This is the official guest house of sorts. Everyone has one, it's all the rage, so now I've got my own.
If you'd like to send a private message, or make observations about the blog below or my personal behavior in the real world based on the blogs below............go ahead everyone else does.
But, no matter what you say to me about anything here, always remember, I won't tell a soul.
It's still raining. We are up to 8" for the month, really sucks. Doesn't do much for everyone's mood. The official start of the tourist season starts this Saturday, I guess we'll see if it comes off. It used to be that the tourist started right after Memorial Day and were gone after Labor Day. That's changed in the last twenty years or so. I would guess because of the shitty June weather more people wait till later in the Summer to come to Vacationland. Now it seems that the weather is much nicer in September than when I was a kid. It's probably the same, but as a kid you're in school so you don't notice as much. Lots of tourist come right through Columbus Day. Now for all you flatlanders (LOL ) out there, it's usually around the 10-12 of October coinciding with peak Autumn colors. Along the coast a lot of tourist stuff closes after Labor Day. It's amazing, the day before the motels, hotels, amusement parks are cranking away, the water slide all full and then Labor Day Monday, it's all boarded up and US RT. 1 South is bumper to bumper. Most of the restaurants are closed on route one even. Then the next day it's like Summer never happened. I'm always amazed.
I've got a boat sitting in the rain and a half taken apart motorcycle in the basement. I'm not the least bit motivated to deal with either. What's the point, it might just keep raining all Summer.
What the fuck happened to global warming. I knew it was to good to be true. I really started thinking that I wouldn't be held prisoner in this frozen wasteland forever. I wouldn't have to go through all that trouble to relocate to Fla, I could just simply wait for Fla to come to me, perfect. I love those days on the ski slopes when it's in the seventies, I just need more of them.....
I think I'll cheer myself up tonight and make my invitations for the front porch party.
Too much work.........I've been working for weeks without a day off and I'm sick of it. I've got a vacant apartment that needs my attention and the front porch. I tried to replace one little board on the front porch and the whole damn thing was rotted and I ended up re-building half the porch. It is a large porch and it was a complete pain in the ass. Now, the fun part. Thanks to my professional artist ex-wife, (the one I'm friends with) my front porch is being painted out in five colors and oh boy does it look good. Everyone walking by is stopping and chatting about it, it's kinda fun. It's the usual nuts and kooks and normal people.
While working on it yesterday I looked up and the most beautiful young blond woman asked "Is that your motorcycle in the bay window". I wanted her to have a proper answer and me to have a proper look at her (up and down) so I dropped all the tools and turned down the volume of the Ipod boombox so we could chat. Seems she is a motorcycle racer and vintage bike lover. She wanted me to know that the bike in the window had been photographed and published on her F'book page. Way cool.
I had a kid tell me that the bike is also featured in a Maine School of Art (MECA) photo gallery. I see people pull up in cars and take pictures or point and stare, occasionally they get out of the vehicle and walk up to the window. Everyone wants to know how I got it "mounted" in the window. I always tell them the same thing, "muscle", we just get three guys to lift them (there have been two different bikes in the window) into place and then I put the lights on them and there it is.
I invited the pretty blonde to my first annual "Front Porch Happy Hour, Martini, Raggae dance party. I didn't mention the martini's or the Raggae or the dancing on the sidewalk thing, that will have to just be a pleasant surprise if indeed she shows. I promised her she could meet some of her neighbors as that is at least part of the reason for the party. I'm sending invitations to some of my intown neighbors who I don't know.........They watch me....they do. LOL
I hear them talking about me, "hey look, they say to their out of town friends, He's got a motorcycle in his window, a real motorcycle with christmas lights, you should see it at night.
They talk about my paint job and the never ending blaring "hot rocking blues", my lack of clothing, my front porch sunbathing (it points directly south) and weightlifting, LOL. not to mention beer swilling and martini drinking.
Therefore, I think it is time they met me and I met them. I'm only directly inviting condo owners, I figure if they own it, they must be somewhat responsible people, WHAT....., I'm sure they are more responsible than me, just not as much fun.
Oh yea, you're all invited as well, bring vodka, okay?
