For those that know me you know that I have four little boys and that they mean the world to me. There really isn't anything that I wouldn't do for them. I enjoy the time I get to spend with them and I like to believe that I am an okay father. I do what I can to teach them right from wrong and I tend to be heavy handed when it comes to making sure they know the difference. I don't beat them for those that are wondering. When I say "heavy handed", I mean that I can be strict when it comes to their actions.
Yesterday was obviously Monday so of course I had to go to work. The boys didn't have school so they were home all day being children. I spent most of my morning cleaning (you all know this to be normal for me) and I had them helping me some because I am just one person and I am of the mindset that I can use the older boys to help clean. At their age(8 and 6), I believe that they can do a little bit of chores and help around the house. Stop me if you think I'm wrong. I accept all forms of advice. Just leave it in the comments section below after this is posted. Back to the story from yesterday.
I spent the day cleaning and getting things organized. It's what I do. I tasked the older boys with cleaning up the toys. A simple task really. Take them maybe 10 minutes total to do this. Not today, oh no, not today. In fact, I spend most days fighting with them about it because they find cleaning boring. I don't blame them. I don't like cleaning either, but between work and home, I'm constantly cleaning. I got used to it. So I had them pick up toys. Took them a total of about 20 minutes because I had to fight with them the entire way. Once they had finished that task, I let them play and goof around so that I could do some other things around the house.
Lunch time rolled around so I took to the task of getting food for everyone. They finished lunch and I got around to some more cleaning and getting ready for work. Things kind of started to go downhill from there. Carter asked if they could play outside. He was told no and that it was a little chilly outside. We had guests in the house, so being a good host, I entertained like I typically do. Carter decided to open the back door. The dogs were no where near the door. When asked why he opened the back door, he response was, "I wanted to see if the dogs wanted out." Remember, the dogs were no where near the back door. As the dad and previous 8 year old that I once was, I tend to know what the kids are thinking and I know what they are trying to do. After explaining to Carter that I know everything that goes on in the house and that I know where everything is in the house, he got mad because I figured him out.
I went to work like I normally would believing that the kids could behave and not cause too much grief for their mom, who is still recovering from her most recent surgery. She had help at home, don't worry. I spent the most of the night at work and finally managed to return home around 930ish. I did my normal routine of turning off lights and things before I headed upstairs. As I was ascending to The Tomb (stolen from +Chuck Bisbee), I heard little voices coming from the big boys' room. I poked my head in and stated that I was pretty sure that they were supposed to be sleeping. Carter, of course, threw his hands in the air like I had done something wrong. I told him that I had just gotten home and that his attitude, should it continue, was going to piss me off. Tone it down, lay down and sleep. Upon further investigation, I noticed Eli wasn't in his bed, so I surveyed the room. Once I located him, I told him to return to his bed (they have bunk beds) and go to sleep. The night pretty much ended after that and I headed to bed.
What is sad is that it has taken just a little over two days to finish this post. Things have been hectic for the past few days. The thing is though, the issue that we are dealing with now are a lot worse than what we thought. I will leave that for another day. I have to get some things done before I give you guys the inside scoop.
Until next time,
Wickid
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
*Giggles* He said 69.....
Welcome once again to The Arena and the Monday that it is associated with. I'm over here giggling because as of right now, once this is posted, we will be on issue 69. I'm still a little childish when it comes to this number. Sue me. It can't be helped.
This morning was supposed to be a busy one, but with one child getting sick and no school today, my morning has been relatively free. The kids are watching cartoons out on the couch with my wife and I am in the kitchen listening to musics and talking to you guys. I'm working through the puzzles in the paper even though the crosswords are starting to get to the better of me right now. Since things have been kind of quiet today, the only real worry I have today, is getting myself to work on time. It's been awhile since that has happened. Lunch time will be coming soon for the children and maybe even some nap time. If I'm lucky. Depends on how I feel. I definitely did not want to get up this morning.
I think it is a psychological thing. Monday is just one of those days where your mind knows that it is going to be a slow day and tells you, "You will not like today." So, of course, no one likes Monday. I don't like Monday. Then again, I have never really liked Monday. I think there needs to be an extra day in the middle of the weekend. I would endorse it. Have an 8 day week? Who wouldn't want that? I guess it depends on who you are. Some people don't want extra days to work or whatever. The idea kind of reminds me of an old episode of the cartoon "Doug" that I used to watch as a kid. On one episode, they made a "Fun Day" to go between Saturday and Sunday. Sounds like a good idea, but will the practice actually be as good as it sounds? I know that I sometimes wish there was more hours in a day so that I could do more, but that might lead to less sleep than I already get.
