my armpit is sore
Man the weather rocked this weekend. My son played his first t-ball game and he loved it. On Sunday, we went over to my parent’s to let my son play with another little boy. They played together fairly OK, but sharing became an issue more than once and the other little fellow liked to hit. I told him he just killed Santa Claus by being such a bad boy(kidding). 
Later that day we got on our bikes and headed down to the land bridge, spotting our first turtle of the Spring. We spent a ton of time outside, I hung a new bluebird house made by my wife’s granddaddy in the front yard. The best part of the weekend was that Dana didn’t get a big bad migraine.
It wasn’t all play though – I actually ironed all my work shirts, did a buttload of laundry, worked on the PSling online store, made a couple additions to the legalhelpin24hrs.com website. I got a nice phone call from the owner of that site too on Friday afternoon. He called just to thank me, he’s already made money on the investment in my development, selling leads through the new tool I built for him to the tune of over a grand + he’s now paying $50 less a month for his web hosting.
Saturday night I tuned into UFC 70 : Nations Collide and was astounded by Mirko Filipovic’s loss to Gabriel Gonzaga. It was touched on in the prefight analysis and I think that Crocop’s training in a ring rather than an actual UFC octagon a factor, but Gonzaga is definitely for real. He absorbed a tremendous body kick to take Crocop down for some ground n’ pound. I still don’t understand how Mirko didn’t blow out his knee and ankle with the way he went down from the knock out kick.
I finally had that time that all father’s must share with their children. That’s right, I taught Van and Viv the finer points of armpit farting while we basked in the afternoon sunshine in our hammock. They were a both quick learners. Afterwards, they came inside and showed Mom their new talents. Last night at dinner, my son declared his armpit was sore and Dana said, “I think I just heard the blog title for tomorrow”…once again Mrs. K was right on the money.
- The very strange Flickr user, gandibacardi – a man that really likes women’s cardigans and posing in pictures wearing them and a cardboard cut-out model face mask …and then writing a story about it all.
- Winged Sandals
- 32 Edible Insects you can buy online of course, our bearded dragon is saying, “you mean they make non-edible insects?”
- The Super Duper Friends
April 23rd, 2007 at 9:45 am
I usually only get around to doing laundry when there’s absolutely nothing else to do. And that includes staring at the walls. I’m not very domestic… lol
April 23rd, 2007 at 10:30 am
That armpit stuff is cool. Can you teach me how to do that? I could never get the hang of it.
Dana (and all of you) deserved a great weekend. Hopefully those mean migraines won’t come back for quite a while!
April 23rd, 2007 at 10:55 am
{scratching head trying to figure out the whole gandibacardi thingy}
April 23rd, 2007 at 11:28 am
Yay for no migraine!! Hmm, is armpit farting going to be one of those skills that’ll bite you later?
April 23rd, 2007 at 12:51 pm
Sounds like the perfect weekend! Especially with Dana’s migraine gone … my nephew has a baseball game on Saturday, I hope I can make it to that. It’s so much fun watching kids play sports.
I would definitely expect some armpit fart karma to bite you any day now.
April 23rd, 2007 at 1:01 pm
Sounds like a great weekend – t-ball, armpit farts and bike rides. What else could a lad ask for?
And that gandibacardi thing has me really, really weirded out.
April 23rd, 2007 at 1:12 pm
choochoo – I knew a guy in college that once took his mountain of dirty clothes, piled it in the middle of his dorm room, then said “a la peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!”, and then folded all his dirty clothes into his drawers after he magically cleaned them
tori – it’s all about getting the nearly air tight seal around the armpit
Big E – it puts the lotion on it’s skin…
Chris – don’t you mean bless me later?
apertome – a minivan armpit solo will be on the next SGC song, I promise you…
Marty – …or it gets the hose again
April 23rd, 2007 at 3:19 pm
Ah, the armpit fart. You brought a tear to my eye with that one.
You gotta actually start telling the kids they killed Santa Claus. Really. Some kids are just little putzes.
April 23rd, 2007 at 4:09 pm
There’s not much better than not getting a migraine. Those things are nasty. T-ball is such a fun sport to watch. It’s not until little league that the parents start acting like the annoying Milton Bradley dude.
April 23rd, 2007 at 5:14 pm
My armpits get sore too, it’s those goddamn ingrown hairs. I’m pretty sure that’s not your son’s problem though.
You know, I could never master the armpit fart. Oh, how I tried…
When I’m super pissed at the kids and I want them to CUT IT OUT I tell them (well, mostly Julia) I’m calling Santa. The other night Ollie did something he shouldn’t have and Julia was like, “Oliver! Santa’s WATCHING!”
And here’s to a migraine-free weekend. Hip hip HOORAY!
April 23rd, 2007 at 8:45 pm
Jocelyn – some?
egan – I haven’t instructed my son the art of charging the mound yet
mamatulip – please go on about your ingrown armpit hairs…
April 23rd, 2007 at 10:01 pm
Man, my son is getting of the armpit fart age. I’m going to have to practice …
April 24th, 2007 at 4:58 am
Great pics. I forget though, what happens if the turtle doesn’t see his shadow?
April 24th, 2007 at 9:16 am
Dorky Dad – start in the swimming pool, the water gives you the juicy fart tone money can’t buy
corky – 6 weeks of snapper soup
May 20th, 2009 at 8:55 am
I really like your blog! You have wrote a really wonderful article on migraine. Thanks they are a great help!
May 20th, 2009 at 8:56 am
I must say great article and well thought of as some migraine articles are the same but this was a good solid read!