I'm very close to finishing the front porch, there is about one day of painting left and then it will be completely done. I can't wait till it's done which won't be today as it is raining.
I will be posting pictures once finished and once the sun comes out again, if ever, so we can have a nice bright picture.
So get out your best martini glasses, sunglasses and dancing shoes, the party will be soon................
Gaddamnit, I'm fading like the Wicked Witch of the West. It's been raining here forever and I'm about as tan as I am at Christmas right now, it's just outright depressing. We are working on the rainiest June on record, oh boy. It should be getting dark outside here around nine pm, right now, it was dark at eight pm due to the cover, it sucks. It's been drizzling and pouring and freaking foggy.
I've been really having some introspection lately about how much I complain on here and I've thought about not complaining about anything (not even the ex, lol) and being Mr happy, but this weather.
In NYC 300 miles to the south it is 85 at nine pm. In Montreal 300 miles to the north it's 75 at nine pm, in Portland Maine it's a friggin crappy 60. Sixty puny degrees on the 24th of June, my daughters B'Day which I won't be able to celebrate until Friday . I said I won't complain so I won't
It's the end of the B'day season thankfully. I'm always in a bad mood this time of year. Lots of anniversaries and B'days and all the holidays that remind me of how things used to be. It's over and I feel a whole lot better about the whole thing, I always do.
It's been two years, I'm officially into year three of being single, just three days into it but I'm into year three. Was kinda of ironic that the anniversary landed on Father's Day, but I didn't write any angry blogs. I was okay with it. Not like I want to go back, just disappointed with the way it went down.
Also three years since I've owned my house I bought us . Too bad I can't afford to live in it. I have it rented which is a miracle in this market. It only costs me thirteen hundred out of my pocket to pay the mortgage after the rent. Can ya see why I'm pissed sometimes?
Okay enough with the mini-rant.
I had a fun weekend, the FWB is due soon, I think. I invited a new friend who I think we all might like her blog. She only has a few watching, but it was good. She said something to me through the blogs that was poignant, LOL,
It's possible that we may be able to see the sun tomorrow. I'm hoping.
The economy sucks around here, but I'm personally out of my mind with work which is good, I'm thankful. I've got a big vacancy in the three unit, but I've always managed to get it rented, I probably will soon,,,,,,I hope. I wish the economy would get better, there are a lot of people suffering out there, I see them every day intown here.
My beloved RED SOX are kicking serious American League East ASS! This is Red Sox Nation and it is fun, really fun.
Been a fan since I was born, period. Now we live in the glory of the Red Sox dominance and the Yankees submission, LOL,
Okay, I cracked myself up the the Red Sox/Yanks DOM/SUB reference so I'm gonna wrap up this "oh so lame blog" and quit while I'm ahead
Well, I should be happier, it was a great weekend, we had a ball, but I woke up kinda depressed today. I think it mostly has to do with the fucking lousy weather here. It's been raining for a month and it's supposed to be summer. It sucks.
The weekend, what a ball, Friday nite the ex GF and her friend showed up at 9:00 and we had a drink and walked to a really fun club around the corner from my house. It was 80's nite, what a fucking ball.
Now Ptld,ME must be the coolest, hippest place in the country (minus the ten below winter). What a club, I've only been in two clubs ever that came close to the fabulous clubs of Amsterdam or Greece and both of them were here in PTLD. I've hated this town in the past, but love takes time....read on.
The club, regular 80's style disco, lighted floor, booming music, hot everything. The fun part, it's all ages, usually when I go to the bars the funnest one's are all full of these creepy twenty somethings all looking hot and cool, LOL. This place had the hot twenty somethings and the wedding party bachelorette party, and the thirty somethings and all ages, guys off the golf course, drunks, partiers and me. Some of those girls should have been deemed illegal for the clothes they were wearing, LOL
The dancing was like being at a Grateful Dead concert, you've got your choice, hands in the air or at your side. If they are at your side they are pinned. It was that tight. I so loved that. It was more of a grind than a dance. I noticed that when it was jammed that eventually the whole 100 dancers were all grinding together, to the same beat. It was fun when the DJ was let's here it from the 45+ crowd, the 30+ crowd and so on and our group was the biggest or a tie with the 20 somethings, which was wonderful when I was dancing (grinding) and I notice that the person I was shoulder blade to shoulder blade with was indeed some twenty something and nice and hot. It was really fun.