Have you realized that we are almost through the first month of the new year? It's insane right?!? This month has just flown by! Why is it that time dictates how we feel sometimes? Like, when you are waiting for something that you either want or need, time seems to move slower and when you aren't paying attention, time flies. Like the old saying goes, "Time flies when you are having fun." You never really notice how quickly things move when you don't pay attention to them. For example, when I start a new issue for you guys and I get to typing, time flies out the window and I get lost in the way the words just start flowing. It's like everything else calms to a dull roar as I lose myself to the words and getting them onto the screen. It is very therapeutic. Something serene about it all.
Sometimes I think my wife is an undercover Navy Chief. She comes into the kitchen, "Why aren't you cleaning?" or some other form of question that results in wondering about what it is I am cleaning. Like really? I don't remember being on a boat. I'm pretty sure I'm standing in my kitchen. Unless...... Did I take the red pill?!?! Who decided that was okay?? I don't remember any of this!!
Wow! I can't believe that I never actually finished this post. I shall continue in the new one that is coming soon.
I'm out!!
Wickid
This morning was supposed to be a busy one, but with one child getting sick and no school today, my morning has been relatively free. The kids are watching cartoons out on the couch with my wife and I am in the kitchen listening to musics and talking to you guys. I'm working through the puzzles in the paper even though the crosswords are starting to get to the better of me right now. Since things have been kind of quiet today, the only real worry I have today, is getting myself to work on time. It's been awhile since that has happened. Lunch time will be coming soon for the children and maybe even some nap time. If I'm lucky. Depends on how I feel. I definitely did not want to get up this morning.
I think it is a psychological thing. Monday is just one of those days where your mind knows that it is going to be a slow day and tells you, "You will not like today." So, of course, no one likes Monday. I don't like Monday. Then again, I have never really liked Monday. I think there needs to be an extra day in the middle of the weekend. I would endorse it. Have an 8 day week? Who wouldn't want that? I guess it depends on who you are. Some people don't want extra days to work or whatever. The idea kind of reminds me of an old episode of the cartoon "Doug" that I used to watch as a kid. On one episode, they made a "Fun Day" to go between Saturday and Sunday. Sounds like a good idea, but will the practice actually be as good as it sounds? I know that I sometimes wish there was more hours in a day so that I could do more, but that might lead to less sleep than I already get.
Have you realized that we are almost through the first month of the new year? It's insane right?!? This month has just flown by! Why is it that time dictates how we feel sometimes? Like, when you are waiting for something that you either want or need, time seems to move slower and when you aren't paying attention, time flies. Like the old saying goes, "Time flies when you are having fun." You never really notice how quickly things move when you don't pay attention to them. For example, when I start a new issue for you guys and I get to typing, time flies out the window and I get lost in the way the words just start flowing. It's like everything else calms to a dull roar as I lose myself to the words and getting them onto the screen. It is very therapeutic. Something serene about it all.
Sometimes I think my wife is an undercover Navy Chief. She comes into the kitchen, "Why aren't you cleaning?" or some other form of question that results in wondering about what it is I am cleaning. Like really? I don't remember being on a boat. I'm pretty sure I'm standing in my kitchen. Unless...... Did I take the red pill?!?! Who decided that was okay?? I don't remember any of this!!
Wow! I can't believe that I never actually finished this post. I shall continue in the new one that is coming soon.
I'm out!!
Wickid
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Radio Silence
It's Sunday Arenians and today has so far started out to be a great one. I have my coffee that I am sipping on and the replay of last night's +B2K Radio show pumping out through the speakers. Due to some unforeseen circumstances last night, the government computer I was logged into locked me out of the live show so I was unable to get the tunes fresh as they were played. I was bitter about it last night. Today, not so much. I prefer to get the music as +Chuck Bisbee is playing it, but a replay works for me. I actually ended up listening to last week's radio show replay while I was on watch. I started it promptly at 7:15 after exhausting all options in trying to get the live show. It definitely made the rest of my watch go a lot faster.
