Harvey is home.
The good news is that my son Harvey is home, with his family, and is a perfect little bundle of joy with all his tiny little fingers and toes. Everything went medicaly well during his birth and introduction to this crazy world. The day started at about 3:45 in the morning and on my end there was no need to wake since I had not yet fallen asleep from the night before. Sarah got up and started making sure we were all set to go while I handled putting the kids in the van and asking if she remebered different random things we may need. She had everything under control and I just smiled at her awesomeness. From the house we went to my parents who were eagerly awaiting Macey and Reagan’s arival. Macey in no way wanted to stay with them, only because she wanted to meet Harvey as soon as we got to make his accauintence. It took a couple of minutes but we managed to leave with enough time to get some hot chocolate and make it to the hospital with time to spare.
After arriving, we got checked in and brought up to the labor and delivery ward where all the festivities were about to begin. It was a nice room, though nothing I would want to spend to much time in regularly. The clock said it was five am. IV’s got started, plans were presented, and shift change happend; the new nurses came in and finally sarted her on the patossin. From there it was a waiting game; Sarah and I tried to get some sleep until the Dr. came in. When she got to the room to see Sarah ,she told us “well I think you’ll be having the baby around one pm”. There went all my precious and much needed sleep, since it was almost nine now and family started showing up; more people were in and out of the room than I could count. At amost one Sarah really started having contractions and decided she wanted an epidural. The nurses, in vain, kind of tries to convince her to skip it since she was so far along. “No” she said, and soon there after the anastisiologist showed up with his greater than thou you are waisting my time, I should be facebooking, bad ass good job doing self with his helper who was pretty calm and collected. The nurse had me hold Sarah’s shoulders, (I had a very empty stomach, no sleep, and nothing to drink at all), I got this. I go to holding my lovely wife up and am watching the guy fill her spine with pain easing fluids of joy. (Hey why are my arms all tingly, oh I’m getting all warm. Am I having a heart attack? Is this when I am going to die? What the hell is going on? If I fall I am going to pull Sarah down too. “Nurse, we need to switch spots right now. Yes I am fine just take over. I’ll sit down. Oh not on the floor. The chair. Right, that is where I was going. I am okay, I don’t drink soda any more. I’ll drink it but I am fine.” What the hell was that. Yeah that is how about a minute of my life went. I have never felt that way that I can remember any how. I let her down and there is no way to redeam that. All I can say though is that I guess I needed some good food and bad sugar.
Sarah laid down after the epidural, gave a practice push for the nurse who went and got the Dr.. Sarah gave a pracice puch for the doctor who promtly put on her sterile gear and had her push again. Harvey’s head came out with that push; the rest of him came out with a second half push. That boy was as purple as Grimmis and just about as big too. Eight pounds fourteen ounces. He quickly went from purple to bright red, closely resembling the hard exo-skeleton of a freshly cooked lobsted. Yes it was a fast delivery. I held Sarahs right leg and her mom held her left leg; Macey who stayed in the room with us held the shoulders of the nurse who would be soon taking care of my sons medical well being for the duration of our stay. By saying she was holding on to the nurses shoulders I was trying to convey that she was being held up off the ground making it possible for her to see the entire delivery. Macey’s face was priceless, with utter discust writen all over it; she didn’t squint away or try to hide her eyes either. My little four year old held out like a champ. There was a stool waitng for her over by the heated crib that Havey would spend some time in after getting cleaned up and fed. Macey diligently watched everyting the nurse did and managed not to get in the way at all. She did reach out to touch his feet after they were clean and didn’t look as messy as when he was first presented to her. Before everything was all cleaned up I took her, from her watchfull position upon the stool, into my arms and carried her to where the plasenta laid used and wasted waiting to be dicarded like broken toy. I told her that was where Harvey was sleeping all this time in mommy’s belly. She wasn’t pleased with what I had presented her, even though she did want to touch it. Macey went back to Harvey to make sure he was in good handes.
