Work

I was working today just minding my own business when a three pound sledge hammer jumped out and smacked the end of my left ring finger. I could not believe the pain that this inflicted at first I almost threw up on the floor from the initial pain and then I almost passed out because of the lack of breathing that this smack caused. I don't think that I have ever had such pain caused by a hit to the finger. Maybe I haven't ever smashed a finger with a sledge hammer either.

This all occured before lunch today so probably around 11:30 a.m. and it is almost 4 o'clock and it is still throbbing. May be broken may not, and if it is I guess the only thing to do is suffer through the pain and the swelling that most likely with follow.

That's where it got hit, and it wasn't a direct hit to the fingernail either but rather a whack to the side of the finger which suprisingly didn't break a nail at all. But I am sure it will build up some pressure underneath the nail that I will have to relieve in the next few days.

At least my boss let me go out and buy a split, that the company will pay for, wow $2.10. Thanks Berk. So I don't keep hitting it against things unknowingly and sending shots of pain up my left arm.

I guess just the joys of working on a Tuesday at AmeriFill International, Inc. Oh yeah we did finally get the company bought out by some new investors so we are no longer Sorenco, Labs. But that doesn't stop us from hitting our hands with hammers or lfiting things wrong and over stressing our backs.

Well that about how life went to day.

Talk to you later.

weekends without the kids

I decided weekends without the kids really do suck this morning. Ok i always liked sleeping in, but it's really only good when you do it because of need not just because you're lazy and don't want to get out of bed. I always think on Saturday mornings that I should get to sleep in but for some reason Matthew and Ariana haven't figured out that the best sleep of the week is on Saturday morning from 7:30 on. They like to wake up at the butt crack of dawn and come into the bedroom really queitly and just sit at the edge of the bed staring. Ok they are really cute but this can be utterly freaky, I mean imagine waking up and still being drowsy and you turn over and there, 2 inches from your face is your six year old daughter and the instant you turn over she says "Hi dad can I watch tv?" TV is the last thing on my mind what I'm thinking about is what the ....? Where am I? Who's this face staring at me? Oh then life comes back into my body and I realize it's Ari she's up way to early and she wants to watch cartoons.

Then after a few minutes the monster comes in, and for some reason he always wants to watch "cars". It's a funny movie and all but come on starting at 7:30 he would watch that movie constatly all day if I would let him until bed time at 8:30. This is more than a mere infactuation, this kid is possessed. Everything he owns has to do with cars, I mean everything. We cleaned out the toybox a few weekends ago and found, literally 200 cars. But that's all right a kid's got to love something.

Well back to why I don't like the weekends without the kids. I have my kids every night after work and it's been that way, just Ariana, Matthew, and I for almost 3 years now. I miss them. I only don't have them 2 nights every 14 days. Ya I say sometimes I need a break, but that's just me complaining and getting overstressed. I love those two kids they are the best. We love doing everything together. And weekends that I don't have them I always think, great I will be able to clean the house, wash the dishes, laundry, maybe some maintenance work at the apartments. None of that every really solidifies rather I kind of just mope around the house thinking how much longer until they come home.

I love this photo, they are the best of friends.

Matthew and Grandpa taking a "shower" by the pool

Matthew's expression just seems so priceless, "grandpa cooking oh great". But really Dad you cook great and we are all always glad for your breakfasts.