....... but she is mine, does that count?
Happy HNT!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Brian's Broken Collar Bone
As most of you know, last Wednesday my son was playing hockey and was hit by a puck that broke his collar bone. Today he saw the orthopedist. They took an x ray to compare the break to last weeks x ray and yep, it's still broken. LOL Actually it still looks the same, but he's moving his arm more and without too much pain. Now he just has to wait until it heals on it's own. He'll probably be in the sling for 4 more weeks and 12 weeks total until it's completely healed. Then he'll have to have therapy on the shoulder, but will be back to normal after that.
no boobie pic yet :-(
Brian's Broken Collar Bone
As most of you know, last Wednesday my son was playing hockey and was hit by a puck that broke his collar bone. Today he saw the orthopedist. They took an x ray to compare the break to last weeks x ray and yep, it's still broken. LOL Actually it still looks the same, but he's moving his arm more and without too much pain. Now he just has to wait until it heals on it's own. He'll probably be in the sling for 4 more weeks and 12 weeks total until it's completely healed. Then he'll have to have therapy on the shoulder, but will be back to normal after that.
no boobie pic yet :-(
Monday, March 24, 2008
Aw Crap!
I took Brian to the orthopedist this morning, but I forgot the insurance card. They wouldn't call the insurance company to verify his coverage, but I'll accept the blame. I'm very depressed and could use a few boobie pics to help me get over it.
Any volunteers?
I'll be your BFF if you send me some.
Any volunteers?
I'll be your BFF if you send me some.
Aw Crap!
I took Brian to the orthopedist this morning, but I forgot the insurance card. They wouldn't call the insurance company to verify his coverage, but I'll accept the blame. I'm very depressed and could use a few boobie pics to help me get over it.
Any volunteers?
I'll be your BFF if you send me some.
Any volunteers?
I'll be your BFF if you send me some.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Roller hockey is dangerous
Last night at about 1:00 am, my son woke me when he came home from his roller hockey game. He told me he got hit with a by a puck and his shoulder was KILLING him. He told me that he was hit by an 80 MPH slap shot from the top player in the league. I got up to take a look at it and saw a cut and red mark over his right collar bone. It wasn't swollen, but hurt a lot. He said he wanted to go to the doctor in the morning and have it looked at. I gave him a couple 800mg ibuprofen and an ice pack. He went to sleep and slept until 12:30 this afternoon. I heard him talking on his cell phone, so I thought those were good signs. Maybe it's not so bad after all.
When he hung up the phone I knocked on his door and went into his room. He was not in good shape. His shoulder was KILLING him even more than last night. I helped him get dress and took him to the emergency room. I told them I thought his shoulder was broken. I thought that would get him in quicker as he really was in a lot of pain. Any movement at all sent sharp pains through his shoulder. That didn't matter, because it took about an hour to see the triage nurse and another 30 minutes to give them his insurance card so they would take him into the ER.
That being done they took him right in to what they call Fast Track. This treatment area is off of the regular emergency room. I assumed he'd get fast attention and I was right. They told us to sit down and someone would be right us. I don't think we waited more than a couple of minutes before we were taken to an area for him to be seen. Less than a minute later a nurse came over and gave him a preliminary check. She went over and got the PA who came right over to check him out.
The PA pulled and tugged, poked and prodded and He said he didn't feel anything out of place. So it was more likely just a severe muscle bruise to a muscle that seems to connect everything in his right shoulder and that side of the neck. They would be taking x rays, but if the came back negative as he expected, then with a sling, pain killers, muscle relaxers and anti inflammatories, he would be feeling much, much better in less than a week.
That was a relief, because if anything was broken, it would be six to eight weeks before he'd be able to even use his arm. He is assistant produce manager in the busiest Stop & Shop super market on Long Island and lifting heavy boxes and crates of produce is something he does most of the day.
We waited for about 20 minutes and then we were taken to x ray. That took about 15 minutes. When he came out of the x ray room, he told me that his collar bone was broken. He saw the x ray and it was a clean break in two. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! We went back to the ER and waited about 20 minute for the PA to get free. I told him it was a broken collar bone. His answer was, "I'm not surprised." WTF! He was certain it was just muscle damage earlier, but now he's "not surprised". What a dick!