I ended up not getting home until almost midnight though. I got relieved by my Monster Hunter buddy and we ended up talking nerd for about an hour while watching YouTube videos about the game. He got to the office a little after 10 but I didn't walk out until he looked up and was all, "Yo, go home dude." It was then that I realized that I still needed to go to the store before I went home. In the last three days, I have gone to the store 3 times. The first day was a two-fer visit because I was an idiot and didn't make sure I had a way to pay for what I was buying. Two trips later that day and I was home. Although, I did get a little bit of faith in humanity restored that night while I was out and last night while I was in the checkout line. After my second visit to the store, I was putting my cart away in the cart return place when a gentleman stopped me, shook my hand and thanked me for my service. Same thing happened last night while I was out. It's weird to me because it normally doesn't happen to me. When someone takes 10 seconds out of their day to thank a service member, it really does boost our morale and puts a smile on our faces. It helps us to believe, in some of the darkest times, that what we do really does make a difference and that people appreciate the sacrifices we make. Now, I'm not saying that nobody makes sacrifices, I'm just saying that people notice some of the sacrifices we make.
Today will be spent cleaning since last week was just so busy that everything got put on the back burner when my lady had emergency surgery for the second time in 2 weeks. She is doing much better now and she is resting. She doesn't like the bed rest that the doctors put her on, but she knows that it is for her benefit. So, I get to spend my one day off this weekend cleaning as much as I can before it all starts back up again tomorrow. I definitely spent more time off last week than normal though. Monday is a given because it was a holiday. Tuesday and Wednesday were because of my lady and her being stuck in the hospital. I finally got to work on Thursday and Friday. Hell, I almost missed Friday because she had to go back to Urgent Care. I did go to work though. Then, of course, I had the watch last night so that to me counts as a day of work. I think I overdid it with the energy drinks though. Three of them in an 8 hour time span. I bought two and was gifted the third one. I started the watch with the gifted one, a little 8 oz can of Monster, and finished the watch with two Limeade Kickstarts. It might explain why 1:30 this morning ended up being my bedtime.
As the musics play and I type this out, I feel the motivation to get things done flowing through my system. I just have to make sure one kid does his homework while the other three leave him alone. I also have to keep a watch on the little kids to make sure they don't destroy a mostly clean living room. There isn't really that much that needs to get done, it just seems like a mountain of work to fit into one day. I'm probably not going to get it all done today, but I would like to hope that I could. With that being said, it is time for me to go and leave you wondering with anticipation for tomorrow's issue when I reveal whether or not it all got accomplished like I set out to do. This is almost like a book. Do I have you on the edge of your seat? Yeah? No? Well get up and walk around, you have things to do too.
I'm out!!
Wickid
I ended up not getting home until almost midnight though. I got relieved by my Monster Hunter buddy and we ended up talking nerd for about an hour while watching YouTube videos about the game. He got to the office a little after 10 but I didn't walk out until he looked up and was all, "Yo, go home dude." It was then that I realized that I still needed to go to the store before I went home. In the last three days, I have gone to the store 3 times. The first day was a two-fer visit because I was an idiot and didn't make sure I had a way to pay for what I was buying. Two trips later that day and I was home. Although, I did get a little bit of faith in humanity restored that night while I was out and last night while I was in the checkout line. After my second visit to the store, I was putting my cart away in the cart return place when a gentleman stopped me, shook my hand and thanked me for my service. Same thing happened last night while I was out. It's weird to me because it normally doesn't happen to me. When someone takes 10 seconds out of their day to thank a service member, it really does boost our morale and puts a smile on our faces. It helps us to believe, in some of the darkest times, that what we do really does make a difference and that people appreciate the sacrifices we make. Now, I'm not saying that nobody makes sacrifices, I'm just saying that people notice some of the sacrifices we make.
Today will be spent cleaning since last week was just so busy that everything got put on the back burner when my lady had emergency surgery for the second time in 2 weeks. She is doing much better now and she is resting. She doesn't like the bed rest that the doctors put her on, but she knows that it is for her benefit. So, I get to spend my one day off this weekend cleaning as much as I can before it all starts back up again tomorrow. I definitely spent more time off last week than normal though. Monday is a given because it was a holiday. Tuesday and Wednesday were because of my lady and her being stuck in the hospital. I finally got to work on Thursday and Friday. Hell, I almost missed Friday because she had to go back to Urgent Care. I did go to work though. Then, of course, I had the watch last night so that to me counts as a day of work. I think I overdid it with the energy drinks though. Three of them in an 8 hour time span. I bought two and was gifted the third one. I started the watch with the gifted one, a little 8 oz can of Monster, and finished the watch with two Limeade Kickstarts. It might explain why 1:30 this morning ended up being my bedtime.
