"If America forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight of what brought them along, if she listens to the deniers and mockers, then will begin the rot and dissolution."

-Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)


Friday, December 18, 2009

My first 24 hours as a Blogger

About this time yesterday I acted on the advice of friends and set up this blog. Blogspot made it real easy for the normal computer person to set up a blog. I was having some trouble, and then the phone rang.

My 4-yr-old was throwing up all over her school, my wife was picking her up and bringing her home. I thought of asking if we could just let her throw up all over the school and leave our house alone, but I thought better.

So, as I'm learning to blog I greet my daughter coming in the house. She looks up and tells me, "Daddy, I'm sick." I believed her, but she had to show me anyway. A few years back we bought a fancy kitchen garbage can--the stainless steel kind that amplifies kid prints and kool-aid dribbles. Olivia once had to get on her tippy toes to look down into the garbage. She would say, "Gross" or "Yucky" as she stuggled to keep the lid up with the foot pedal.

Yesterday she conguered the can. I knew my little girl was growing up as I watched her throwing up. Her foot went down on that pedal like it was a wayward ant in the driveway. The lid sprang up and, no longer on her tipppy toes, Olivia rejected the water and crackers meant to settle her stomach at school. Like a real trooper, or like a real drunken sailor, she had each hand gripping the side of the can, not a drop on the floor.

Speaking of drops on the floor, they soon fell...it was then I wished the kitchen garbage can had been in the bathroom. Whatever was in her little tummy had migrated to the large intestine and then the linoleum floor. Anyway, she recovered before I did.

She seems fine this morning, hanging out with dad today. I had to call her mommy at work to get instructions on starting up the Wii game console for Mario Kart racing. Between her mommy and Olivia, they got it figured out over the phone. I was glad I could dial the phone, though.

So, this blogging thing might catch on with me...if Olivia's bug doesn't catch on to me first. Excuse me for now, I'm going to sit beside the kitchen garbage can for a while...

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