Here's a picture of pretty much what my son's collar bone looks like. This is a left collar bone break, but you'll get the idea.
Now what do we do? The PA said they will put his arm in a sling and we are to call a orthopedic surgeon tomorrow for an appointment. He will decide what the treatment will be, but that they usually don't reset the collar bone and just let it heal the way it is.
He was right before about the muscle damage, so he must be right. With PA's record so far, my guess is the neurosurgeon will reset the collar bone with surgery and a pin. Ya, right.
It's now five hours later and the pain killers and anti inflammatories are doing their job. My son ate the pizza for dinner, four slices, and has been up and around. Now he's in bed and hopefully will rest as comfortable as he can tonight.
When he hung up the phone I knocked on his door and went into his room. He was not in good shape. His shoulder was KILLING him even more than last night. I helped him get dress and took him to the emergency room. I told them I thought his shoulder was broken. I thought that would get him in quicker as he really was in a lot of pain. Any movement at all sent sharp pains through his shoulder. That didn't matter, because it took about an hour to see the triage nurse and another 30 minutes to give them his insurance card so they would take him into the ER.
That being done they took him right in to what they call Fast Track. This treatment area is off of the regular emergency room. I assumed he'd get fast attention and I was right. They told us to sit down and someone would be right us. I don't think we waited more than a couple of minutes before we were taken to an area for him to be seen. Less than a minute later a nurse came over and gave him a preliminary check. She went over and got the PA who came right over to check him out.
The PA pulled and tugged, poked and prodded and He said he didn't feel anything out of place. So it was more likely just a severe muscle bruise to a muscle that seems to connect everything in his right shoulder and that side of the neck. They would be taking x rays, but if the came back negative as he expected, then with a sling, pain killers, muscle relaxers and anti inflammatories, he would be feeling much, much better in less than a week.
That was a relief, because if anything was broken, it would be six to eight weeks before he'd be able to even use his arm. He is assistant produce manager in the busiest Stop & Shop super market on Long Island and lifting heavy boxes and crates of produce is something he does most of the day.
We waited for about 20 minutes and then we were taken to x ray. That took about 15 minutes. When he came out of the x ray room, he told me that his collar bone was broken. He saw the x ray and it was a clean break in two. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! We went back to the ER and waited about 20 minute for the PA to get free. I told him it was a broken collar bone. His answer was, "I'm not surprised." WTF! He was certain it was just muscle damage earlier, but now he's "not surprised". What a dick!
Here's a picture of pretty much what my son's collar bone looks like. This is a left collar bone break, but you'll get the idea. Now what do we do? The PA said they will put his arm in a sling and we are to call a orthopedic surgeon tomorrow for an appointment. He will decide what the treatment will be, but that they usually don't reset the collar bone and just let it heal the way it is.
It's now five hours later and the pain killers and anti inflammatories are doing their job. My son ate the pizza for dinner, four slices, and has been up and around. Now he's in bed and hopefully will rest as comfortable as he can tonight.
Roller hockey is dangerous
Last night at about 1:00 am, my son woke me when he came home from his roller hockey game. He told me he got hit with a by a puck and his shoulder was KILLING him. He told me that he was hit by an 80 MPH slap shot from the top player in the league. I got up to take a look at it and saw a cut and red mark over his right collar bone. It wasn't swollen, but hurt a lot. He said he wanted to go to the doctor in the morning and have it looked at. I gave him a couple 800mg ibuprofen and an ice pack. He went to sleep and slept until 12:30 this afternoon. I heard him talking on his cell phone, so I thought those were good signs. Maybe it's not so bad after all.
When he hung up the phone I knocked on his door and went into his room. He was not in good shape. His shoulder was KILLING him even more than last night. I helped him get dress and took him to the emergency room. I told them I thought his shoulder was broken. I thought that would get him in quicker as he really was in a lot of pain. Any movement at all sent sharp pains through his shoulder. That didn't matter, because it took about an hour to see the triage nurse and another 30 minutes to give them his insurance card so they would take him into the ER.