It was so fun to be there with two attractive women and to be dancing with them, regardless of the twenty something grind, that was just a bonus. I noticed some guy looking at me like "what the fuck", which all I could think of was "hey pal, you've no idea the hundreds of times I was a watcher when I wanted to be a dancer". It sucks to go to a dance bar by yourself cuz there is usually very few single women to dance with and guys don't dance alone. LOL, RIGHT.
Saturday nite the ex GF showed up with yet another friend and the four of us headed out, complete bust, all over town and nothing going on. The weather sucked and there wasn't a party to be found. The newest member of this bunch wanted to have the same kinda fun we had the night before, but it couldn't be found. It was okay for me cuz I had fun the nite before.
Sunday: I was driving home at about 11:00 am and I noticed a guy in "Full Leather", sex leather, I guess you'd describe it as, LOL at the top of my street which is the center of the city. As I sat the the red light he walked up and kissed some guy. I looked around the little park quickly saw many different images, LOL and said to myself, "on boy Gay Pride Parade day today". You've got to love this town, we are the most inclusive, fun loving bunch. I was working on my front porch and walked over two buildings to watch the parade and cheer for these folks. My ex used to accuse me of being a homophobe which is and always was such crap. Fuck that, I've been front and center for every parade for twenty years. She didn't like the way I talked about the gays, but fuck her I worked in the restaurants for years and my gay friends talked to me the same way I talked to them......anyway.
The parade was great, they had a 800 foot rainbow flag 40 wide, it was fun and cool and every group you could imagine. The lesbian jews, the Maine Teachers Assn., Firefighters, municipal workers, churches of many different denominations. How fun, how cool. The Dikes on Bikes led the parade, I like them, because I like bikes and I like people. I've partied with them at bike rallies and they are cool. I wanted to yell out "hey girls" lets her them Harley roar, but I thought they might take offence at the "hey girls" thing, LOL. I didn't want to say "hey bitches, light them fucking things up for Gsake,,,,,,there were kids..... It was a fun Saturday morning. I got a Home Depot Hat a gay pride frisbee, I signed a gay equality voters pledge thing for gay marraige. I'm the straightest guy every born, but who gives a shit over who is sleeping with who and that's what it boils down too. WHO IS SLEEPING WITH WHO, WE SHOULD ALL BE ABLE TO MAKE ARE OWN DECISION ON THAT.
Later that afternoon I saw the funnest cutest, lesbian couple walking by. Oh, they were so cute, they were in their rainbow leggings, white, tight tee shirts, head bands. They were coming home from the gay festival which is at the end of the parade, they had as many balloon animals as they could wear or carry. They were cute, and they were HAPPY.
It was fun all day, in front of my house it was a never ending stream of freaks, I love the freaks, cuz I am one sometimes and I realize that they are not freaks everyday of the week. They are bank tellers, waitress', accountants, lawyers, housecleaners and whatever, everyother day of the week. They have my blessing to get their freak on, no one gets on my case for getting my freak on.
Sunday.......Fathers Day. A really nice day too. The girls came over, my kid came over, I made breakfast, we chatted and the kids all re-connected which made me really happy and it was really nice.
Okay, number 22 on the "waiting patiently list" has been accomplished. My FWB stopped by on her schedule (not mine) at 7:30 am apparently while running errands before work.
Here is how she thinks, I think, LOL........Hmmm, lets see, work at nine, go to the bank, go pay my bills, drop my kid off at the job site and oh yea, I need to stop by and get a shot of multiple orgasms, then get my dry cleaning and go to work. I'm a check mark on a TO DO list.
This has been an off and on agreement for a long time, seems she is always monitoring my marital status and as soon as I'm single she shows up somewhere in my life. Nothing to complain about except sometimes it's a little empty, sometimes it is just what I need. Yesterday, it was just what I needed.
