Become A Doctor, Online! Part 3
To fully appreciate this post; which is the 3rd chapter, you need to read this post first, and this post second to be up to speed. When we last left NukeDad, he was on his way home after an MRI on his knee. He was nursing a swollen, hobbled left knee and an inflamed, metal clamp filled nugget pouch. Let's rejoin the drama... Four days →
Online Medical Degree Part 2: The Musical
If you are just joining us, you will need to go and read this post first to get you up to speed. Where was I? Oh, yeah, almost killed...dodge ball....MRI, got it. So anyway, next Tuesday comes and I hobble myself into sub waiting room 4C in lobby number 5, level 3. The magazine selection is much better in lobby 2, →
Univ. Of Phoenix Called, Your Anesthesiology Doctorate Is Ready
Did I ever tell you about the time my Doctor almost killed me? Yeah, ICU for 3 days. The beginnings of the story are actually quite humorous...right up until the surgery and the near death experience. What happened, you ask? Well, let me tell you. It all started when a group of mid 30ish to 40 year old men thought →
Chickified Steak
I got tagged. I think they are called "meme's" and they are the Internet equivalent of the middle school slam book. Don't remember those? They were spiral notebooks with 2 columns on the first page; one for the boys, one for the girls. Each person signed their name next to a number and then ventured from page to page answering →
Dead Leaf Fallin’
When a death row inmate is marched to the chamber on judgement day the guards announce; "Dead Man Walkin'!" to the rest of the inmates. As if the words are going to deter them from committing any more crimes. I think the point is moot, but it makes the guards happy. Most of the criminals deserve the final taunting anyway, →
The Punching Bag In Roger Daltrey’s Throat
As I mentioned before, I've been able to help steer the NukeKids away from formulaic pop into the realm of Classic Rock. I knew I was successful when NukeGirl sang the entire first verse to Paranoid by Black Sabbath on the way to school one day. Yeah, I know; not the cheeriest of songs, but she can do the "Bang Your Head" →
Fruh-Gee-Lee; Must Be Italian
I got a package today. It didn't do so well in the deliverysphere. All I can figure is it has a really smart mouth and all of the other packages ganged up on it; or one really big bully box sat on him for no good reason. Either way, his corregation is irreperably harmed. He looks more like an accordion →
Kite Fishing
Some kids around the Nuke neighborhood have acquired a go kart. There was some debate as to real ownership of said go kart, due to the fact that it was snatched curb side on bulk trash pick-up day. It had a flat tire and a broken chain. Broken chain, flat tire, bulk trash day; it's a no-brainer, right? Wrong. After →
And, How Was Your Breakfast?
I've been having some abdominal pains, so I had to have a CT scan done. To be able to see your insides properly once they fire up the radiation donut, you have to ingest an un-godly amount of "reflector juice"; or, as they call it; Barium Sulfate Suspension. They labeled it Berry Smoothie, as if that was going to trick my psyche, not to →
Doing Long Division In The Bread Aisle
Labor Day Barbecue at the pool this weekend for the Nuke Neighborhood. We're bringing the hot dogs and buns. Let the Mathematics begin. Oscar Mayer (no relation to John) packs their bread puppies in quantities of 10; the bread companies pack their tube steak holders in packs of 8 or 12. And you thought you'd never use Algebra again. The Nuke Family will →
Bobsledding Through “God’s Country”
OK, so it took almost a week to unpack. Not really, but with school getting ready to start, football practice and this being the last week the pool is open; I've had a pretty busy week. The trip to Alabama was awesome. The drive alone wasn't bad at all. NukeMom loves to drive. She also likes to leave on trips at around →
Time To Unpack
It shouldn't take long to unpack; it's not like we went to Europe or anything. While I'm getting everything back to normal, head on over to Scrivel.com and check out my latest contribution. It's a sordid tale of misplaced assumptions and prejudice; tonight, on a very special Blossom. Once the laundry is done and the dogs are hosed off I'll →