As the musics play and I type this out, I feel the motivation to get things done flowing through my system. I just have to make sure one kid does his homework while the other three leave him alone. I also have to keep a watch on the little kids to make sure they don't destroy a mostly clean living room. There isn't really that much that needs to get done, it just seems like a mountain of work to fit into one day. I'm probably not going to get it all done today, but I would like to hope that I could. With that being said, it is time for me to go and leave you wondering with anticipation for tomorrow's issue when I reveal whether or not it all got accomplished like I set out to do. This is almost like a book. Do I have you on the edge of your seat? Yeah? No? Well get up and walk around, you have things to do too.
I'm out!!
Wickid
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Where did yesterday go??
Welcome back Arenians!! *substantial amount of time passes* Sorry guys and girls, making coffee and loading up the dishwasher. You know what that means? Yes, it means I am back in the kitchen coming at you live, in your face, with a writing style that really doesn't have a name. I don't even know if it is an actual style, but I would like to believe that it is.
Now that we have the niceties out of the way, where the hell did Friday go? I seemed to have lost it somewhere from the time I got up to the time I went to bed last night. I think I misplaced it in my other pants. I should probably find those. *looking around* Yep, can't find those pants. Must be nice that my pants have decided they wanted to leave. Yesterday started the usual way. Get up, take big kids to school, come home, take sister to work. Typical morning. I also had to add in the time it took me to go to duty muster. That kind of threw off my whole day. When I finally got home, I literally walked in the door and got the message from the sister telling me she was done at work. I told her she was fired. I went to check up on my lady to make sure she was doing okay and then I went and got the sister from work. After she took forever to finish up and clock out, I had to rush home and quickly make lunch for the little kids before one of them went to school and one of them had an in home visit from the ABA lady. Needless to say, one kid had to scarf down his food, which is very difficult for him, and then out to the bus. I ended up finishing his lunch. The ABA people showed up and took to playing with Lucas. I had to make lunch for the lady and get everything ready for me to go to work. I had been in my uniform for about 4 hours at this point. I made the mistake of sitting down in the living room to catch my breath. 45 minutes later, I was kind of startled awake because the ABA lady, Court, needed me for something. Then I realized I needed to get dressed and go get the children from school. During that time, we found out that my wife needed to head back to Urgent Care so that they could have another look at her. She has still been experiencing a large amount of pain. The doctors said that she shouldn't be feeling so terrible so they wanted to see her. I had to get the children home and get her into the car and to the Urgent Care Center at the hospital by the house. I eventually went to work because I had to. There was no other way around it. I spent most of the night there. I had to clean the shop and there was a little bit of paperwork to do. Luckily, I had music replays from +B2K Radio to listen to. It definitely made my night easier.
Today, I get to spend 8 hours staring at a computer in a little office with a horrible view of the pier while I sit staring at the phone, waiting for it to ring. I will get to listen to the live show tonight though because the Navy hasn't blocked the web site +Chuck Bisbee uses to play his show. I am very excited that I get to participate tonight. I will even jump on and chat with everyone. Just keep it Disney PG at least. We don't want the Navy to ban the site. It would make me sad.
Now that I have spent most of my morning with you guys and gals, listening to musics and typing out this most awesome issue, I must bid you adieu and go finish the rest of my tasking before I have to get showered and shaved before work. I hope that you peoples have a good Saturday!
I'm out this bitch!!