That being done they took him right in to what they call Fast Track. This treatment area is off of the regular emergency room. I assumed he'd get fast attention and I was right. They told us to sit down and someone would be right us. I don't think we waited more than a couple of minutes before we were taken to an area for him to be seen. Less than a minute later a nurse came over and gave him a preliminary check. She went over and got the PA who came right over to check him out.
The PA pulled and tugged, poked and prodded and He said he didn't feel anything out of place. So it was more likely just a severe muscle bruise to a muscle that seems to connect everything in his right shoulder and that side of the neck. They would be taking x rays, but if the came back negative as he expected, then with a sling, pain killers, muscle relaxers and anti inflammatories, he would be feeling much, much better in less than a week.
That was a relief, because if anything was broken, it would be six to eight weeks before he'd be able to even use his arm. He is assistant produce manager in the busiest Stop & Shop super market on Long Island and lifting heavy boxes and crates of produce is something he does most of the day.
We waited for about 20 minutes and then we were taken to x ray. That took about 15 minutes. When he came out of the x ray room, he told me that his collar bone was broken. He saw the x ray and it was a clean break in two. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! We went back to the ER and waited about 20 minute for the PA to get free. I told him it was a broken collar bone. His answer was, "I'm not surprised." WTF! He was certain it was just muscle damage earlier, but now he's "not surprised". What a dick!
Here's a picture of pretty much what my son's collar bone looks like. This is a left collar bone break, but you'll get the idea.
Now what do we do? The PA said they will put his arm in a sling and we are to call a orthopedic surgeon tomorrow for an appointment. He will decide what the treatment will be, but that they usually don't reset the collar bone and just let it heal the way it is.
He was right before about the muscle damage, so he must be right. With PA's record so far, my guess is the neurosurgeon will reset the collar bone with surgery and a pin. Ya, right.
It's now five hours later and the pain killers and anti inflammatories are doing their job. My son ate the pizza for dinner, four slices, and has been up and around. Now he's in bed and hopefully will rest as comfortable as he can tonight.
When he hung up the phone I knocked on his door and went into his room. He was not in good shape. His shoulder was KILLING him even more than last night. I helped him get dress and took him to the emergency room. I told them I thought his shoulder was broken. I thought that would get him in quicker as he really was in a lot of pain. Any movement at all sent sharp pains through his shoulder. That didn't matter, because it took about an hour to see the triage nurse and another 30 minutes to give them his insurance card so they would take him into the ER.
That being done they took him right in to what they call Fast Track. This treatment area is off of the regular emergency room. I assumed he'd get fast attention and I was right. They told us to sit down and someone would be right us. I don't think we waited more than a couple of minutes before we were taken to an area for him to be seen. Less than a minute later a nurse came over and gave him a preliminary check. She went over and got the PA who came right over to check him out.
The PA pulled and tugged, poked and prodded and He said he didn't feel anything out of place. So it was more likely just a severe muscle bruise to a muscle that seems to connect everything in his right shoulder and that side of the neck. They would be taking x rays, but if the came back negative as he expected, then with a sling, pain killers, muscle relaxers and anti inflammatories, he would be feeling much, much better in less than a week.
That was a relief, because if anything was broken, it would be six to eight weeks before he'd be able to even use his arm. He is assistant produce manager in the busiest Stop & Shop super market on Long Island and lifting heavy boxes and crates of produce is something he does most of the day.
We waited for about 20 minutes and then we were taken to x ray. That took about 15 minutes. When he came out of the x ray room, he told me that his collar bone was broken. He saw the x ray and it was a clean break in two. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! We went back to the ER and waited about 20 minute for the PA to get free. I told him it was a broken collar bone. His answer was, "I'm not surprised." WTF! He was certain it was just muscle damage earlier, but now he's "not surprised". What a dick!
Here's a picture of pretty much what my son's collar bone looks like. This is a left collar bone break, but you'll get the idea. Now what do we do? The PA said they will put his arm in a sling and we are to call a orthopedic surgeon tomorrow for an appointment. He will decide what the treatment will be, but that they usually don't reset the collar bone and just let it heal the way it is.
It's now five hours later and the pain killers and anti inflammatories are doing their job. My son ate the pizza for dinner, four slices, and has been up and around. Now he's in bed and hopefully will rest as comfortable as he can tonight.
