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January 30, 2005
A Version Aversion or A Flippin' Antipathy
Yesterday Jodi and I (and about a hundred other people) went to the hospital. The mission: flip the kid upside down so that she'd be able to come out head-first, like all the other munchkins. She was having nothing of it. Two OB's and a nurse gave it the old college try for a good 15 minutes before checking the baby again with the ultrasound. I'm not very good at making out things in ultrasound picures, but when the Resident said "Hey, she's looking right into the camera," I was sure I saw her giving the camera The Bird.
Thus it begins.
This hospital won't deliver a breeched baby, so we have to scheudle a C-Section for about two weeks from now. Something makes me think that she'll flip herself over that morning, just to annoy the doctors.
I didn't teach it to her...It must've been Uncle Jarrad.
Posted by james at 01:29 PM | Comments (2)
January 28, 2005
Little House in the Ghetto
As I pulled up to the curb I noticed a police cruiser parked across the street.
A Denver Cop stood in the car's lights, taking notes. This is not unusual in my
neighborhood so I thought nothing of it.
As I walked up to my unusually (completely, in fact) dark house the door opened
up a crack. As I approached my wife opened the door completely. With one hand
she was restraining our dogs--the other held a .45.
I wondered what I might have done to deserve such a greeting. A pregnant woman
with 160 lbs. of dogs and a large caliber handgun is quite a scary sight. When
I finally got a good glimpse of her, though, I could tell by her body language
that she was glad to see me.
"Hey Honey, what's going on," I asked taking the pistol from her hand.
"Someone was banging on the wall."
I walked outside with the gun and the flashlight and found nobody outside.
More cops were appearing across the street, though. I put the gun away and
walked outside (locking the door behind me, of course) to chat with a few of
Denver's Finest.
It turns out that a house across the street (surprise, surprise) is the home
of a gang member who apparently annoyed one of his rivals. What my wife heard
was not someone banging on the wall, it was someone shooting into the house
across the street. Usually the gun shots I hear are at least a block away. It
seems that the gang-war battlefront is approaching.
Posted by james at 10:10 PM | Comments (0)
January 25, 2005
Test
This is a test.
Posted by james at 06:19 PM | Comments (2)