Wickid
Now that we have the niceties out of the way, where the hell did Friday go? I seemed to have lost it somewhere from the time I got up to the time I went to bed last night. I think I misplaced it in my other pants. I should probably find those. *looking around* Yep, can't find those pants. Must be nice that my pants have decided they wanted to leave. Yesterday started the usual way. Get up, take big kids to school, come home, take sister to work. Typical morning. I also had to add in the time it took me to go to duty muster. That kind of threw off my whole day. When I finally got home, I literally walked in the door and got the message from the sister telling me she was done at work. I told her she was fired. I went to check up on my lady to make sure she was doing okay and then I went and got the sister from work. After she took forever to finish up and clock out, I had to rush home and quickly make lunch for the little kids before one of them went to school and one of them had an in home visit from the ABA lady. Needless to say, one kid had to scarf down his food, which is very difficult for him, and then out to the bus. I ended up finishing his lunch. The ABA people showed up and took to playing with Lucas. I had to make lunch for the lady and get everything ready for me to go to work. I had been in my uniform for about 4 hours at this point. I made the mistake of sitting down in the living room to catch my breath. 45 minutes later, I was kind of startled awake because the ABA lady, Court, needed me for something. Then I realized I needed to get dressed and go get the children from school. During that time, we found out that my wife needed to head back to Urgent Care so that they could have another look at her. She has still been experiencing a large amount of pain. The doctors said that she shouldn't be feeling so terrible so they wanted to see her. I had to get the children home and get her into the car and to the Urgent Care Center at the hospital by the house. I eventually went to work because I had to. There was no other way around it. I spent most of the night there. I had to clean the shop and there was a little bit of paperwork to do. Luckily, I had music replays from +B2K Radio to listen to. It definitely made my night easier.
Today, I get to spend 8 hours staring at a computer in a little office with a horrible view of the pier while I sit staring at the phone, waiting for it to ring. I will get to listen to the live show tonight though because the Navy hasn't blocked the web site +Chuck Bisbee uses to play his show. I am very excited that I get to participate tonight. I will even jump on and chat with everyone. Just keep it Disney PG at least. We don't want the Navy to ban the site. It would make me sad.
Now that I have spent most of my morning with you guys and gals, listening to musics and typing out this most awesome issue, I must bid you adieu and go finish the rest of my tasking before I have to get showered and shaved before work. I hope that you peoples have a good Saturday!
I'm out this bitch!!
Wickid
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Lost Time
Welcome back to the Arena and this gloomy Thursday morning. I'm only saying that it is gloomy because of the grey skies and light rain that we are receiving over here on the left coast. Typical Thursday morning here in the House of Wickid. I have 3 days of work to do and only 6 hours to do it in. I now know the feels of being a "Stay-at-home Dad". I'm not always at home, but when I am I'm always doing chores. Well, at least that is the way I feel. Good thing I have coffee because I don't know how I would get through the day. The sad part of this though, I just opened the last box of coffee. Guess it is time to hit the store and pick up more. I'm not really a grocery store shopper. I'm more of a go in, grab what I need and leave. Unlikely that I can actually go shopping. I would shop everyday because I kind of despise going into a store. I guess I need to suck it up and get the shopping done. I do have to make a list. Add that to the list of things that need to be done.
I have been slacking these last couple days. I pretty much have been doing the bare minimum to get me by chores wise. I have been distracted. Like today, I'm standing here in the kitchen listening to music, typing to you peeps, and reading the Sports-ing section of the newspaper. There is an article in there today about the New England Patriots under inflating 11 of 12 of their game balls for the AFC Championship game. The Indianapolis Colts have been apparently complaining about this for months. Well, more like they noticed it in November and didn't say anything until the Championship game. Upon investigating the balls (I'm laughing right now at this), the officials found that 11 of the 12 game balls from the Patriots were under inflated. Referees say that it is cheating. Some of the former referees say the same thing. Like Richard Sherman put it (quoting from the paper), "I'm not sure if anything will come from it, honestly, whether it's true or it's not true. It didn't have much effect on the game. And if it did - if it's against the rules, then it's against the rules. But you'll see that it's not going to have any effect on this game. Nobody is going to get suspended, nothing is going to happen. They're going to play this game. Whatever they did - the risk-reward was greater. They were trying to suspend Marshawn for gold shoes. That really affects the game if you suspend Marshawn for gold shoes. But then you got balls being deflated, and that's an issue." (End quote)
I think he actually hit this right on the head. Nothing is going to happen and if something does happen, it is more than likely just going to be a fine. I watched the entirety of the AFC Champ game. I felt like there was nothing that the Colts could do to score other than the only touchdown that they actually got. Andrew Luck wasn't as accurate as he normally is, the receivers didn't seem to have the concentration that they usually have. There were many aspects of that game from the Colts perspective that were just lacking. Now, you ask, "Does this mean you condone cheating?" The answer is simple: No, no I don't. I don't believe cheaters should get rewarded, but I am also of two minds about this. At work, we always joke that if you aren't cheating, you aren't trying. This usually doesn't affect others because we are doing something so menial that it really doesn't matter. When there is a big game on the line and an opportunity at being a part of history, whether it is your own or a bigger picture, there is no place for cheating. With that being said, the past is the past and the event has already happened. The thing that gets me the most though is that the specified range of proper inflation is 12.5-13.5 pounds per square inch. They sited that the Colts' balls were up to 13 pounds when inspected at halftime, but they never mention to what pressure the Patriots' balls were inflated to. It begs the question, "What were your findings? Give me numbers!" because if you don't give out the numbers, I could easily assume that the balls were pumped to 12.5 lbs/sq. inch, which by their rules is within standards. Maybe it was between 12.6 and 12.9. Is it so wrong for the balls to be inflated differently that the opposing team? As long as they are within that range, I don't see a problem with it. If you don't provide me numbers, I will just assume the balls were within standards and your case is null and void. Provide the evidence and the numbers before everybody gets all up in a tizzy about someone cheating. Don't give me one side of the story. I like cold hard facts with numbers.