Basement Cleaning HNT
Last July I decided to it was time to clean out my basement. I even made a before video of what it looked like. (It's 10 minutes, so skip ahead if you don't want to see the before.)
I procrastinated and procrastinated and procrastinated, but I finally did it. Well, about 90% did it.
Lori and I met some friends that couldn't wait to get down into my basement and dig through over 30 years worth ofcrap treasures. I told them I got first dibs on what was down there, then Lori and then they could fight over the rest. They agreed, so last Saturday Anne Marie, Bill and Maggie came over to help Lori and me get the basement back in shape. Well, 90% back in shape.
Around noon the cleaning crew pulled up in front of the house.
They got the first look at what they had gotten themselves in for.
Then a look to the left for this view.
And then they turned the corner and got a look at this.
And then this.
If it wasn't for the refrigerator full of beer and the gin, they might have been scared away.
Hell, if it wasn't for this view all day I might have even considered abandoning the project.
Bill did most of the lugging the stuff no one wanted out to the street for the trash and the garbage scavengers that come around the neighborhood the night before the garbage is picked up.
This is another view of the trash.
This is the stuff we are going to take to Goodwill.
This is the stuff Lori and I wanted and stuff my son might want, but still has to look through.
This is the stuff my helpers wanted. They all worked so hard, so it was my pleasure to share my crap treasures with them.
The stuff on the right and left, I'm keeping or have to go through. The pile of boxes in the center goes out for recycle next Wednesday.
This is what the finished side of the basement looked like. I can finally walk through it and get to my tread mill. My nutricionist will be happy to hear that.
I was fooling around and put on the cup I used when I played ice hockey in the 70s.
I procrastinated and procrastinated and procrastinated, but I finally did it. Well, about 90% did it.
Lori and I met some friends that couldn't wait to get down into my basement and dig through over 30 years worth of
Around noon the cleaning crew pulled up in front of the house.
They got the first look at what they had gotten themselves in for.
Then a look to the left for this view.
And then they turned the corner and got a look at this.
And then this.If it wasn't for the refrigerator full of beer and the gin, they might have been scared away.
Hell, if it wasn't for this view all day I might have even considered abandoning the project.3 1/2 hours later we'd finished and this is what the basement looked like.
Bill did most of the lugging the stuff no one wanted out to the street for the trash and the garbage scavengers that come around the neighborhood the night before the garbage is picked up.
This is another view of the trash.
This is the stuff we are going to take to Goodwill.
This is the stuff Lori and I wanted and stuff my son might want, but still has to look through.
This is the stuff my helpers wanted. They all worked so hard, so it was my pleasure to share my 
The stuff on the right and left, I'm keeping or have to go through. The pile of boxes in the center goes out for recycle next Wednesday.
This is what the finished side of the basement looked like. I can finally walk through it and get to my tread mill. My nutricionist will be happy to hear that.Lori took all these pictures and of course she caught me in an uncompromising position.
I was fooling around and put on the cup I used when I played ice hockey in the 70s.Is this what you want you horn dog? Is this what you want? Well, here it is!
Happy Basement Cleaning HNT!
Basement Cleaning HNT
Last July I decided to it was time to clean out my basement. I even made a before video of what it looked like. (It's 10 minutes, so skip ahead if you don't want to see the before.)
I procrastinated and procrastinated and procrastinated, but I finally did it. Well, about 90% did it.
Lori and I met some friends that couldn't wait to get down into my basement and dig through over 30 years worth ofcrap treasures. I told them I got first dibs on what was down there, then Lori and then they could fight over the rest. They agreed, so last Saturday Anne Marie, Bill and Maggie came over to help Lori and me get the basement back in shape. Well, 90% back in shape.
Around noon the cleaning crew pulled up in front of the house.
They got the first look at what they had gotten themselves in for.
Then a look to the left for this view.
And then they turned the corner and got a look at this.
And then this.
If it wasn't for the refrigerator full of beer and the gin, they might have been scared away.
Hell, if it wasn't for this view all day I might have even considered abandoning the project.
Bill did most of the lugging the stuff no one wanted out to the street for the trash and the garbage scavengers that come around the neighborhood the night before the garbage is picked up.
