Not that anyone checks the blog these days but I thought I would just jot a bit down since I have the time…
I’m finally united again with my family. It’s been something like two and a half weeks since they flew out to Marmie and Papa. I arrived out here on Friday to only hop into the car on Saturday and book it on down to the Jersey shore as they say out here. We’re staying in Ocean City one block from the boardwalk.
This morning Gavin, Noah, Carina, and I got up and had some breakfast and then walked down to the beach for a couple of hours. The moment we came back up it started to rain and has continued to do so for most of the day. Luckily the house we’re staying in is big enough that the kids can just play. It also helps that there are a bunch of Rebecca’s cousins with their kids staying here too – so everyone has someone to pal around with.
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Monday, May 5, 2008
Our New Little Girl
Our new little girl was born this afternoon at exactly 1:08 p.m. She was 8 lbs 7oz and 21.5 inches long. Rebecca did an incredible job and is now recovering with the little one at the hospital. I'll write more tomorrow but I wanted to get some pics out for everyone to see.
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Sunday, April 6, 2008
"Let me think... is it pull or push the blade across the sharpening stone when sharpening a knife?" I decided to push. I kept at it until the blade was nice and sharp. After all, I didn't want to be hacking at the stake while trying to cut it into thin strips for Bagogi (Japanese BBQ). The meat was a perfect consistency for cutting; slightly frozen in the center making it firm enough to cut perfect strips.
The first six or seven pieces were as thin as sandwich meat and the lenght of the entire stake. The next piece was started at the wrong angle - I was digging too deep and it was going to be be too thick of a piece if I kept on at that angle. To correct the action, I tilted the blade up a bit and kept on moving until, POW - the knife broke threw the meat. Natural laws of motion came into play and the force, or pressure, I was applying didn't stop until it hit my index finger directly below the finger nail.
I knew on impact that I was in for a good one. After about 10 minutes of bleeding and grossing Gavin and Bec out with the 'talking finger' (gaping cut would open and close as I bend the finger), I decided to head down and get a professional to close it up.
Modern medicine saved me the discomforts of having to get stitched. Instead, they glued it back together. Awesome.
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