Jynnan Tonnyx

Bianca was playing at the mall earlier this evening, and she was climbing on this big caterpillar thing like she usually does. I wasn’t there yet, and Jennie doesn’t know exactly what happened, since she was keeping track of two kids at once, but all of a sudden Bianca face-planted and started screaming. By the time I met them at the mall, she was starting to calm down, but she didn’t want to move her right arm. We were concerned, and thought about taking her straight to urgent care, but she had calmed down and was somewhat able to move it without freaking out. We let her choose what to do (I know, bad idea, right?) and she chose dinner first. Then, after dinner, we tried to go to the urgent care nearest to us, but they were closed. We had promised the girls ice cream, so we went there, and decided to let it go until tomorrow and see how she was doing then. Not long after we got home, though, she was just in agony, and so Jennie took her to an urgent care further from home while I stayed home with Sabrina.

Jennie called a little but ago to give me an update, and I’m very upset. Bianca broke her collarbone and a growth plate in her shoulder. They’re at Children’s Hospital right now, where hopefully there’s an orthopedist on call. Not that there’s much to be done for a broken clavicle. That should be an interesting trick, getting her to wear a sling for 6-8 weeks. Who knows what they’re going to do about the growth plate. I worry that we messed up by not taking her in straight away - what if we made it worse?

You know that scene in Happy Gilmore, when he misses his tee shot, and proceeds to get bleeped for 2 solid minutes? Yeah, that would be me if I ever got on television as a bowler. Even if I could hone my skills sufficiently to make the PBA tour, I don’t think I could ever master my temper well enough. Jennie’s folks no longer bowl with us on Monday nights because of my outbursts. Now, I try really, really hard, but sometimes I just get so frustrated that I have to drop an f-bomb or two. Or seventeen. Hundred.

Fair warning: if you don’t like to hear about anybody’s bodily functions, skip this one.

Anybody with half a brain could tell you this, but you need to know the names of the medications you take, even those you only use occasionally - especially if you buy store-brand generics. I thought I remembered the generic name for Immodium (it’s loperamide HCl, btw), so when I was sick with some stomach bug yesterday, I popped two loratadine tablets and waited for the diarrhea to pass. After about 2 hours, I took another one when it hadn’t gone away. Then by 8PM I was suffering a brutal sinus headache, barely able to move my head. If I sneezed or tried to blow my nose, it felt like I was bashing my skull against the wall. When I complained to Jennie that my sinuses were killing me, she asked if I had taken any Sudafed yet. I replied that I hadn’t, and went to see if we had any in the bathroom.

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Fucking New York know-it-alls. Some smart ass on the New York Times website writes in a comment that Matt Holliday doesn’t deserve the MVP even though he led 2 out of 3 Triple Crown categories, because his home-road splits are .376/123/82/1.157 vs. .301/93/55/.859 (Avg./H/RBI/OPS). His supposed MVP? Jimmy Rollins, who was 20th in average with a total batting average of .296 (.301 at home). That’s right - this East Coast genius thinks a guy who didn’t hit as well overall as Holliday did on the road, and who could only match Holliday’s road average when he was home. Boy, that’s sure a convincing argument. Come back when you have a real candidate, you moron.

As for the original article, “Where Did Kazuo Matsui Come From?”, how about this: he’s playing for a fan base that appreciates him, and doesn’t boo him at every turn, as you oh-so-kind New Yorkers do whenever a player doesn’t meet your unrealistic expectations. Maybe if you actually supported your teams, instead of concentrating on every mistake and disrespecting every other team (especially teams that go 6-0 in back-to-back series against the Yankees and Mets, as the Rockies did this year), you would gain some satisfaction from the game.

Three days of bed rest (so far) is driving me crazy. I’ve been having trouble with my knee for several months. At first, I didn’t know what it was. All I knew was that Audrey’s tail would catch me in the back of the knee, and I would crumple in pain. Jennie kept telling me what a wuss I was.

When I had physical therapy for my back, my therapist led me to believe it was a Baker’s cyst. I actually thought it was reducing with the exercise I was getting in my therapy sessions, but apparently I was mistaken.

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So, my wife Jennie has her own blog now. It only took 4 years of watching me putz around with this thing. Actually, I think it’s that a few of her friends have started getting their own blogs, and she was feeling left out. Anywho, you can give her a visit at jenniesjournal.com, and check it out. We’re still using the default WordPress template on it, until we get some time to play around. Enjoy, and leave her a comment to encourage her!

It was a wild morning in the wee hours of Wednesday, July 20. Jennie felt what we guess now must have been her water breaking about 11:00PM (Tuesday night). We didn’t recognize it, though, and we went to bed anyway. Little did we know we’d have a baby a little over four hours later!

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