This is another view of the trash.
This is the stuff we are going to take to Goodwill.
This is the stuff Lori and I wanted and stuff my son might want, but still has to look through.
This is the stuff my helpers wanted. They all worked so hard, so it was my pleasure to share my crap treasures with them.
The stuff on the right and left, I'm keeping or have to go through. The pile of boxes in the center goes out for recycle next Wednesday.
This is what the finished side of the basement looked like. I can finally walk through it and get to my tread mill. My nutricionist will be happy to hear that.
I was fooling around and put on the cup I used when I played ice hockey in the 70s.
I procrastinated and procrastinated and procrastinated, but I finally did it. Well, about 90% did it.
Lori and I met some friends that couldn't wait to get down into my basement and dig through over 30 years worth of
Around noon the cleaning crew pulled up in front of the house.They got the first look at what they had gotten themselves in for.Then a look to the left for this view.And then they turned the corner and got a look at this.And then this.If it wasn't for the refrigerator full of beer and the gin, they might have been scared away.
Hell, if it wasn't for this view all day I might have even considered abandoning the project.3 1/2 hours later we'd finished and this is what the basement looked like.
Bill did most of the lugging the stuff no one wanted out to the street for the trash and the garbage scavengers that come around the neighborhood the night before the garbage is picked up.This is another view of the trash.This is the stuff we are going to take to Goodwill.This is the stuff Lori and I wanted and stuff my son might want, but still has to look through.This is the stuff my helpers wanted. They all worked so hard, so it was my pleasure to share my The stuff on the right and left, I'm keeping or have to go through. The pile of boxes in the center goes out for recycle next Wednesday.This is what the finished side of the basement looked like. I can finally walk through it and get to my tread mill. My nutricionist will be happy to hear that.Lori took all these pictures and of course she caught me in an uncompromising position.
I was fooling around and put on the cup I used when I played ice hockey in the 70s.Is this what you want you horn dog? Is this what you want? Well, here it is!
Happy Basement Cleaning HNT!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Today's Valentines Day for the Guy, better known as........
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Thursday, March 13, 2008
Happy Love Weekend HNT
Last weekend Lori and I continued our celebration our 2ND anniversary by checking into the Hilton hotel for the weekend.
I packed the necessities I thought we needed
and Lori packed the ones she thought we would have the most fun with.
The room had a king size bed, which made snuggling all the better.
We ordered room service for all our meals
and never left the room except to get more ice, so the maid never even had to make up the bed.
Sunday we checked out and on the way home we stopped by the place we went for our first date, Kenny's Pub & Grub. Kenny's has been closed for a while, but we still like to go by there and rekindle the memory of that first date.
I packed the necessities I thought we needed
and Lori packed the ones she thought we would have the most fun with.
The room had a king size bed, which made snuggling all the better.
We ordered room service for all our meals
and never left the room except to get more ice, so the maid never even had to make up the bed.Sunday we checked out and on the way home we stopped by the place we went for our first date, Kenny's Pub & Grub. Kenny's has been closed for a while, but we still like to go by there and rekindle the memory of that first date.
Happy Love Weekend HNT
Happy Love Weekend HNT
Last weekend Lori and I continued our celebration our 2ND anniversary by checking into the Hilton hotel for the weekend.
I packed the necessities I thought we needed
and Lori packed the ones she thought we would have the most fun with.
The room had a king size bed, which made snuggling all the better.
We ordered room service for all our meals
and never left the room except to get more ice, so the maid never even had to make up the bed.
Sunday we checked out and on the way home we stopped by the place we went for our first date, Kenny's Pub & Grub. Kenny's has been closed for a while, but we still like to go by there and rekindle the memory of that first date.
I packed the necessities I thought we neededand Lori packed the ones she thought we would have the most fun with.The room had a king size bed, which made snuggling all the better.We ordered room service for all our mealsand never left the room except to get more ice, so the maid never even had to make up the bed.Sunday we checked out and on the way home we stopped by the place we went for our first date, Kenny's Pub & Grub. Kenny's has been closed for a while, but we still like to go by there and rekindle the memory of that first date.
Happy Love Weekend HNT
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