Yes, Another Baby

This is where Sam Matteo's placenta was disposed of. I'm glad the room is labeled. You wouldn't want to walk into that room accidentally. Could cause nightmares. (I knew a lady who made soup from the placenta's of her children. And yes, she would eat it)

Sam was born September 9th via C-section. He weighed 8.15 lbs. When he left the hospital he was down to 8 lbs. Yes, his name is Sam Matteo. Middle name after his father's american name but translated into spanish.

As you can clearly see, Sam's father IS NOT latin american. Nor does his brother Max have any latin american blood.

Just a little FYI, Sam looks EXACTLY like his older brother Maxwell did when he was born. Although Sam has a more clement demeanor than Max did/does.

Welcome to the family St. Matthew. I can't wait to see you in October!!

Palin-Clinton Non Partisan Message

This is a link to see the much talked about Saturday Night Live skit with Tina Fey as Palin and Amy Poehler as Hillary. HILLARIOUS.

http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/palin-hillary-open/656281/

September 15th Activity Log

-Drove to Logan at midnight while watching "Jumper" on portable DVD player. (watched it going up Sardine Canyon.....ooooohhhh Dangerous).

-Actually started watching show when realized actor is the bad actor who played Aniken Skywaker, who is dating my favorite actress from The OC, trying to figure out why in the world she would date Darth Vader when she could have Seth Cohen. Idiot.

-Realized that my favorite actress from THe OC is in Jumper.

-Realized the tramp must have cheated on Seth when she was making the movie with Darth.

-Talked about ghost stories in the OR while recovering tissues from donor

-Talked about my obsession with The OC.

-Defended my position that just because I say a girl is beautiful or I'm obsessed with her doesn't mean I am gay.

-Took a 45 minute nap on my office floor

-So tired that when my boss saw me and wanted to know what I was doing I couldn't say one word. Just stared at him.

-Went to Medical Examiner's Office after I was rudely awakened from my nap to work some more.

-Made cookies with my little buddies Chance and Eli while their mom was at work. The dough was good but the cookies were gross.

-Watched Chance and Eli spread as many germs possible from their bodies to the cookies while packing down the brown sugar, licking it off their hands, then packing it some more. (They also tasted the salt and flour...Eli liked the salt.) Tried to show them how to smell vanilla but they would only blow on it.

-Taught Chance how to lick raw-egged-batter off of beaters. Eli wouldn't do it. I think he knows about Salmonella.

The boys TOTALLY know how to dip cookies in milk. One of the cutest things I've ever seen. Also one of the messiest.

-Realized my fourty-five minute nap at 7 am wasn't going to be enough so took an hour nap and woke up realizing I had Sushi dinner plans. (Wasn't babysitting at the time)

-Could not formulate thoughts into coherent words or sentences for 10 minutes.

-Attempted to excuse myself from dinner plans if people were coming I didn't know (Didn't want people I don't know to know what I am like on no sleep...it's personal).

-Was told to get my a#$ out of bed

-Ate half priced sushi at Mikado to my heart's content. Normally I would say half priced seafood is a bad idea. I guess it still is a bad idea. BUT, I'm not sick and I sure the food handler's protector chapter frown upon feeding customers bad fish.

-Dinner conversation revolved around dreams. Dreams to not be shared on-line.

-I made my dinner friends (Dr. McKellar--ER doc extroardinaire and Kathryn Creer--holder of 23 yr swimming relay record at local pool) come to my house for frozen yogurt and peaches. BEST BATCH EVER!

Great sunlight Eh?


-Bedtime: 10:30

James Conley It Is

For those of you who don't know much about my family, I will share a smidgen of information. We are retarded. I guess slow is a better word. Maybe I should say we are slow when it comes to getting married (well, I am slow when it comes to that) and having babies. There are four of us siblings and the youngest is 28 and the oldest is 35. In that time my brothers have collectively added four babies to the fam, and it's pretty much all been done in the last year.

So I give you this disclaimer: At my age you would think I would be over having nephews and nieces, but I feel as excited as the day I was first introduced to silly puddy. IF you tell me to "get over it" I will kill you.

Meet my cute little James. He is really little. Doesn't fit into his skin yet. Has a high pallate. Loves to sleep. And it takes 10 minutes of him stretching like a cat before he will wake up. And he can create some serious pooh. I couldn't get enough of him while visiting in Palo Alto. I held him as much as possible, even when sleeping. So much so that it made the parents worried that I would condition him to sleeping on humans.
He is really smart and already knows how to flip people off. IF you look at the smirk on his face you can tell it was intentional.