Now on a real positive note, I'm going out to the Pizza Villa cuz my tenant who just moved out called and said she missed me and needed a "Bill Fix", oh boy oh boy, I don't even think it's anything more than a couple of friends going for a drink, but who knows, she has been single a while since the bf breakup and the move out.............I'm dreaming again, she is just 28 and beautiful, I'm 53 and well,,,,,,,,,,lets just put it this way I've met her dad, LOL. I do know a little of her history so it's not completely out of the realm.
Wait, wait, wait, you fucking asshole (I'm lecturing myself) all female friendships don't have to end up in the sack. I can be friends with women without............(oh sure), no I can't. YES I CAN, if it wasn't for that beautiful face, body and spirit I could probably keep my head out of the gutter, but I'm in love, everytime she opens her mouth (no, I'm not going there,oink) whatever she says, beautiful, that's the only word I can use to describe her.................okay bottom line we are friends, just friends, boo hoo.
But.....the Big Butt (a good choice for a new blog name, The Big Butt, LOL ) Friday nite should be fun. The ex GF has gotten in touch and wants to have some fun. She and her two GF's are coming to my town and they want me to "take them out". I'd like to take "them in" one at a time and then all three together. The ex GF is a good looking girl and her GF's are all hot. Now she is from a small town without a lot on new faces or opportunities. When bar hopping in that town, I was amazed at how the hook ups work in the bars. It's almost a negotiated settlement, really funny the stuff I overheard there......anyway, rambling.
The ex's gf's are hot and while partying there I've seen both of these women give me that "I'd like to see that nekkid look", not that I'm so great, but I've met the guys in that town, all the same, I'm just fresh meat.
I was amazed when the ex gf told me how old they are, the beautiful blonde who is never ever seen out with her husband and who definitely needs a thrill is much older than she looks, the other dark haired beauty has just bought a Harley, oh boy, that will make my pants warm, is also quite a bit older than I gave them credit for. They are all within the age range. I always thought it would be fun to date either or both, but out of respect for the ex gf, hitting on her friends she introduced me too isn't so cool, so hands off. Maybe I'll see to it that they all go away with a card with my email on it, Oh what a manipulative pig I can be, oh wait, those girls want me to be a manipulative pig that's why they are coming........
I wonder if they are all talking about a ??????? foursome, okay I'm dreaming, but I bet it has crossed their minds even if it has never been spoken. Foursome, that's fucking (LOL ) hilarious, isn't that what you do on the golf course. It would be fun to do it and then everytime I play golf and someone start talking foursomes I'd be like "You'll never believe that last foursome I played with", oh that's good............
But, I'd never do that, my best friend calls me a secretive bastard, just because I don't talk about sexual hook ups, seems to work for me. He's married and only dines on vanilla. This is stuff he doesn't need to know anyway.
Nobody gets to see my nekkid pics from vacation and nobody gets to know who I'm screwing on the side.
Jun 13, 2009 7:23 pm Mood: Speechless, LOL, 174 Views
Honestly I had to take a blogging break, the whole fucking anniversary thing had me all fucked up. My Piscean oceans were all in hurricane status. Anyway, I stopping drinking for a week and felt better about everything. Funny how those anniversaries can head me straight to a bunch of nice cold beers and a nice cold attitude.
Could have been easier if the ex hadn't sent me some pictures from her freaking blackbery while on my freaking island. Oh well, she doesn't mean harm, she just inflicts it randomly. But fuck it, I'm all good, all strong and the last damaging date...i.e.... the two year anniversary of me moving out next week will go unnoticed....blah blah blah.
So, what the fuck am I waiting for. On my Y h o o profile under the comment space or "what are you doing now" thing mine says "Waiting Patiently", everyone wants to know what I'm waiting for, so I'm going to take a crack at it.
