Showing posts with label Misery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Misery. Show all posts

Thursday, February 15, 2007

It Finally Happened!

After a month of reading everyone else's posts, it finally happened here... so much for my anti-virus software.

It was inevitable.

The winter, a closed up house, and playing with other carrier monkeys has taken its toll on our intrepid hero... the Helper.

It all started Tuesday night (explaining LID's disappearance for the last couple of days), with the innocent line, "Daddy, my tummy doesn't feel good!"

The rest, as "they" say, is history... Oh, how the mighty have fallen!

I'll spare you the gory details (if you require tales of warm, chunky vomit running down your back please visit Karly at Wiping Up Snot)... as you're all well versed in what happens next. Suffice it to say posting will be limited for the rest of the week as I don my nurse's scrubs and take care of the family. Tool Box Thursday will return next week at your regularly scheduled time... please check your local listings.

After having yesterday off to take care of her son, the Mommy headed back to work this morning at 5 a.m.... with only 3 hours sleep in the past 48... no symptoms... yet!

The Helper has started to drink and eat some small portions... we're being extremely cautious regarding his consumption of anything... as I'd rather not see it again... you know what I mean.

My wonderful, 98 year old father-in-law has also been taken down... the Nannie is tending to him. It seems are heroes from the other day acquired this "bug" together... they are indeed best friends.

I now have to get back to my duties... seems the nurse's buzzer is ringing. I will keep you posted on our condition as the situation warrants... where are my rubber gloves and bucket?

As I said to our friend Mike, before his weekend of supposed slumber...

Via Con Dios, Amigos!

Monday, January 15, 2007

Expletive Deleted

While preparing for yesterday’s activities, I was the victim of a serious plot against my health and well being. After a shower, I was proceeding to our bedroom, rather quickly. On my way, I tried to move a door jamb with my foot. The house is over a hundred years old so I really can’t blame what happened next on anything but my own stupidity. Crack, snap, pop, [Expletive Deleted x6], yes, it’s broken. My little toe on my left foot lost its brief battle with the sturdy hundred year old building. This little piggy will not be going to market any time soon.

While this may sound extremely painful… it IS. The worst part -- it’s the 3rd time in five years that I’ve broken this exact toe -- doing the exact same thing. You’d think I’d learn… you’d be wrong. So I was able to hobble through the Helper’s party without much incident. But, when it came time for the aforementioned dancing portion, needless to say I did not participate, for fear my screeching would be heard over the Rascal Flatts at 100 watts.

For the next week or so, every step I take will be a constant reminder to strictly enforce the “No Running In The House Rule,” and “Stupid Is, As Stupid Does.” Hopefully, I will learn this time… probably not. If anyone would like to start a pool for the next eighteen months, please feel free, I have a couple of dates I’d like to buy!

Sunday, January 7, 2007

Oh Well...

Both boys are napping... as I probably should be. Alas, I'm to worn out to move and my beloved JETS sweatshirt is soaked in tears of disappointment. Not to be a sore loser -- I congratulate all you New England fans -- revel in your success you deserve it. I will now go launder all of my, and the kids, JETS apparel and seal it away for next season. Maybe I'll just wait for Mommy to do it... I'm too depressed for housework.

Buck up my fellow NYers spring training is only 3 short months away. Our Yankees will be champions once more... see you in Tampa!

Finally, to all my GIANT friends, yes that means you Bill, may your defeat be quick and painless, may you not suffer the humiliation that is 37-16, and may your tears and sobs bring you comfort and solace.

My friend Bud Weiser has come to comfort me in my time of need.
[Crack] Sissssssss *Slurp* [Sob] *Chug* [Sob] [Sniffle] *Sip*
... Damn Patriots... Sons of Bit*hes!

At least, This Old House and Extreme Makeover: Home Edition are new episodes tonight.