B Minus 11 hours

One more wakeup.

Lisa's scheduled for a c-section Monday at noon. Of course, somebody else in an emergency could bump that - we may have bumped somebody else 3 years ago.

We just finished a talk about "what if" something happened to Lisa, at her insistance - I didn't want to even acknowledge the possibility, but had to admit... I've insisted in the past that we talk about what we would do in disasters, even if they're unlikely, and unpleasant. Failure to plan is planning to fail, so...

Ok, we talked, and planned, and that's done. 'Nuff said.

She did lay down one mandate, that's realistically likely, and practical: Our friends Bud, Tommy, Gene and I are not allowed to visit simultaneously. Mainly because when we all get together, we start ragging on each other enough to have Lisa laughing uncontrollably, and post-gut-cut, she doesn't want to be laughing too hard.

Probably a good idea :)

I'm pretty sure Lisa wishes her Mom was here for guidance, about as much as I wish I could get some more advice from Dad. I'll bet they've got adjacent spectator seats in Heaven, though :)

Wish us luck, and again all prayer-like things are appreciated. Probably the next time I post, I'll have a son to be looking out for :) I'll keep you all up to date, as time allows.

[edit] I hit Submit at exactly 1:00am Central. I dunno what the hell is wrong with Blogger to delay it by two hours (time zone difference) and 18 minutes (retardedness).

Correcting an Omission

I don't know why I've never mentioned this here... just sheer dumbassedness, probably.

Funny. Blogger thinks "dumbassedness" is either misspelled, or not a real word. Idiots.

Anyway, my good friend Bud, who is one of The Guys Who Can Be Counted On, is an amateur writer. He's posted a lot of his material online for free.

If you like stories about the supernatural, leaning strongly into the vampire genre (more Quentin Tarantino than Anne Rice, except intelligent), go check out his short stories.

He also has three full-length novels up, that are an entertaining way to burn several hours. They're more focused on shapeshifters than vampires, though, with emphasis on a young "man" who is coming of age. Pretty good stuff, in my opinion.

Oh, and the Tshirts he has for sale? I already have one, and it's pretty damn cool.

There. That's my shameless plug for one of my best friends.

Countdown

Three wakeups.

When I lived in Virginia Beach, specifically across the street from the family of an F-14 mechanic, the kids used to count how long untill Daddy came home from a deployment by the number of "wakeups" to go.

In no more than three wakeups, Lisa and I will be parents to a little boy.

If Alex stays put for 3 more wakeups, she'll be having a C-section at noon on Monday.

We'll spend this weekend finalizing everything here around the house, and the pre-checkin on Sunday.

Another member of the NOR on the way :)

All prayers, well-wishes, chants, and/or any other good thoughts are appreciated as we finish this countdown to the end of one portion of our lives, and the beginning of another.

Random Funnies

Someone needs to give Angelina Jolie re: third-world babies and Pamela Anderson re: scumbags and VD the same advice: They're not Pokemons, and you don't have to collect 'em all!

This afternoon, after grinding away at some code for several hours, I thought to myself, "I need to get out of this chair. If anybody comes looking for me, I'm not going to be found here." I grabbed a cigar, and as I was locking my PC, noticed the time: Four minutes past four. And started laughing that I might cause a "404: Not Found" error.

This is original material, folks. You'll really have to search hard to find jokes this bad.

Nasty

Mom and StepDad came by this afternoon to help with the Baby's room - primarily, putting up the wallpaperesque Baby Loony Toons border that goes around the walls, up against the ceiling.

We promptly found out that it wouldn't stick to the textured drywall, so I spent the rest of the afternoon/early evening with a belt sander knocking the texture down smooth where the border would go.

In other words, grinding yellow-painted plaster into dust, OVER MY HEAD.

Remember this in November - it's something else for you to give thanks for. Namely, that you're not dealing with what's coming out of my nostrils right now.

I hope all you folks are having tons of fun at the NOR shoot this weekend. /grump

TMI update: DO NOT READ ANY FARTHER IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH:

It's now 3am, I'm done with what I wanted to do in the baby's room today. I just got out of the shower, and washed way too much yellow dust out of my hair and beard. Turned the tub yellow, in fact. But I don't ever again want to be washing yellow dust out of my asscrack.

'Night all!