The attention she gets is something else. You would think I was covered in warts and smelled of manure when that chick is around. She did give us all a little scare before we left Chicago. She had to get a little surgery, and they took out some of her small intestine and her appendix. I have no idea what they did with it after they took it out.....? She is all good now, and has made a full recovery. As usual, the old man didn't catch on, and it took mother's intuition to get her to the hospital. One minute, he was on the couch (doing things and dressed in a manner that this blog does not condone) watching the University of Michigan take yet another beating, the next thing he knows he is spending the night with her at the hospital. In all seriousness, we would all like to thank our neighbors (sadly, old neighbors, the Reynolds) for watching me while they took off. Big Dean's parents, Brad and Stephanie were also great to all of us. We also can't thank enough Dr. Stan Kim and Dr. Kathy Barsness at Children's Memorial for all their help, skill and support. Lastly and not leastly the nurses on the 5th floor took great care of my lil sister, and we all appreciate it. Now that she is all fixed up and healthy, I can resume taking pot shot's at her with the plastic putter that pop-pop Bailey got me. Thanks again, pop-pop!!
We also had a little Halloween candy handout. This year, the old man was kind enough not to draw Charlie Brown's face on the back of my head and walk me around backward with a yellow and black striped shirt. What a guy. No, this year, mom got to choose. This better not make an appearance prior to prom:
The old man had to go to Florida for work for an entire week (so he says), so mom, Grandma Bailey, Caitlin and I headed on down to Kentucky for a week. Little did I know that they were going to put me to work hauling rocks and gardening. Apparently child labor laws are not the same in the "new South" as they are up north. The old man ever tries to put me to work like that and I already have "9-1" pushed on the phone and my finger on "1" ready to go. So while I was down there I got to ride on Pop pops tractor. I learned how to scale a rock wall thanks to my mom. She didn't think I was going to go for it, but I did, and it was fun. Also had a chance to catch up with the rest of the family, lots of relatives drove from all around KY to come visit and see me. OK, maybe they were interested in seeing my little sister, but I still got to rub my great grandpops fuzzy head. He calls me 'wild man' and I'm kind of fond of him.
Then of course, there is the matter of the big move. Now don't get me wrong, there are a LOT of things I am going to miss about Chicago. I will miss watching the old man sweat, say words I don't yet understand and at a volume meant for the outdoors when he is watching the Cubs and Bears. Matter of fact, the old man never did take me to Wrigley Field, and he had season freakin tickets! I guess I will just root for the Padres, and he can...What? Seriously? They are? You will?!
Old man just explained that: 1. The Padres suck. 2. Worse than the Cubs 3. They are in last place 4. He will cut me out of the will
As I was saying - Go Cubbies. He sure has good ears for a guy his age.
I will miss the lincoln park zoo, although from what I understand the one here is supposed to be pretty good too.
I will miss my main man El Grande Dean.
I will miss Emma.
I will miss our neighbors watering can. Old man did buy me one yesterday, however. Gracias.
I will miss the El Train.
I will miss the food. Ever hear of San Diego style pizza? Thought not.
I will miss the bitter cold wind. Putting on 5 layers of clothes to get to the car to go to the store for a gallon of milk. Scraping the windshield. Cold, wet shoes. Road salt. The Eisenhower/Dan Ryan/Edens. Mayor Daley. Todd Stroger. 10.25% sales tax. Actually, that last part is dripping in a "little" sarcasm. Couldn't help it. It's 71 degrees out today!
I know this hasn't been my usual post, but frankly, I'm beat tired. I'm hoping that skipping winter this year will help. I've also been hearing whispers about a fat...errrr... big boned man in a red suit that I need to be on the lookout for. The parental units have promised a Christmas tree this year - the first time they have ever gotten one, as there is no chance - NO CHANCE that they are travelling anywhere this year for Christmas. As far as not having a white Christmas, I'm willing to take my chances that anyone who can get presents around the world to every Christian family can figure out how to make a beach landing! How hard can it be for his crew of elves to figure that out? Not hard, right? RIGHT?!?!
Well, we are settling in here in Encinitas. It is about 20 miles north of San Diego. All that know me are welcome to visit. Any strangers who tripped over this blog and for whatever reason are still reading are hereby warned that the old man is packing heat. We don't want nobody nobody sent.
Old man just explained that: 1. The Padres suck. 2. Worse than the Cubs 3. They are in last place 4. He will cut me out of the will
As I was saying - Go Cubbies. He sure has good ears for a guy his age.
I will miss the lincoln park zoo, although from what I understand the one here is supposed to be pretty good too.
I will miss my main man El Grande Dean.
I will miss Emma.
I will miss our neighbors watering can. Old man did buy me one yesterday, however. Gracias.
I will miss the El Train.
I will miss the food. Ever hear of San Diego style pizza? Thought not.
I will miss the bitter cold wind. Putting on 5 layers of clothes to get to the car to go to the store for a gallon of milk. Scraping the windshield. Cold, wet shoes. Road salt. The Eisenhower/Dan Ryan/Edens. Mayor Daley. Todd Stroger. 10.25% sales tax. Actually, that last part is dripping in a "little" sarcasm. Couldn't help it. It's 71 degrees out today!
I know this hasn't been my usual post, but frankly, I'm beat tired. I'm hoping that skipping winter this year will help. I've also been hearing whispers about a fat...errrr... big boned man in a red suit that I need to be on the lookout for. The parental units have promised a Christmas tree this year - the first time they have ever gotten one, as there is no chance - NO CHANCE that they are travelling anywhere this year for Christmas. As far as not having a white Christmas, I'm willing to take my chances that anyone who can get presents around the world to every Christian family can figure out how to make a beach landing! How hard can it be for his crew of elves to figure that out? Not hard, right? RIGHT?!?!
Well, we are settling in here in Encinitas. It is about 20 miles north of San Diego. All that know me are welcome to visit. Any strangers who tripped over this blog and for whatever reason are still reading are hereby warned that the old man is packing heat. We don't want nobody nobody sent.
I'm off to the gym. Beach season is around the corner, and I need to look good for all my sisters friends. Peace out.
JTD
4 comments:
Hey Jack, about time you got busy on the computer and got your blog updated. People have been worrying about you and thought your lil sister was taking way too much of your time.
You do make one great lookin pool boy. I see Dad is getting you started so you can start earning some money for those surf lessons.
You need to have Mom & Dad prepare you for those big earth shakers they have out there and know where to hide or whatever it is they do.
Hope that jolly old fat man in the red suit brings you lots of goodies because you are such a good boy you have earned them all!!
Love you and miss you. Gramma D.
Hey Jackson! I miss you and that little bundle of joy that i met right before i left! Sounds like all is well in SoCal! Sorry to hear about the sister's surg... yikes! HOw did i miss that? I guess that's what i get for moving to central illinois.... not much phone reception and internet connections in the boonies! miss you much and send my love to your parents and sister! auntie coug...
Jackson..How are you going to take care of the ladies when you're all the way in SoCal? Looks like we're going to have to hook up some cross county plane trips. You've got to teach Max and Zoe how to surf...they are jonesin' to ride a wave when we come out. Take care of Caitlin, mom, and your old man for us. Repeat after me, "In Hoc Signo Vinces"..I'll fill you in later :-) Don't tell the old man!
Hang loose bro'...talk to you soon! Enjoy the weather!
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