I'm waiting for the perfect day on the perfect nude beach to win the lottery for my soul mate for a hot lover for a second chance for adventure for my toilet water to spin backwards for everyone on the planet to be healthy happy and fed for me to be happy, healthy and fed, LOL for the Red Sox to rule MLB for this entire century for everyone reading this to understand that it's randomly composed and the order of things I'm waiting for is in now way their order of priority in my life, whew. for a new really large really nice LCD TV for my livingroom for a new vehicle for a new boat for a new GF for new friends for a nice cold beer right now for a booty call tonight, (zero chance) for a new vacation to obsess about for a chance to go fishing, it's that time of year! for a nice nasty fuck, oops, sorry girls. for a nice dinner date, better, right? (seriously) for a day at the beach for a weekend in Vermont, I need to get some projects done for time to clean my house spotlessly for sunshine for fresh tomatoes for the opportunity to thank Purp for the nice testimonial for the opportunity to thank all of the people and my friends here for reading this crap for that girl who recently put her foot up my ass and then disappeared, I'm waiting for her to come back and add a little balance to my blogs, LOL for getting my ass to Asia, I want to go to Asia soon for getting back to my Island for seeing my kid graduate college for seeing my daughters graduate college for my sister to bring her dog over tomorrow for a ride in Lola for a Fla GF for my twin cities ME friend to be happy and okay with a new life for my friend who's wife just left to be okay for my kid and his GF to be happy as can be. for a drink at a bar in Rhode Island for a day off for complete never ending happiness
and...... (I had to edit this for one more thing) for a couple of hours to sit and compose some really nice fucking nasty porno for us all to enjoy, LOL
those are some of the things I'm waiting for......plus a new Star Trek movie, LOL
need I fucking go on, it's no wonder that we are all fucking mental with all the crap we have to remember, prepare for, worry about, blah blah blah,,,,,,,,,
Again, I think I did this last year at the same time. Enough already, every time the ex goes off to my island it pisses me off.
No I don't sit here and obsess about the past, somethings set me off, piss me off, but I'm entitled to bitch and I'm entirely entitled to my feelings.
Yea, when I don't have enough money for the mortgage for a home that I had to rent at about half the monthly payment, yea that makes me resentful. That's money that could be used for many other more useful things, like the two who are in college.
Two years down the road and I'm still cleaning up the mess, It's hard to "just move on" when you're faced with the resulting financial mess that ensues. I'm reminded everyday of the past as a result of that situation........It's stressful!!!
So, Enough!
Think I'll try to think of some travel stories to write, or maybe I'll write some pornography, that should be a big hit around here.LOL
Jun 7, 2009 6:31 am Mood: A little worn out, 209 Views
Three weeks without a day off. Damn.
I should be working right now, but I'm just worn out. Once I get going I'll be fine, but it is hard to get this engine started after so long without a day off.
I always have a strategy on days like these, get the work done and then spend the rest of the late afternoon on a bar stool at the Pizza Villa. I'm not a bar fly at all, I rarely go to the bars, but I love this place and I have friends there, so it's a place for me to go. They have the best pizza too and I need a meal that's prepared for me, cuz I'm tired of cooking for myself.
I feel pretty good emotionally today despite the interaction with the ex...........today is her b'day and she is in the Carribean on my freaking island. Screw her, I hope her B'day is wonderful, she left her new husband home.
I'm hoping my next LTR ends with us going to "my island" together, every single time. I'd hate to be lonely and missing my mate on vacation. Isn't that the whole point, go somewhere together and have fun......
I think the ex is just trying to escape the miserable life she has chosen for herself. TFB, for her.
Now, for all my bitching on Friday night, today I'm all good being single again. I think I was a little unsettled cuz a friend stopped by again, rocked my world and then rushed off. I wanted her to stay for just another hour so we could cuddle, nap, rest, relax, but she said "you know, an hour is all we get", even though I knew she didn't have to be anywhere for a couple of hours.
I think it's the way she says "thanks, I needed that" as she is leaving that makes me feel like a commodity as opposed to a person.
It kinda made me feel "used". When I was married I was a "penis with a wallet", now I just feel like a "penis".
Now lets put all this bitching into perspective. First I complain "no sex", then I complain, "sex without emotional connection", whatever will I complain about next.
I've got to stop complaining. Jeez, at least I'm having sex (occasionally) and damn good hot sex as well, I'd just like it to be with the love of my life, that's a lot to ask I suppose, so I should just roll with it.
Of course once I get a GF, I'll be complaining that the relationship isn't quite right, LOL............This shit is hard, this relationship thing.
I guess it's because I refuse to compromise, I will find a very compatible GF if it takes forever, I won't just hook up with someone, just to be with someone (like the ex), I will keep looking and looking and looking.
Damn, I've got to get out of this house and stop working so hard.
