I would like to take the time to thank all the people that helped us move this weekend! I would like to make a special thank you to Chris M. Who always gets stuck with the job of figuring out how to load all things furniture onto a uhaul. The jigsaw/tetris game is his specialty. He is good at it, really good at it! Anyone can lift a table, but try cramming a 2400sq ft house onto a 17 ft uhaul. That is no easy task. Sure somethings got left behind, but all the big stuff made it on. I was worried as soon as we put the first two items on. The sofa and love seat seemed to take up all the room of the truck. Give the man some chicken, some time to think, and he figures out how to cram a washer/dryer, beds, crib, pictures, boxes, desks, entrainment unit and odds and ends all on there. It was an amazing accomplishment.

Now lets go to the other end of genius, that is where I step in. Last week I pulled my back out lifting the riding lawnmower onto a truck. For the next 7 days I took pain meds to kill the pain so I could push through. I still had 7 pickup truck loads, 4 car loads, and 3 trailer loads to do. Saturday morning when I woke up I knew I was in trouble. I could not put my socks on, or tie my shoe. My back said NO MORE!. I have not been in that much pain in a long long time. I turned my face away from Jackie and Desmond, and cried like a little boy. I am not ashamed to admit it. I was beat down, I couldn’t move anything else. My TV was still on the Van, it would just have to wait. I think that is when Jackie knew I was serious.

Thank you to EVERYONE who helped!! Enjoy a commercial from youtube.

I have something very important to say…… Jackie and I have decided……………………..and to even make things more complicated, we have decided to………………..so I hope you can understand. Desmond also……………….yup he sure did! It was……………………….and we were just so………………….Mom and dad could not believe it when…………………………..they cried. Scooter lost her…………….and now she has to lick her……………………………..by herself. It just is a sight to behold. Today when I got up I looked in the……………………………………….I completely freaked out! I will have to call the doc on………………………………………..then he should be able to explain……….. Yesterday was really difficult for all of the………………………………………………so we just let them be. Tomorrow should be better. Jenn, thanks for the………………………………….it helped a lot. Ok I better sign off now, the WIFI signal is very spotty, it keeps dropping off…………………………………….I hope you got all that!! Breaker 1-9 over and out.

About 2 months ago, we were told to sign up for a college fantasy football thing at work, two departments would play against each other, and something about points, and winning. I have no clue! I don’t watch footall unless they are bloopers or amazing catches or someone runs naked accross the field. That’s just funny. I tried real hard not to sign up, but participtaion was low, so I caved. Each week I go in I randomly select teams and submit my picks. I do make two efforts when I select my teams. If LSU is listed I pick them for Jenn, and if UGA is listed I select them for some friends at work who are huge DAWG fans. I’m nice like that. I never see the GOAWTS listed. They are undefeated if your curious. So how am I doing with my random blind picks? Not bad actually!!! I am ranked 19th out of 23. I am also ranked #103241 in the nation! I have no idea what that means. I just know I am not last! so ha! The big reward at the end? We are supposed to have a big put luck lunch together….which will be great! because I love free food, but please don’t talk to me about football or I will yell GO GOAWTS in your face!

Ok, it is one thing for me to be sick, and cry like a baby and act like a child. I do it for good material for this blog. I feed on life’s downs, and turn them around for your entertainment. But when it comes to my child getting sick, it is not fun. My poor sweet baby boy just does not understand what is happening. The simple things of coughing up some phlegm and spitting it out is lost on him. He does not know. So it stays in his system. That makes me sad. I just want to suck it out of him, if I could I would, the thought has crossed my mind! I would do anything for him. Whatever I got, he got,  he is victim #8 of this awful mess that is going around. No one is at fault, it just happens, but we have got to be more careful, somehow. I have two points to make with this post.

1. Desmond is just a pure trooper sick. He just wants to be held close and that is enough for him to know it will be OK. Throwing up the other night he just sat there in his bed, he didn’t know what had happened, he did not cry or make a fuss, he was covered head to toe, but he knew we would take care of it, and him. He just was incredibly sweet about it. No fighting as I tried to get him changed, and clean him up. It was a moment I will never forget. He just let me do what I needed to do.

2. Jackie is one tough and beautiful mother. My love for her grows everyday as I see her care for Desmond. Her love for him is a sight to behold. To see her become the mom she is becoming is beautiful. With him being sick and me being sick, and the whole moving homes all at the same time has been over whelming to say the least. She has really taken one for the team, and put us first above herself. I will also add, she has been sick herself with sinus issues. Has she complained about it? NO! Not Once. Her becoming a SAHM will be and is one of the best decisions we will have ever made. I am counting the days.

The good news is, we all seem to be over this plague that hit so many in the family. We are all starting to gain our strength back, thanks to all for your thoughts and prayers.