So Much To Learn
When you see this post, I'll already be in Alabama. NukeMom's brother is getting married this weekend. The greatest part about the wedding invitation? When I looked down bottom and read these two glorious words; "Picnic Casual". The thought of having to wear a suit or tux in the August heat of Alabama was like getting excited for a trip →
Seventh Inning Kvetch
Nukeboy2 won a drawing a week ago. The prize was 4 tickets to the local ballpark to watch Minor League baseball at it's finest. He was also designated to throw out the first pitch. Being that the only thing he has ever pitched with frequency and efficiency is fits, we went to work directly. We borrowed Nukeboy1's baseball mitt and →
Adventuretainment
We took a day trip to the Natural Science Center over the weekend. The Nukekids loved it. We've been there before, but each time we go back they have new things to see. I got to show off my big brain in the "puzzle room" when Nukeboy1 asked me how to balance 14 nails on top of one nail. OK, →
Luther: The Squirrel That Thought He Could Fly
This is getting a little ridiculous. You've read stories here before about the animals in the neighborhood and their proficiency for doing things that might prompt a visit from Mulder and Scully. Here's another one. The neighborhood all gathered at Mr. and Mrs. AP's house yesterday for a 4th of July cookout. Burgers, hot dogs, baked beans, potato salad (Amish potato →
Coming Soon To A Theatre Near You…Maybe
I don't know if it's bad blog etiquette to out your lurkers or not, but I just had a twinge of a million dollar fantasy flash before my eyes! One of my 631 stat trackers came up with a hit for an ISP located at 20th Century Fox! (Cue theme from Rocky. I don't know if they made it or →
Redneck Riviera Memoirs
We made it home in one piece! No "travel" issues either, unless you count $4 a gallon gasoline or the sunburned tops of my feet. I know, I know; but I had my sandals on, I can't be expected to remember EVERYTHING! Well, sandals won't be an issue for a few days. Nor will any type of footwear. I'm going Cro-Magnon →
The Return Of A Virus Named Bob
I've talked about our little house guest before. If You don't remember Bob, read this first. Go on. I'll wait. OK; back? What did you think? Crafty little S.O.B. isn't he? Well, he brought a friend with him this time. He smuggled him in through the one thing that was designed to protect us: medicine. That's right, the medicine NukeMom →
Forgettable Moments In Food History
Today is Nukeboy1's day to have Dad bring him lunch at school. He went with the healthy option this week and decided on Subway. Finally! After suggesting it all year, he finally decided that this; the last lunch of the year, would be the healthy one. That's fine, except that today I am in full carnivore mode and I'm craving →
Lester Holt Saves The World
Like most people, I'm waiting with bated breath for the Indiana Jones sequel. Can't wait to see Harrison Ford beat down some Nazi's with his walker and bedpan. Is it just me, or does he look older in the previews for Part 4 than Sean Connery looked in Part 3? Look for the Metamucil and Depends product placements, they're bound →
It Came From Planet Spudtron
This is unbelievable. I've never seen anything like it. God willing, I'll never see anything like it again. THAT'S A POTATO PEOPLE! All 2lb's, 12oz's of it. You'll excuse me if I take some liberties here, but I'm calling it a 3 pound potato. It's 8 1/2 inches long! If Arby's made a curly fry out of it, it would →
Jack Bauer Sells Me Oxi-Clean
I escaped from TiVo hell. It wasn't easy, but I did it. What was at first a cool, easy way to save shows for my later viewing pleasure soon turned out to be more trouble than it was worth. At one time, these were the shows that were set up in the Season Pass Manager: House, Desperate Housewives, Lost, ER, American Idol, The →
Does This Hat Make My Brain Look Big?
I finally saw my first episode of "30 Rock" the other day. It won't be my last. I was especially taken by the character of Frank and his cornucopia of head-wear. I used to be like Frank. I had hundreds of hats. Since this was while I was in High School, the majority of them were either beer hats or State →