Enough of the sports-ing talk. I'm just a little heated with the lack of facts. The radio show was great last night and on Saturday, it will be even better. I get to listen to it from the confines of a small office with a crappy view while I sit on watch for 8 hours. It will make the last half of the watch go by a lot faster though. I even got to put the site out there on the chat last night. I might have added a few viewers to the list. +julia metrokas said she would check it out. I looked this morning at the stats before I started typing out the new issue and noticed that yesterday's addition had 8 views! I got super excited. It means that the word is getting out and I have you readers to thank for that. I'm sure she will be surprised that she got mentioned in today's issue. It just so happens that I like letting people know when I appreciate them. So, thanks Julia!! and keep reading. I feel like +Chuck Bisbee because I am usually always on here or on the Facebook. I really should limit my time on that site. I always see so much drama and stuff there, but that is a story for another time. I gots stuff to do!
I'm out!!
Wickid
I have been slacking these last couple days. I pretty much have been doing the bare minimum to get me by chores wise. I have been distracted. Like today, I'm standing here in the kitchen listening to music, typing to you peeps, and reading the Sports-ing section of the newspaper. There is an article in there today about the New England Patriots under inflating 11 of 12 of their game balls for the AFC Championship game. The Indianapolis Colts have been apparently complaining about this for months. Well, more like they noticed it in November and didn't say anything until the Championship game. Upon investigating the balls (I'm laughing right now at this), the officials found that 11 of the 12 game balls from the Patriots were under inflated. Referees say that it is cheating. Some of the former referees say the same thing. Like Richard Sherman put it (quoting from the paper), "I'm not sure if anything will come from it, honestly, whether it's true or it's not true. It didn't have much effect on the game. And if it did - if it's against the rules, then it's against the rules. But you'll see that it's not going to have any effect on this game. Nobody is going to get suspended, nothing is going to happen. They're going to play this game. Whatever they did - the risk-reward was greater. They were trying to suspend Marshawn for gold shoes. That really affects the game if you suspend Marshawn for gold shoes. But then you got balls being deflated, and that's an issue." (End quote)
I think he actually hit this right on the head. Nothing is going to happen and if something does happen, it is more than likely just going to be a fine. I watched the entirety of the AFC Champ game. I felt like there was nothing that the Colts could do to score other than the only touchdown that they actually got. Andrew Luck wasn't as accurate as he normally is, the receivers didn't seem to have the concentration that they usually have. There were many aspects of that game from the Colts perspective that were just lacking. Now, you ask, "Does this mean you condone cheating?" The answer is simple: No, no I don't. I don't believe cheaters should get rewarded, but I am also of two minds about this. At work, we always joke that if you aren't cheating, you aren't trying. This usually doesn't affect others because we are doing something so menial that it really doesn't matter. When there is a big game on the line and an opportunity at being a part of history, whether it is your own or a bigger picture, there is no place for cheating. With that being said, the past is the past and the event has already happened. The thing that gets me the most though is that the specified range of proper inflation is 12.5-13.5 pounds per square inch. They sited that the Colts' balls were up to 13 pounds when inspected at halftime, but they never mention to what pressure the Patriots' balls were inflated to. It begs the question, "What were your findings? Give me numbers!" because if you don't give out the numbers, I could easily assume that the balls were pumped to 12.5 lbs/sq. inch, which by their rules is within standards. Maybe it was between 12.6 and 12.9. Is it so wrong for the balls to be inflated differently that the opposing team? As long as they are within that range, I don't see a problem with it. If you don't provide me numbers, I will just assume the balls were within standards and your case is null and void. Provide the evidence and the numbers before everybody gets all up in a tizzy about someone cheating. Don't give me one side of the story. I like cold hard facts with numbers.
