Honkin’ at the honey in front-a ya with the bright eyes.
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Honkin’ at the honey in front-a ya with the bright eyes. Hey, we all just had us a baby and whatnot, so posts will be…few. In the meantime, you can always go check out Josephine’s homepage. The latest update is crazy cute. Josephine-Hearn.com 7:35am. 7 lbs. 11 oz., 20.75 inches. Everyone is doing GREAT! UPDATE: 7:00: heading to the OR in 10. Sarah’s mood is “freaked out, man.” UPDATE: 6:13: the nurse is having difficulty finding a useful vein in Sarah’s arm, mostly because Sarah is a ZOMBIE. Sarah: “Braaaaaiiiiiinnnnns…” Up at 4:30; at hospital at 5:30; going through medical history. T-minus 90 minutes, people! Who has […] Crazy day for baseball today. First, Manny Ramirez suspended 50 games for using a banned substance. MLB didn’t specify what was used, but Manny explains:“Recently I saw a physician for a personal health issue. He gave me a medication, not a steroid, which he thought was OK to give me,” Ramirez said. “Unfortunately, the medication […] Hilarious account of a dude doing his first Broad Street Run. A braver soul than I. Also he apparently murdered a fellow runner: I like cars. Specifically, I like fast cars. It goes without saying, therefore, that I’ve never really owned one, because if I did I would be imprison’d and/or dead. But because I’m, frankly, reaching for ideas today (24 hours until GO BABY), here is a list of cars that I’ve had. (Not necessarily owned, but […] For those of us who are tired of hearing about Swine Flu and how it’s a global frickin’ pandemic (thanks, cable news!), GraphJam comes to the rescue:
Go Maine! If you ignore the fact that the federal government still refuses to recognize gay marriage, 5 out of 50 states now allow it (plus the District of Columbia). We’re getting there, people. We totally are. Sadly, Delaware may take a little while, but at least last month the General Assembly shot down a […] Antibiotics suck. Not only is Charles still fighting an ear infection, the Amoxycillin gave him a yeast infection on his, um…how shall I put this? On his nards. His berries. His junk. This is absolutely something we wanted to be worrying about 4 days before having our second child. The in-laws were kind enough to […] |