make the trip enjoyable. Demanding that we stop at certain places and not being forthcoming on where only serves to make me more upset. If you need to stop at a specific ATM, I’m cool with that – but let me know where. It’s not my job to keep you happy. It’s your job to keep me happy. I’m not going searching for your stupid ATM. Especially if you have internet on your phone. Click and find that ATM. Tell me where it is. I’m not driving around town searching for your stupid ATM.

And if you’re going to make me stop at a convenience store or whatever, how about you not ask me to pay for it? Actually, you should be paying for a drink for me, really. Requesting a specific store is even more absurd.

At this point, I’m looking for a place to drop you off. At this point, the hassle isn’t worth any conversation at 2am anyway. More than likely you’re going to be an the verge of passing out or vomiting in my car at that point. At which point I’ll be more than happy to dump your convulsing body on the side of the road. Especially if I have to clean your vomit up.

Also – don’t argue with me about religion. Don’t tell me that Jesus never existed. Tell me he’s not the messiah, I can respect that opinion. But tell me he never existed? There is indisputable scientific and historical evidence that there was a man that walked the earth in the role of Jesus. Never mind the fact that you cannot prove that something never existed.

Oh, and if you’re going to tell me how anti-socialism you are and how you don’t want to pay for other people’s stuff, then maybe you shouldn’t ask me for a ride and not offer up any sort of compensation whatsoever. Maybe you shouldn’t demand that I pick you up and drive on your terms? If you were really such a capitalist and anti-socialist, maybe you’d offer up a little compensation for my time and expenses. What you’re doing in my car when you ride for free is a perfect example of socialism – based on your definition of socialism. I’m paying for you to ride in my car – both financially and emotionally.

If I start looking for a place to drop you off, maybe you should rethink your attitude in my car. I don’t mind you disagreeing with me. I don’t mind you offering up different aspects and points of views, but allow me mine. Don’t cut me off and tell me I’m wrong. Don’t demand that I act a certain way in your presence. The walk home is dark and lonely, and most people won’t stop for you at 2 in the morning.

I’m not the bad guy here – I’m providing a service for you. That you are not compensating for.

I was under the assumption that most people knew how ‘bumming a ride’ worked. Maybe I’m still right, but this incident has made me wary about letting people into my car.

Bottom line – if you’re in someone else’s car, or house, you play by their rules. Usually the driver or homeowner isn’t going to be unreasonable with the requests – and if they are, then you’re better off not being there in the first place. Your job as a passenger is to make things as enjoyable for the driver as possible.