Ohh and I lose Internet connection at home after today, we move, and there will be no service. Cancelling cable remember? Unless I can pull it out of the air! So napoblomo is in jeopardy. We will see what happens!

Remember when you were a teenager and you did things to rebel against your parents? You might have dressed a little different, you might have done things you would not dare mention on a blog because they are totally reading it right now, and will be calling you on the phone to ask you what you did that they do not know about…..the phones ringing already, I am not answering it mom, call Jenn, she did much worse!  I was such a rebel back in the day, how so? I grew my hair long. Ohh yes, I was such a B.A.

The bad thing about long hair is, people judge you. My best friends dad totally hated me and disapproved of me hanging out with his son because I had long hair. He also blamed everything bad his son did on me, because I was a bad influence. The truth of the matter is, HE was the wild one, and I was the one trying to keep HIM out of trouble. As soon as I cut my hair, his dad totally approved of me, and now I was acceptable to hang out with him. Go figure. I grew it out one more time after that, and then cut it for my most recent job.

That was over 5 years ago. I have made attempts to grow it out, but always get very frustrated with it. There is an awkward period when growing your hair out. The phase when you just do not know what to do with it, as one person told me at work the last time I tried, she said it looked like a tupay. I cut it the next day. This time I have avoided such comments, and have remained strong during this process. It has almost passed its awkward stage and I am in the home stretch.

Like with any hair do, there are good days and bad days. I am looking for some good days. One time Amy said I looked like a movie star, who the heck doesn’t want to look like a movie star? That was like 7 years ago… I still hold that compliment in my top 5. Thanks Amy. Or you could call me Dwight Yokem (you got a lot a ground to make up for that one Danyelle). Where I am going with it I have no idea. I am trying to save a buck during these hard times. So I thought I would have some fun with it. So now that all the attention hogging politicians are done hording up the polls and blowing campaign money out their badunkas. It is my turn to get in on the action. So cast your vote! Be honest it is completely anonymous. (wink, wink) I can’t give you a sticker, and I can’t promise you that your vote matters, I may do the complete oposite of that you vote for, isn’t that was politicians do? But I promise there are no lines to wait in. Here are the two candidates up for election. One looks innocent, and one looks like trouble. You DECIDE!

Ohh and 10 points to whoever can guess the post title song title.

Monday morning was like any morning really. I got up I showered, got dressed, brushed my teeth ect. I get to work and sit at my desk, it was then I knew something did not feel right. In the words of Winnie The Pooh, “i felt a rumbly in my tumbly“. After my 6th trip to the bathroom, I decided it was time to go home. Once home I made 12 more trips. I was cramping bad at this point. I crawled to the bed and started to fade fast. I knew I had just lost half my weight in fluids, and I was only 3 hours into this thing. The thing about dehydration is, your body starts to ache, your belly cramps, its bad and I was aching bad. I had not eaten since Sunday night at 7pm, so by Monday at 5pm I was hungry, actually I was delirious, every time I closed my eyes I saw food. But of the 8 other people in the family who were also sick from this bug, they all barfed. I had not barfed because I had nothing to barf up! Jackie (The Nurse Nazi) would not let me eat! I begged and “pleaded, please, please let eat something, a pop tart, a cracker, a whopper with cheese, a steak, cardboard, anything!” “No! she said, its for your own good. I talked to momma, and dad barfed up a ginger ale, do you want barf up a ginger ale?” I yelled back at her, “don’t ever talk to your momma again! she is filling your head with lies!” Desmond could be heard down the hall, “daddeeee?!” ohh it killed me to hear him and not be able to go to him. I yelled back to him “Desmond! get daddy some food!” he tried but the nurse nazi stopped him.

Hour 36 I still had not eaten anything. The Nurse Nazi stood guard all night, every time she walked in the room I coward from sight. I could hear her out in the kitchen eating, she was eating food. She was eating all the food! There would be none left for me! That night she slept in the same bed as me, so I would not leave her sight and sneak to get food. Come 6am she gets in the shower, and I stumble, weak and dizzy into the kitchen. I open the drawers, all the drawers and cupboards only to find them empty! All the food was gone! Holy sweet Mother, she hid all the food! WHHHHYYYY!!!!! Ohh right, we are moving, she packed it up that’s all. I start digging through the boxes and I find some Cheerios. I fix a bowl, and hide in a dark corner of the room out of sight. I inhale their honey nut goodness. Then out of nowhere, there she is, standing over me, the steam from the shower evaporating off the top of her head. She looked scary, and she says to me “You couldn’t wait a little longer and just eat a piece of toast? You had to go all out didn’t you?” Your going to barf!” I stood there and didn’t say anything at first. I couldn’t, my mouth was full of cheerios. Then I said “I waited 36 hours! 36 hours!!! you don’t know what that’s like! And cheerios is not going all out! I hate cheerios! She stormed off, in a cloud of steam. I proceeded to woof down the cheerios that I do not like.