Enough of the sports-ing talk. I'm just a little heated with the lack of facts. The radio show was great last night and on Saturday, it will be even better. I get to listen to it from the confines of a small office with a crappy view while I sit on watch for 8 hours. It will make the last half of the watch go by a lot faster though. I even got to put the site out there on the chat last night. I might have added a few viewers to the list. +julia metrokas said she would check it out. I looked this morning at the stats before I started typing out the new issue and noticed that yesterday's addition had 8 views! I got super excited. It means that the word is getting out and I have you readers to thank for that. I'm sure she will be surprised that she got mentioned in today's issue. It just so happens that I like letting people know when I appreciate them. So, thanks Julia!! and keep reading. I feel like +Chuck Bisbee because I am usually always on here or on the Facebook. I really should limit my time on that site. I always see so much drama and stuff there, but that is a story for another time. I gots stuff to do!
I'm out!!
Wickid
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
A Much Better Day
Welcome back to The Arena and I hope that you have having a great Humpday. Today has gotten off to a much better start than yesterday. My beautiful lady is home and recovering in bed. The kids are off at school and I am home in the kitchen typing this and cleaning. Wow, I feel like I write this everyday! Anyway, back on topic. She had a teratoma removed along with her ovary and fallopian tube on her left side. She is in pain, but it is manageable. Bed rest for her for the next week and she can return to work in roughly two to three weeks depending on how she feels. I personally think that she should take the three weeks, but that is just me.
Since she is bed bound, you know what that means for me. That's right! Daddy controls the house and everything done in it until she is back on her feet. I have to handle all of the household chores and caring for the children. Something that I can easily accomplish. At least that is my belief. I do get frustrated easily so hopefully the kids cooperate and make things easy on me. I already have to talk to my older two about stealing the brownies the decided to eat this morning when they got up. I don't know who did it so both of them will be in trouble. I do not enjoy this so don't think for a moment that I do. Rules have to be followed. Some can be bent, others broken. My rule about stealing food however, can't be bent or broken. It's just how I am.
I did happen to get both of my B2k Radio shirts last night in the mail, but with all of the excitement, I was only able to let my uncle know that we got them. I am washing them at some point this week since I have a huge laundry list of chores. See what I did there? Once everything calms down and I get situated, I will get the pictures up here on the site so that everyone can see the support. For now though, I have to haul ass and get stuff done. Just wanted to give you guys and gals the quick update.
I'm out!!
Wickid
Since she is bed bound, you know what that means for me. That's right! Daddy controls the house and everything done in it until she is back on her feet. I have to handle all of the household chores and caring for the children. Something that I can easily accomplish. At least that is my belief. I do get frustrated easily so hopefully the kids cooperate and make things easy on me. I already have to talk to my older two about stealing the brownies the decided to eat this morning when they got up. I don't know who did it so both of them will be in trouble. I do not enjoy this so don't think for a moment that I do. Rules have to be followed. Some can be bent, others broken. My rule about stealing food however, can't be bent or broken. It's just how I am.
I did happen to get both of my B2k Radio shirts last night in the mail, but with all of the excitement, I was only able to let my uncle know that we got them. I am washing them at some point this week since I have a huge laundry list of chores. See what I did there? Once everything calms down and I get situated, I will get the pictures up here on the site so that everyone can see the support. For now though, I have to haul ass and get stuff done. Just wanted to give you guys and gals the quick update.
I'm out!!
