After moving among boxes and contractor size plastic bags of clothes for a week we have finally settled into our new home for the warmer months. We have not moved far from our previous abode. If I had to deal with moving more than twenty minutes away I think you would find me on that psych ward I rotated on a few months back. The beach needs to be cleaned up a little and it is pretty chilly in the mornings now but it is going to be a very nice place to come home to after staring at sick, leaking, coughing, infected people all day. Saturday, May 19, 2007
The Pirates Have Landed
After moving among boxes and contractor size plastic bags of clothes for a week we have finally settled into our new home for the warmer months. We have not moved far from our previous abode. If I had to deal with moving more than twenty minutes away I think you would find me on that psych ward I rotated on a few months back. The beach needs to be cleaned up a little and it is pretty chilly in the mornings now but it is going to be a very nice place to come home to after staring at sick, leaking, coughing, infected people all day. 
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DIRTY BOMB (new meaning; sorry for flagging your blog with those words - to all of the NSA websurfing losers sitting in a cubicle in the beltway somewhere)
Teena finished her first year of grad school coursework last week, so we decided we needed to celebrate - so we went out to sushi. Baby Orion made a new girlfriend (our waitress) and we ordered too much sushi, as usual. It was great.! Then my nose caught the diaper signal, so I took Orion to the car to change him while Teena waited at our table. He was very cooperative in the car, but I couldn't find an empty plastic bag to store the soiled dispo' diaper in, so I stashed it under the car (driver's side) temporarily, and Orion and I went back into the sushi bar. We all left after a few beers, and Teena decided to drive home. I warned her about the diaper while I load Orion. She picked up the diaper, but it slipped and fell on her foot (she had flip-flops on). Yuck! Orion's dirty bomb found a target. Teena cleaned up her foot, bagged the bomb, and we headed home. Since the Hummer dealership was along the road on our way home, we decided the next dirty bomb target should be the white H2 within easy range of the passenger window moving ~40 mph. You fill in the rest...
We had a lovely time on Sunday. Thanks for having us over to celebrate birthday #3. The non-chalant-birthday-candle- blower-outer is still cracking me up!
Welcome to the L.C. Can't wait to join you on the beach!
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