Cheers, see you all down at the Pizza Villa later this afternoon.
I was just thinking soon it would be two years since I've been single and it occured to me that today would have been the sixth anniversary of my Las Vegas Wedding. It's a fun, but not necessarily dependable method of tying the knot.
We got married at San Fransisco Sally's, no kidding, at 10:30 in the morning after consuming many Bloody Mary's waiting for the Town Hall to open so we could get the license.
I will never regret getting married in Vegas. C'mon now how many people have that reckless of a lifestyle, LOL. We had a nice room, I woke up after the wedding night and the bride had bolted for the one armed bandits, that should have been a clue. She wasn't that bad, but gambling wasn't one of her best things.
I won a big pot right before we got married, I thought it was a sign, it probably was, a sign to take the money and get a flight home, LOL.
The ex is off to my Island tomorrow, always kinda pisses me off, we negotiated that out during the divorce. She was not to go to my Island again. She ignores me and has gone there repeatedly just to piss me off. She seems annoyed that I've found my own way in the Caribbean and have made so many wonderful friends.......She always thought that I'd just dry up if she left, she so thought she was the bomb sometimes. Jeez she had an incredible set, but pleez. As I've said before "I've been around" and I'm not that easily impressed.
Anyway....It's her birthday Sunday and she is traveling without her new husband, hmmm, what kind of relationship is that, off on vacation with your friend on your birthday and your mate is staying at home.......
I'm glad I'm out of that relationship...............
It's been two years almost and it has flown by, I'm okay being single, I just would like not to be so alone all the time.
I would really love to be building some sort of future with someone so we could have some fun things and some really cool times, but I guess I'll just go it alone for a while.
You know I need some fun here, it's been a sad/bad week, but it's over.
I want to completely change my profile.
ANYONE WANT TO DO IT FOR ME. Oh my gosh, I sure am a manipulative little slut sometimes.... Anyway, self depreciation aside, all you girls know what you like to read, you know what attracts women, help me out.
Fuck, I can't get a returned email on this site, two fucking years. Every date but one I've been on (in the real world) in the past two years ended in the sack on the first date. Damn, I must be projecting something safe, normal, clean (I always get a kick out of that one)and reasonably sober. These are nice women, one ended up my gf for a year. I never cheated on her even once. One landed on my doorstep a year and a half later at midnight.
What the fuck, does anyone come here to meet people in No. New England. (with all due respect to my VT friends). It would be nice to have a date from this site within 30 miles of home. It might make it easier to find my way home at the end of the night, LOL.
Now, maybe if I knew how, I could have a "write a new hot profile for Takemetonegril contest", except I would have no idea how to do it or the time to do it, and then I'd have to give the winner a prize and that would be way to difficult to figure out.
Now, I'm not nuts, whenever I need a date/new gf, I bug everyone I know and they help me out.
Now I know many of you girls, go ahead, make some suggestions.
Before you get started let me list a few suggestions that I don't think will help.
Get some tan lines, LOL put some clothes on, LOL Stop smoking that, LOL put that drink down, LOL Use "just for men" Use "Encite" Settle down. Stop poking me with that thing I'm trying to sleep, LOL
My Kid, also known as Sonnyboy, or previously Kidboy, is 21 today. He is pretty excited. Not that he didn't have access to booze before today seeing as his GF has been 21 since Jan, but now he doesn't have to beg her. I'm not sure if that is good or bad. She keeps him pretty well grounded most of the time. Especially when she is "well grounded" herself, which isn't always.
My kid was born June 1, 1988. On Tuesday the 31st my wife was induced into labor because her water had broken. She is a tiny girl so the doc said the kids head was stuffed so hard into the opening or her uterus that she didn't really leak any fluid, but that kid needed to come out,and now.
That evening it was beautiful out, we had been at the hospital for about 6 hours with nothing going on. They gave her a shot about 3:00 to induce, but nothing was really happening. We were in one of those Birthing Centers, it was kind of fun and cool and it was brand spanking new. The staff was all about making it this Zen thing, I thought some of it was really silly, but they really meant well.
