What to do? What to do?

Captions Log Star Date December 2008:

Scene 7:   What to do, what to do?  Now that I am home and all settled in, what can I do to  abide my time? I am not quite sure.  I have never been in this situation before.   Let's think about this a little bit.  Well, I could...  No, that won't work because I have a cast on and I would probably be getting a call for surgery #3.  Maybe I could... Nope, I can't do that either because I'm on crutches.  Hmmmm?  Maybe, just maybe I will just sit here and hold a Thumb Twiddling Contest, or practice to become a professional thumb wrestler.  I know, I will count the fibers in the carpet.  That sounds like loads and loads of fun, doesn't it?  You have to understand, I used to work 7 days a week all the time, now I am at home and can barely get to the bathroom.  Man, I am about to lose my mind, and it's only day 1.  Whew, the pressure is building.  At least Christmas is coming up, and that is always a pick me upper.  Until then, maybe I'll pick up reading, but what do I read?  Gone With The Wind?  Remember The Alamo?  War And Peace?  That will be a negative on all of thee above.  Aha, I've got it.  Cat In The Hat!!!  That's what I'm talking about, and if I get time I'll read Green Eggs and Ham.  These should tide me over until I get back to work in 3 to 4 months, and I'm a speed reader.  You know what?  I'm a go getter, toss in Old Hat New Hat and we will be cooking with gas.  Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

What about my kids you ask?  Well they are bubbling for joy because daddy's home.  They think it's some form of me being on vacation.  Poor little guys have know idea how long this vacation is going to be.  Any way, for now it's school, swimming lessons, church, soccer and all the activities that I cannot attend.  So instead we made up our own games at home.  Games like, get daddy a plate of food, take daddy's empty plate to the kitchen, find daddy the remote, and the one that they all couldn't wait to play is, empty daddy's pee cup.  Oh boy, this was their favorite game.  Shoot, my boo even got in the game.  Good times, good times.  Seriously, I started learning more about my boo and the kids as I was restricted to the couch, not WORKING everyday.  I am really just getting to know them individually.  I was even getting to know my Nemesis and her family more because they were helping out a lot.  I had no choice but to get to know them because they were ALWAYS COMING OVER!!!  WHEW, can a brother get a BREAK?  LOL.  I figured that I better get some good quality time in because it would be back to the rat race at work, right?  At least that's what I kept telling myself.

 Did I mention that they were ALWAYS COMING OVER?  I think she was trying to find my weakness and defeat me.  To late.  During this time my little girl, Po'Cheese, and my niece, LP, were on the swim team and the season was coming to an end.  Of course, I couldn't go so I had to hear the stories of how well they did.  I did get to see a couple of meets prior to surgery, and I am thankful for that.  One meet truly sticks out in my mind, and the funny thing about it is that it had nothing to do with Po'Cheese or L.P..  This incident had to do with little man, Tunk.  He stands his ground, has the voice of a grown man, and loves to play.  He thinks he's the oldest of my three.  Anyway, if you have ever been to a swim meet, they are long, and kids get restless and play with the other kids who may not be swimming.  So at this particular event, my son is playing with this little girl until there is a disagreement between the two about a toy. Two or three minutes later the little girl runs over to his Aunt Nemesis in tears.  Of course, his aunt wants to know what's wrong, or what happened?  In tears the little girl said, "He (Tunk) called me a bad word!"  Uh oh, somebody is about to get into some serious trouble.  We don't use any bad language, and that won't be tolerated at all.  So his aunt calls my son over to explain himself.  While he is explaining himself, my wife is at the pool watching the meet.  If she only knew that her baby called somebody a bad word, oh boy!   Remember when you got in trouble and your mom used to say, "I'm gonna tell your daddy"?   I can still feel that pain, and I'm 23.  LOL!  Tunk explained to his aunt what happened, which was fine but she wanted to know what was the bad word?  When she told me and his mom what he said, we were floored, taken aback, son how could you?  We taught you better than that.  What type of punishment should he get for this?  The punishment must fit the crime, so brace yourself.  He called her a, a, I can't bear to say it, he called her a   "SQUIRT BOTTLE!"  YES, A "SQUIRT BOTTLE!"  He must have been really mad to call her that.  So the two made amends and Tunk said he would never call  anybody a Squirt Bottle again.

That was truly a funny moment for our family.  We will never forget that day.  Did you know they are ALWAYS COMING OVER, STILL?  WHEW... Can a brother get a break?  Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!