Wickid
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Bad Start
Today has started off so bad that all I want to do is head back to bed and hope that this is all a dream. It actually all started late last night and it has just continued into today. New Years Eve started with an emergency surgery and here we are, almost three weeks later, dealing with another one. From the sounds of it, the wife has a problematic left ovary that may have some calcification on it. From what the doctors and nurses told me, they are taking it out. Removing it. It will be gone forever. They believe that this is what will help stop the constant pain and suffering that she endures on a daily basis. I'm not really sure what that means to her or to me for that matter. As you guys might have read in previous issues, her and I are in negotiations for planning for one last pregnancy. One last shot at having a girl. I seem to have been blessed with producing only boys, but one last shot won't hurt. Will this change things for us? More than likely. This might put a damper on our plans. We still haven't even come to a decision as to what we want to do. With this new surgery, it looks like we have had our decision made for us.
A lot of you may think, "You have 4 already. Why try for one more?" Because we can. It's our decision not yours. We know what to expect and we are prepared to deal with it. Nothing against you guys at all. I'm sort of lashing out because I'm angry, I'm hurt, a little lost with a sense of fear. I don't mean to lash out. If you feel that way, I'm sorry. I truly am. I don't mean it. This is probably the safest place I get to be where I can rant and most won't judge.
I have music going and yes, I am standing in the kitchen again. Lunch time for the little two. I have a plethora of dishes to do, yet I can't focus enough to do them. I'm lucky to even be focusing enough to do this. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday right after I dropped her off at Urgent Care. I've had a cup of coffee and I'm working on a glass of water. Eating doesn't sound good. Nothing sounds good. I think I am just super worried about her since I am at home with the children and she's there without me. She's a big girl and she will be fine. Her mom is there instead of me.
I have been able to focus long enough to finish the Sudoku puzzle, and halfway do two crossword puzzles from the paper today. I am here typing this out to you. I don't have to work today, which I feel bad about, but at least they understand and shore duty is all about family. Like legitimately. I wouldn't be able to do this if I was on a submarine. The mission is important to them, family comes second. I understand that and so does she. Luckily I married such an awesome woman. I still don't know what I would do without her. She is my rock. Hopefully, I will be able to focus better once I know she is out of surgery and awake. I may even post an issue later today to let you guys know. My friend is coming over after supper tonight to come hang out and play video games with me. He is bringing Diablo 3 so that I can cut down the demons of the game. I could play Destiny, but right now I need some adult human interaction.
I must leave you guys here since I have a child to get ready for school and other tasks that need my attention. Thank you guys for being here and being an output for the things that weigh heavy on my mind. I still haven't gotten my B2k radio shirts, but once I do, you guys will see them. Have a great Tuesday. Hopefully yours is better than mine.
I'm out!
Wickid
A lot of you may think, "You have 4 already. Why try for one more?" Because we can. It's our decision not yours. We know what to expect and we are prepared to deal with it. Nothing against you guys at all. I'm sort of lashing out because I'm angry, I'm hurt, a little lost with a sense of fear. I don't mean to lash out. If you feel that way, I'm sorry. I truly am. I don't mean it. This is probably the safest place I get to be where I can rant and most won't judge.
I have music going and yes, I am standing in the kitchen again. Lunch time for the little two. I have a plethora of dishes to do, yet I can't focus enough to do them. I'm lucky to even be focusing enough to do this. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday right after I dropped her off at Urgent Care. I've had a cup of coffee and I'm working on a glass of water. Eating doesn't sound good. Nothing sounds good. I think I am just super worried about her since I am at home with the children and she's there without me. She's a big girl and she will be fine. Her mom is there instead of me.
I have been able to focus long enough to finish the Sudoku puzzle, and halfway do two crossword puzzles from the paper today. I am here typing this out to you. I don't have to work today, which I feel bad about, but at least they understand and shore duty is all about family. Like legitimately. I wouldn't be able to do this if I was on a submarine. The mission is important to them, family comes second. I understand that and so does she. Luckily I married such an awesome woman. I still don't know what I would do without her. She is my rock. Hopefully, I will be able to focus better once I know she is out of surgery and awake. I may even post an issue later today to let you guys know. My friend is coming over after supper tonight to come hang out and play video games with me. He is bringing Diablo 3 so that I can cut down the demons of the game. I could play Destiny, but right now I need some adult human interaction.
I must leave you guys here since I have a child to get ready for school and other tasks that need my attention. Thank you guys for being here and being an output for the things that weigh heavy on my mind. I still haven't gotten my B2k radio shirts, but once I do, you guys will see them. Have a great Tuesday. Hopefully yours is better than mine.
I'm out!
Wickid
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