I kept my eye on Sarah during and after the birth to make sure nothing was wrong and to let her know that through all this she is still my number one. After the clean up, people started flowing in and thats when things got hectic. I quickly fixed that and things went back to normal. Soon after everyone was gone and it was just the three of us, I got some sleep here and there, Sarah fed Harvey here and there, sleeping very little. Havery did a lot of sleeping until about midnight. He said goodmorning and stayed up until about six in the morning. My wife by the way is a champ.
Havery is home now. Just sucking up the good life. Tomorrow is his first doctors appointment.
Duck Lust
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I woke today just like I would wake on any other day of the week. Tired. My bother in law is in town; sleeping in the living room on a comfortable air mattress waiting to be woken up by the smell of cooking food or my two little ones jumping on his belly. Mikey doesn’t come by all to often since there is an unfortunate seventy-five mile gap between our home and his, and we generally have opposing schedules. Today though, is not one of these days. He, Sarah, the kids and I are going to have a blast and we don’t even know it yet.
Mikey made it a point to be the one to cook an amazing breakfast with our wonderful tasty fresh eggs, most of which were laid this morning while we slept in a bit. There was non left to scrap out to the birds after we had our fill. Sarah made us French pressed coffee with a splash of sugar cookie creamer to sweeten the bitterness of Black Silk. After most breakfasts we plan out dinner and the rest of the day, this wasn’t one of those days. I kinda knew what was going to be for dinner but no one was really talking about it.
My nephew showed up shortly after breakfast and Sarah started planning our afternoon. We loaded up the kids and headed to the sponge docks and enjoyed an afternoon of store front shopping. We took our time and lots of pictures, after getting home my nephew went home too. The fun started shortly after Sarah’s return from dropping off Hunter.
After a few informational YouTube videos and a little bit of planning; My brother-in-law and I were ready to harvest a couple of ducks for a nice family dinner. We set up several strands
of twine for tying off anything that needed tying, set up a log with an empty five gallon bucket for catching anything that needed catching. We prepared a hot bath for loosening feathers, empty trash can with a fresh clean out bag. I sharpened my machete and butchering knives. We enjoyed a few shots of fireball and a half and egg sandwich before the harvest started.
Mikey and I tied off the first birds neck to a loose noose, Sarah got the video camera ready for filming and that’s when the life lessons began. Holding the duck by his wings I rested
his breast on the seasoned log, Mikey pulled firmly on the twine. I swung my machete down upon the unsuspecting duck with sorrow and joy. In one swift blow it was over, a second smaller slice to remove a little bit of remaining flesh; the body (only bleeding slightly) went to the bucket and the head to the ground still bound to the twine in Mikey’s hand. Sarah was only slightly mortified the event but did not scared away. There was very little movement from the body and after just a couple of minutes in the bucket to bleed out the lifeless semi white bird went to a hot bath for one minute to loosen the feathers from their strong hold and then hung by the foot to a nail to be plucked. The plucking process took the most time to accomplish and was very tedious. Mikey and I worked on the feathers for some time and it didn’t take long for Sarah to join in on the plucking. My wife continued to help us until the skin held no more feather. From the plucking station the bird went to a tray to have the insides removed. Mikey evacuated the chest cavity with little effort. We saved the liver and the heart to be eaten tomorrow. The feet were removed and hung to dry for later uses. From that station the bird went inside to be cleaned, quartered, cleaned again and then into the fridge to await its partner. Sarah bleached everything and Mikey and I prepared the next bird.
The second bird went just about the same as the first. I held the thin twine this time as
Mikey held the wings and machete. Sarah stayed inside to tend to the kids; she didn’t want to watch this time. There was a swing of the machete, body to bucket, head to the ground, hot bath, then to the nail to have only the breast feathers removed. The second bird was going to be skinned, cleaned, and then quartered. We only put a small incision along the breast bone and worked the flesh free by hand only using the knife for stubborn tissue connections. the wings were cut free to dry out as were the feet later on. Mikey cleaned the chest cavity on this one too and again the heart and liver were saved. The carcass was cleaned, quartered and cleaned again. Sarah, Mikey and I cleaned everything again with bleach, bagged all the unusables and started getting everything for cooking.