I can honestly say I am doing better, 8 of the 10 people in the family got this bug that was going around. Little Desmond has a sinus infection, along with a bad cough. I hope over the next 24 hours we all get better. Ohh and Jackie, I love you. Ok, I now must get back to my peppermint, chocolate chik-fil-a $3 shake. I think I earned it.

What is it with this little dude and cables?! He just cant get enough of them. The other day I am sitting at my desk with all my gadgets, speakers, USB drives, and phones all plugged in and lined up neatly on my desk. It was a glorious sight to behold. Any geek would have been proud of the neat display of items, all fully operational and glowing their respective colors, green, blue and red all blinking and telling me all was running smoothly, all getting fully charged. Que the JAWS theme song. In comes Desmond crawling along the floor and parks his butt behind my desk. Before I could even type WWW each gadget one by one disappears behind the desk from its respected location like it has just been yanked into a black hole. I jump up and there he is, a tangled mess of usb 2.0 and cat5 cables. With a big grin on his face. His mission was a smashing success, to seek and gather as much cable as he can and shove it in his mouth.  I love wireless technology. If only it applied to everything! Ohh and we really are canceling cable…..sad times.

(yes, its as scary as it looks!)

For the past week Desmond has been saying a lot more, just jibber jabbering on with random sounds. Some things he says sound like words. I thought I heard dada in there a few times, but I just did not want it going to my head that he could say dada already. But tonight at dinner there was no denying it, he looked right at me said “dada” and then he followed with a “Daddeeeeeee” Jackie and I just looked at each other in shock! I run for the camera and did the best I could to get him to say it again. He can actually say it much clearer then this but this was all I got, because the stupid camera battery died! ugh! So later in the evening I am in the kitchen doing the dishes, and I hear Desmond from the living room “daaadddeeeeee?” my heart just melts, am I hearing things? I walk around the corner, and he is just standing there looking over his safety gate at me, he totally was calling me! Jackie can totally back me up on this, because I just could not believe it. I thought the Darth Vader thing was incredible, this just takes the cake. I have been working with him on saying both momma and dada. I did not want it to be a competition to see who he would say first. I honestly thought his first word would be “ball”. I am just on cloud nine to be able to say my child’s first word was “daddy” it is the most wonderful feeling in the world to be called that. yes Desmond, I am your Daddy :) Ohh and FYI this was my 400th post. Wowza.

For some reason when it comes time to sit down at night, I am unable to unless things are in order. What do I mean by in order? I mean if the floor is littered with toys, shoes, socks, paper, magazines, ect. I have to organize them so they are nice and straight in an orderly fashion before I can watch TV. Now that Desmond is around this is a nightly routine! Its incredible how much that boy can pull out of 4 boxes and scatter across a room in the course of a few hours! Blocks, books, stuffed animals, wheels off cars, dog bowls! Its insane! It doesn’t stop there though. Pillows on a couch have to be in order, and throws have to be folded. Jackie and her mom hate that I fold throws. They are meant to be thrown! I fold them, always and place them neatly on the back of a sofa. Kelly can vouch for this, if she steps out of her house for an hour, and I am there, when she comes back usually the place has been straightened, and I am sitting watching TV like nothing happened. I won’t do it in front of her. I just like to go about it, alone, no questions or strange looks to slow me down. If I do not know where something goes I place it somewhere neatly. We are in the process of moving, and stuff is EVERYWHERE! I hate it. I want to get rid of all my stuff and own like 4 things. Laptop, xbox, tv, itouch. Ok maybe a few other gadget things to make my tech life effective, but everything else can go! Ohh and just so you know, I hate cleaning, don’t ask me to clean your toilet and expect it to sparkly. I just align things in place so they look neat. That’s where my obsession stops. The above is a picture of Desmond toys all lined up in the living room awaiting his destruction.

So the easycheese.net pointed me to nablopomo.com and it talks about making a blog post everyday for 30 days straight! That is just pure madness! But I am up for a challenge, plus I am curious to see if the cheese can really pull it off! So I am going to see who caves first. Whoever misses a post has to buy the other a starbucks coffee of their choice! Or a cheese pizza from little ceasers, or a “big” beer! (I like to keep my options open). So cheese, you have been challenged! I would like to point out I am already at a disadvantage because there are two posters over there, but that’s OK. Maybe Jackie will chime in and help me out! Who knows! Let the posting begin! Ohh and they have to be quality posts, none of this, one liner nonsense.