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Thursday, December 23, 2004
  10 Days Early
Well, I can honestly say that when a baby wants to come, that baby is going to come.

I know because my 2nd son, Nicholas James McTighe, entered our world and our lives 10 days early (hence the title above) at 12:42 a.m. on Tuesday, December 21.

I'm not kidding, it was a whirlwind. It breaks down like this:

MONDAY 12/20
8:17 p.m
My wife gets home from water aerobics (that's right, water aerobics at 9+ months prego) and tells me that "Something might be going on down there."
"Pah," I say.

8:30 p.m.
She decides to call the doctor. She says she's feeling some "pressure."
"Double-pah," but this time, I think it.

8:40 p.m.
She tells me that she's having contractions and that she's going to pack her things.
"Hmmm," I ponder. "This might be the real deal. But certainly not, I mean we're 10 days early."

9:30 p.m.
After a series of contractions that are separated by the thin veneer of just 5 minutes, she decides to call her girlfriend to ask her to come over and watch our other boy while we go deliver the baby.
Finally realizing she's serious, I jump on board.

9:45 p.m.
We head to the hospital.

10:15 p.m.
In the hospital her doctor utters this simplistic phrase: "Yep, the baby's coming." Hey, I didn't need a medical degree to sort that one out. "Thanks Doc, here's a check for eleventy-billion dollars!"

10:15 - 12:00 a.m.
Things progress just as they should. At the stroke of midnight, Sarah starts pushing.

12:42 a.m.
Nick is born.

A miracle wrapped in a miracle wrapped in a miracle, people. Seriously.

Walt Whitman wrote that "a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels."

Man, he should've seen a baby.

Happy holidays.
 
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
  Flu? Oh pooh.
Every year I forego the flu shot that my wife and my son always get. For him sure, I mean he's 3. And her, well, let's just say she's a rule follower. They say get a flu shot, she gets a flu shot. Me, never had one, never will. At least that's what I thought until 1:41 AM on Monday morning.

That was when I awoke with the knowledge that if the pain in my entire body didn't stop soon, I would rather die. Then I was on the can, off the can etc. ad nauseum. You're picking up what I'm putting down.

Seriously, I had a 24-hour bug that ripped through my soul leaving behind nothing more than tattered remnants of days gone by. Days when I didn't have the flu.

And then, at 2:23 this morning, just like Keyser Soze –
POOF! the flu was gone.

The moral of this story: Get your flu shots kiddies.

Moral #2: When that SuperFlu comes (like in Stephen King's "The Stand") we got trouble, baby. Trouble.
 
Friday, December 03, 2004
  Just Learning
I'm new to this Blog thing. It seems pretty self-indulgent if you ask me.

But I noticed you didn't ask me.

Look to this space for my musings on whatever the hell I happen to be musing about.
 
  La La Land
Los Angeles is strange. I saw two semi-famous people out here at the Loews Santa Monica today. First, I saw that long-haired Tony guy from the Gazelle Infomercial. Then I saw the girl that plays Nessa on NBC's "Las Vegas." Not a bad show, you should check it out.

The thing is that she was tiny, tiny skinny and he was fatter than you'd expect a guy who shills exercise equipment to be.

Hmmm.

Plus, this Pacific Time Zone is for the birds. La La land indeed.
 
Mainly I've been driving. Alfa Romeo. First to four in under sixty. Seconds. Gears. Dig it.

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