This is what I did most of the four days I was there. (while also getting addicted to Million Dollar Listing and Flipping Out. Some of the best shows I've seen since the OC and Jack and Jill...but not quite as good).

We did get to visit Santa Cruz and watch the crazy surfers. Apprently people get killed here because of the danger of the wave smashing you into the cliff. Which wouldn't happen to me because I probably couldn't catch the wave (unless I had a 12 foot board).

My brother is an awesome cook. He made two great meals and it really stressed me out that he knew how to cook and I can only bake. How did he get so good? (all my brothers are great cooks). He even has a smoker and made amazing Lexington pulled pork sandwiches. I gave him accolades and he gave me a piece of information that blew my mind. He said, "When I cook a meal I keep it simple, I have a piece of meat, a veggie and a starch." How profound. I might be able to implement guidelines like that.

No matter what he says, it still takes skill. I attempted making poached eggs one morning and as I dumped the egg on Dan's plate, realizing it was 90% raw, he said, "I'm not eating that." If you can't even get the "meat" dish right, you're gonna have problems. Eggs people. How can you mess up eggs?!

Little Red Riding Hood

The following conversation took place on June 7, 2008. If I had not been a participant in the conversation I would've thought it at least extremely embellished, if not completely fabricated.

"Crap, I forgot water. How am I going to boil the noodles?!"

Me:"Just use water from the river."

"No way. I need pure water."

Me: "If you boil the water it will be pure. It kills anything alive and makes it safe."

"No. I won't do it."

Me:"They say it's safe."

"Who is 'they'?"

Me:"Every person in the world. It's an undisputed fact."

"I won't do it."

I had this conversation camping the night before the Little Red Riding Hood 100 mile race. I only did 64 miles, but that was all I needed.

Because river water is unsafe to boil noodles in, Eli survived off hard boiled eggs and dirt.

We had a great night full of medical malpractice as I poked needles into some sort of cyst on Pam's thumb. I think in this pic she was trying to hold up the hurt thumb but just ended up giving us a thumbs up. And a thumbs up it was.

The next day Pam, Alli and I headed into town for an all women's ride. We met up with Trish who brought her own car support team (Dave Monson). We are all pretty new to cycling, novices if you will. It was overheard during the ride that "these riders don't know the language of the road!" It's true. When someone said, "Left," Alli thought they were saying her name. When somebody said, "Car back" we would just laugh and think the people were strange. I didn't know until an hour into the ride that it meant that there was a car in back of us. Cool.

I met a really cute guy on the ride too! Doesn't get much better than that.

Aaah...good times

I feel like I'm going insanse with posting, I should at least limit myself to one post a day. But I guess since I didn't post for months I'm just catching up. I just really like this video. It makes me laugh. If you listen closely the whole thing is explained in the video.

Summer is about Survival

I feel angry and I want to fight someone. My back is KILLING me cause I got punched and pushed at least a hundred times in soccer tonight. Some blond girl seriously punched my back as if I were a boxing bag.

I also want to kill someone. I do have someone in mind. It was this other girl in soccer who was a dirty player, I only went up against her once and that was enough to invoke "killing chrissy" personality. All I could think the whole game was how much I hated her. This isn't a regular reaction for me but I kind of like how it feels.

This is a pic of my team 4 years ago, I have no pictures of the current team because they never show up. I don't even know who really is on the team. Usually we have a few Mexicans join. Also we have boys on our team.

Hike club is in full swing. It is deffinatley a different year. I am a co-founder and you would think it a position of power and authority. I've held this position for 4 years, I have experience, yet feel no respect. My job has become one of transporting cargo. Which means I'm not allowed to do anything dangerous or fun just because I have a child on my back. And if I do something in the gray area (always gray, I would never go black bc once you do you'll never go back) which to me looks totally white, I am treated like a 5 year old that bit a baby (which I have done before only I was older). I can't coax kids into crawling through pipes, I can't rock climb and I can't look at rattlesnakes. My hands are tied. The only part of me allowed to function naturally is my autonomic nervous system (ANS). Everything else is under strict orders.

The following is a picture of hike club 4 years ago. I have no pictures of the current club, but I will.

Hike Club has risks:

Luckily Danielle has a brain and stopped before the ice bridge gave way and she fell into the river below that dissapeared under the snow for 50 yards.

Timp caves are dangerous as well, I lost my leg.

If you ever hike Timp #1 take something warm for the top #2 don't take short-cuts (ask Danielle and Val) and #3 please look for the rock that went up Danielle's wazoo. She carried it for an hour then carelessy left it after a bathroom break.