As it got dark out the window of our private room for two we could see the most gorgeous full moon coming up. One of those that looks like it's off Star Wars because it is so unusally big and yellow and alive appearing, like someone's big eyeball glaring in. It was the second full moon of the month. A Blue Moon, as in once in a blue moon. It was all the talk on the maternaity ward. The place went nuts soon after dark, more and more pregnant couples and before we knew it seven babies ready on a night when either none or one or maybe two, but seven not often according to our nurse. She said it was always busy on full moons, but nothing like that night.
The kid was slow to arrive, the mystic Aunt was contacted in hippyville (Vacouver, BC) where she had ex-patraited and she wanted that kid born under the sign of the Blue Moon if it meant hauling him out with forcepts. OMG. She left immediately, like one of the Wise Men of Jesus Fame (no disrepect) and incredibly ended up arriving at 2:00am. From Vancouver, British Columbia to Portland Maine in 14 hours, I never found out how she pulled that off, she was on a Salmon boat when she got the news. She brought beautiful Salmon with her too.
The labor went on all night long. The Doc was in and out, napping and checking in occasionally. Then when we were getting closer at about 3:00 am, the nurse got concerned over the infants heartrate, then it hit 15, she hit a panic button and in two seconds flat, five people were in the room picking her up and turning her this way and that way. She went up, then down. This went on for two hours. That poor girl they about stood her on her head for an hour or more.
The time came, the Doc said get dressed, he was insisting I was cutting the cord, I didn't want too. I'm a good sport though and got the gown on and the mask and everything. OMG, at one point the Doc had the kid by the head and was twisting it and I swear he was going to put his foot in the wife's crotch for leverage, but in the end he got him out.
I was already to catch him, cut the cord, and hand him off for the apgar thing but he came out with the cord around his neck twice. I just got backhanded out of the way, Wow, these guys knew exactly what they were doing and it didn't look easy. They cut the cord quickly, handed him off to this really tall pediatric doctor who put him on a steamship round buffet table looking thing with a big light.
I LOVE THIS PART OF THE STORY!!!!!
This Doc was doing all the quick tests, cleaning out nostrials, washing him down, wrapping him up, checking circulation, breathing etc. The way this guy was talking you'd have thought he was holding the most precious thing on earth. The way he described ea procedure, it was incredible. He puncuated every sentence with "oh he is so beautiful", Ten perfect fingers, ten perfect toes, ears perfect etc. It was cool, this guy must have been born to do that job. The best voice, twenty one years later I can still hear him saying it.
I talked to a very good friend of mine about it and she said those Doc's are always very relieved themselves that they don't have to deliver any bad news at such an emotional time.
This all happened in three minutes and they had him swaddled and in his mothers arms.
They threw bedsheets down on the floors to clean up the bloody mess, childbirth ain't pretty.
The kid is barely out into the fresh air and the door busts open and it's Sister in Law from Hippyville (I tease, I love her) demanding to know the exact moment of birth and demanding or at least requesting to see the placenta for some mystical shit. I wanted to fucking brain her right there. We'd been at labor for fifteen hours, the wife on her head with legs spead wide open for the last two hours, heartrate down to 6 I think once and she wants to see the fucking placenta. I was so emotional after that deal I justed wanted to cry from relief and get some sleep.
The Doc of all people calmed me down and actually told me it was really important from an astrological stand point to know the exact minute. I couldn't believe I was hearing it from him, mister staight as an arrow. He then explained the Placenta thing again and I said, "whatever, no, I don't want any relatives examining the freaking placenta, so they took it away and the Sister in Law chased them down the hall and did her amatuer examination somewhere out of my site.
They took the kid away for a couple of hours so I threw everyone out and I feel asleep for a while and got up and went home when they came for the wife. They brought the kid in and took them both away for something. I went to work, because I had too.
Twenty one years today, yes it goes fast, I have no regrets as I was there for all twenty one, Kindergarten, Little League, Junior High, Gf's, Senior Prom, drunk at HS graduation, LOL (him, not me)
All in all the kid has turned out alright. He is a very good kid with a good heart. He needs to find himself some, but didn't we all at 21.
. I said I won't complain so I won't
. I have it rented which is a miracle in this market. It only costs me thirteen hundred out of my pocket to pay the mortgage after the rent
. Can ya see why I'm pissed sometimes?
