1) My son, Nate decided not to leave the Army, deciding instead to change his MOS (Military Occupational Specialty) (or as the rest of us call it: JOB) and is re-enlisting. On the up side, he’ll come out of the Army with a marketable skill (he’s going into the medical field), and on the down side, we’ll have to continue missing him a lot.
He’s promised to keep in much better touch and has so far kept that promise…kind of.
One has to wonder where he gets the inability to keep people updated on what’s going on with him.
2) We attended many, many baseball games. We ate much ballpark food, which is pretty damned good.
3) Pooter finished up his t-ball season and is now playing soccer. Thank God for shin guards, those little fuckers are vicious!
4) Sarah, my daughter, is working full time in a supervisory position. She’s becoming a grown-up, while still trying to figure out what she wants to be when she grows up.
5) Andy, my stepson, or as I prefer to call him, Pookie Jr., is now a licensed driver. Be afwaid, be vewy afwaid. Of course, I’m sure he’s an excellent driver and I can’t wait to make him drive me all over town doing every errand I can think of until he hates either me or driving.
6) Pookie Jr, Jr. (younger stepson) turned 13 this summer and is now officially a young man and his voice is changing and he’s almost as tall as me and these kids keep growing up despite strict instructions not to do so. Damnit.
7) Pookie, who was the most conservative looking guy in the free world when we met and married is now sporting a ponytail longer than mine. I like it quite a bit, but prefer when it’s down and wild. Like him. Yum.
8) I was walking through a doorway the other day and caught my pinkie toe on the door frame while the rest of my foot proceeded into the hallway. Now, because I’m not very graceful (UNDERSTATEMENT!!), I’ve done this a million times and every other time, it hurts like fuck for 30 seconds and then goes away and everything is right with the world again.
This time, my pinkie toe stayed jacked out to the side, like a funny little thumb, only not at all funny. Turns out I broke the fifth metatarsal bone in my foot, which as it also turns out, hurts.
I didn’t even get a cool cast for everyone to sign. They buddy taped my pinky toe to it’s neighbor, gave me a little walking boot, and sent me on my way.
It was a little gratifying seeing even medical professionals catch a glimpse of my jacked out toe, make a face and say ‘glurgh’.
The toe is no longer jacked out, but I seem to recall asking Sarah to take a picture of my foot before I went to the doctor on the theory that if this didn’t make me blog, nothing would. I was totally right, it just took me a week to get around to it. If such a picture exists, I’ll get around to posting it, if only so that I can imagine you all making that face and uttering ‘glurgh’
So that’s what’s up with me, what’s up with y’all?