Its hard to explain the feelings I had during this ordeal. There wasn’t any pleasure, I think I just felt determination the most. I knew once everything started there was no going back. As soon as my arm fell toward the duck I knew that not just this ducks life was gone but so was the others. After the blow was landed it really felt like instinct took over and the cleaning process was just natural.
The ducks did taste great though and we will be having duck and vegetable soup for lunch tomorrow.
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Goodnight and God bless.
Go Rick Scott!!!!!
Friday
Hey hey hey so not to just jump right into how my knee is doing as of today. Holy crap it is almost one and I have to be up in the morning. This week has been okay and not to eventful. I have a busy November though; Reagan is going to be here around the 18th , I have my hunter safety course so I can finally go hunting with my uncles and friend (that is a three day weekend course) and at last work has some driving hours for me. I have to go to bed; maybe more tomorrow.
Wow one week has passed since I tried writing last Friday; well it is Thursday now and I hope I can finish this post this time.
My part time job is going great and I am so glad I am able to make a little bit more money on the side. My sunroom job may even has some instillation jobs for me coming up soon too; on the clock and more pay will make me happy. I have now broken so records lately for myself; first is, Sarah and I have been together seventeen months now and I have held a job for over a year now. It doesn’t seem like much to most people but for me it is a great accomplishment and feel very proud of myself. I am finally doing something with myself and studying is going to push me the rest of the way. I can’t wait to pass my test and get my next job that I hope to retire from.
Rick Scott is now our governor elect!! I am so excited and so glad I voted for him and Marco Rubio. I think Rick Scott will do a lot for the state and can care less what Jack Harris has to say about him. This massive sweep out of democrats is a sign that not all Americans’ are retarded. I was really starting to doubt my fellow citizens and where this county was going. I think Marco Rubio could be a great president when the time comes. That’s right; I think people should start watching him very closely because he will be great for this country if we let him.
Macey is starting to talk more now and is becoming quite the little person, I am so proud to
be her daddy and enjoy teaching her everything that I know. She is learning to count now to and is becoming proficient at climbing up anything that has a way to be gripped. It wont be long before she is asking that dreadful question that drives every parent nuts and make bystanders laugh. Yeah you know the don’t you. “Why Daddy?” “Why?” yeah every five seconds. I am going to enjoy the stories that I am going to get to make up when that time comes.
So I guess I’ll write about my chain sawed knee now… So the cut has healed up fantastically and looks wonderful. I took out the staples a week ago and recorded the removal off the surgical steal from my knee. It didn’t really hurt at all but it would have hurt less if I had the right tools for the job. I used some side cutters to try to clip the metal but they only bent it a little bit. I turned the cutters several time and really just broke the metal like how when you bend a paper clip back and forth until it snaps. After breaking the staples I recorded pulling them out and it looks kinda cool and not gross at all in my opinion. Watch the video and tell me what you think if you didn’t see it on face book first. The pictures that I took came out awesome because I finally figured out how to use my super lenses that magnify the image by like ten times total, and create amazing close ups with great detail.
Ya know I just might use my fireplace tonight as long as it cools down a little bit more before bed. I just want to fire it up and get a warm fire going and then throw in the cleaning log to clean the chimney out for the winter. My knee injury is paying off and will keep us warm all winter long.
All right so I am just rambling on about nothing and everything.
Arianna Shirk if you are reading this I want you to know that I am thinking about you all the time and I wish I could see you just once again even if just in passing… Your going to be a big sister soon too. I wish you could be here with Sarah Macey and me to meet Reagan when he is born. Your real mom wont talk to me any more and by that I cant get anymore pictures of you. I hope you come across this blog long before your to old to want to get to know me and the rest of your family. I hope you take the time to read all that I have written over the years. Your pictures that I do have are up on the fireplace mantel and will be up on the wall when we meet again. I love you Arianna Shirk good night.
The fantastic power of Trump 
Yes that is what you think it is… my sister smeared pudding all over the side of my face at Sarah’s baby shower. By the way if you missed it you missed some great fun. I would like to thank my mom and sister for throwing such a party for Sarah and I. And thank you to everyone one that came to hang out; we really appreciated your company.
Michael Trump 