Here’s a topic Meghan requested, and I think we have a few readers who are with child (Jen?), and some of you have already gone through that stage. We should get some good comments here.
At what age is the right time to have a baby?
Our young Meghan (22) recently delivered her second child in May and she is wondering why older folks always question her about having babies at such a young age.
Disclaimer: This is neither an endorsement for nor condemnation of drinking alcohol. The fact is people consume alcohol and, as such, get drunk. I am not making light of drinking problems nor am I wanting anyone to drive while intoxicated.
A friend of mine hits the big 3-0 this weekend and the plan is to sit on the deck Saturday night and achieve the varying degrees of celebratory drunkenness.
What are these degrees, you ask? (And thanks for asking.)
I am limiting the stages of drunkenness to five. You may feel there are more or fewer. You can always comment and if you make a good enough argument, I may listen.
Basically, these levels are based upon my experiences, so they will have a twinge of male perspective.
Also, not all five stages are achieved each time you consume. You may never get out of level 1, which is where I like to spend most of my time.
Here they are, with regards to five topics (mood, memory, volume, speed of drink and bathroom function):
About a year ago, The Daily Journal altered its morning deadline, and with the change, the sports section’s deadline was moved up to 8:30 a.m.
That means my happy butt should be to work by 6 a.m., 6:30 at the latest.
Keep in mind, I am the guy who didn’t schedule any college classes before 10 a.m. unless it was absolutely necessary.
At some point today, the hits on this blog will reach 4,000 for the month of July, an overwhelmingly high number for a small blog in only its second month.
My first blog, Idol Chatter, reached a monthly high of 1,289. Although it’s an apple-and-oranges comparison, you can see Tim-bits is doing quite well.
I want to thank all of you for reading the blog and for all of the comments submitted thus far. Keep them coming - it’s the most fun part of doing this blog.
As a writer, you like to know people are reading what you put out there. For me personally, it’s good to know that not everyone hates my guts (Unfortunately, Sports Speakout and on-line comments lead me to believe that may be the case.)
So, again, thanks to all of you who have been reading. A big thanks to my regulars commentors (?) and here’s an invitation to readers who haven’t commented to do so, even if it’s just to say “what’s up” and to let me know you are reading.
Tim
The doctor says Sept. 2 is our baby’s due date, but I think it is going to be sooner than that.
The last two days, Angi has been up early, cleaning like a combination of Hazel and Alice on The Brady Bunch. Yesterday, she took down the living roon. Today, it was the kitchen. I don’t know what is planned for Wednesday, but I’ll be at work and it could be dangerous.
Usually when she crazy-cleans, you’d swear she was possessed by Satan; today, she was almost angelic. I honestly don’t know which is scarier. I’ve had 12 years of practice with Satan, this angelic cleaning worries me.
The birthing class said nesting takes place 2-3 weeks before baby, which put us into mid-August. Other than a few things here and there, I think we’re ready. I think I’m going to hurl.
I need feedback here or is my family the only one to do this.
I double words to intensify their meanings.
For example, in my grade school days, it was common for a friend of a girl to come up and ask if you liked another girl.
“Do you like Missy (fictional name)?”
This, of course, meant that Missy wanted to go out with you.
Now, all was well and good if you thought Missy was cute. You’d go out together, which basically entailed sitting by her at lunch, holding hands at basketball games or movies, and generally not talking to each other out of sheer embarrassment.
In September, my wife Angi and I will celebrate our first dozen years of marriage.
The secret is simple — don’t fret the stupid stuff.
Case in point — my wife saw this photo in her People magazine recently and, though ashamed to admit it, informed me of her new-found desire of Harry Potter. (I choose to wait to even consider Hermione until she becomes legal.)
Some guys would laugh, some might be upset — I fall into the laugh category.
My wife’s baby shower was Sunday so the boy and I had to find something to occupy our afternoon.
When in doubt, I always say go see Transformers, although our second viewing was not the theatrical experience of the first.
Reason No . 1 — the small child behind us was an inquistive little bugger. He wanted to know names; he wanted to know good guy-bad guy affiliation; he wanted to know Megan Fox’s phone number (sorry, that was me.)
His mom didn’t have a lot of answers for him, but she did the best she could to shush him. She tried the polite approach and I think I did hear a threat midway through the movie. The problem is 4-year-olds have the ability to realize an idle threat, and his talking continue most of the way through the movie.
Well, it’s Wednesday and half of my vacation is over.
I’ve done well to get through my list. Thanks to the wife, we’ve finished:
1) Cleaning the basement (both of us, and the kids)
2) Cleaning the attic (both)
3) Lawn upkeep (me, with a severe case of back spasms)
The deck and the vehicles are still on the agenda but a stiff back and a death in the family may not allow for those to both be completed.
I’m not doing another thing today, except go see Harry Potter.
On a serious note, my wife’s cousin, Ava Redman, passed away unexpectedly and the wake is Thursday and the funeral is Friday.
My thoughts and prayers go out to her husband, Dusty, and her children, Eric and Jessica.
“Vacation
All I ever wanted
Vacation
Had to get away
Vacation
Meant to be spent alone” ~ Go-Go’s
I have a nasty habit of thinking of this song every time I take a vacation, as I will next week. It’s not one of those vacation-vacations; instead it’s a stay-at-home-and-do-a-bunch-of-stuff vacation, which, on the bright side, is far cheaper.
Don’t fret; I’ll still post occasionally and approve comments. Since I’m not going anywhere, I’ll still be around.
Here’s what’s on the agenda.
