Pat_Elliott
<font color=blue>Kimberly's proud papa!</font><br>
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Howdy,
I'm happy to report the same, dull old update: Everything's physically fine, even if Amy's losing her patience. Today marks the four week mark until I become a father, and shortly thereafter take my girls back to Stormstown. In many ways, this is a lot like a Disney trip. We jump up and down when we get under 30 days, then the minutes start going by like frozen molasses uphill in February. I should be a piece of work once we get to the single digit dance on this one.
Amy's getting more depressed during the weekdays when I'm not there, but we're having more and more fun each weekend when I go up. Celebrating her birthday alone was, to say the least, a bummer, but she got many phone calls, cards, and gifts (much thanks to nativetxn for the birthday gift, you're an angel Katholyn!). She was quite sad when I called her Wednesday, but I convinced her to convince herself it wasn't really her birthday until Friday.
For her birthday, Amy wanted one thing: "real food," versus the continued diet of ground loaf upon which she's been feasting day and night. Nothing gives her more thrills than to walk by the front door and have me say to the admissions nurse "Amy won't need meals through Sunday night, I'll feed her."
We celebrated Friday by hitting the various eateries and watering holes in Danville (gotta take advantage of that designated driver while she's available). It's been our experience that hitting the nicer looking places near something like the Geisinger facility isn't how you find the best food. You ask a local for that. And I can highly recommend two great Danville pubs: The Hilltop, which looks seedy on the outside, but had great food, drink, and a deck that we enjoyed (note the Mercedes and BMW's parked out front if you go); and the newest sports bar in town, Busters. Only problem: Amy's penchant for Mexican food, mixed with pregnancy, made a 100 Tums night. But at least she spent the overnight hours restlessly with a smile on her face.
Saturday, we went to the Danville Drive-in to see Pirates of the Carribean. It was a great night for the drive-in and the movie was pretty good. Amy's comment was it was too dark of a film and it made it hard to see detail. I think that's just the bane of the drive-in. To anyone who falls under the appropriate category, why do you come to a drive-in thirty minutes after the movie starts and run around the crowded lot with your lights on?
Sunday we finally went to Knoebles Grove nearby Danville. No Disney is this place, but it's a pretty neat park. Amy was able to do two rides, the Haunted House and the "Skyride." The skyride is a bit of a ripoff. It's three bucks a person, and basically what they did was purchase an old ski lift and string it up the mountain overlooking the park. But hey, when you're in Amy's situation, a ski lift provides big thrills. The most amazing thing about the park is the food. Inexpensive, tasty, and diverse. Amy got a crab cake dinner for seven bucks, including two tasty crab cakes, boardwalk fries, and slaw. Me, I just had a tossed salad, but that's kind of where I am in life, crisp-cold-and-tasteless.
Beyond that, it was a dull weekend, delightfully so. We missed Amy's annual family reunion for the first time since its inception, and were summarily elected chairmen for next year's reunion. This is fairly normal. Each chairman has been someone who didn't make it the year before. I'm surprised my in-laws don't eat their young.
That's it. Thanks for continuing to ask, thanks for continuing to care. Now get back to work!
I've attached a photo of Amy at the drive-in. Note as usual, she's using all clothing at her disposal to cover her gut. Vanity is a nasty thing....
I'm happy to report the same, dull old update: Everything's physically fine, even if Amy's losing her patience. Today marks the four week mark until I become a father, and shortly thereafter take my girls back to Stormstown. In many ways, this is a lot like a Disney trip. We jump up and down when we get under 30 days, then the minutes start going by like frozen molasses uphill in February. I should be a piece of work once we get to the single digit dance on this one.
Amy's getting more depressed during the weekdays when I'm not there, but we're having more and more fun each weekend when I go up. Celebrating her birthday alone was, to say the least, a bummer, but she got many phone calls, cards, and gifts (much thanks to nativetxn for the birthday gift, you're an angel Katholyn!). She was quite sad when I called her Wednesday, but I convinced her to convince herself it wasn't really her birthday until Friday.
For her birthday, Amy wanted one thing: "real food," versus the continued diet of ground loaf upon which she's been feasting day and night. Nothing gives her more thrills than to walk by the front door and have me say to the admissions nurse "Amy won't need meals through Sunday night, I'll feed her."
We celebrated Friday by hitting the various eateries and watering holes in Danville (gotta take advantage of that designated driver while she's available). It's been our experience that hitting the nicer looking places near something like the Geisinger facility isn't how you find the best food. You ask a local for that. And I can highly recommend two great Danville pubs: The Hilltop, which looks seedy on the outside, but had great food, drink, and a deck that we enjoyed (note the Mercedes and BMW's parked out front if you go); and the newest sports bar in town, Busters. Only problem: Amy's penchant for Mexican food, mixed with pregnancy, made a 100 Tums night. But at least she spent the overnight hours restlessly with a smile on her face.
Saturday, we went to the Danville Drive-in to see Pirates of the Carribean. It was a great night for the drive-in and the movie was pretty good. Amy's comment was it was too dark of a film and it made it hard to see detail. I think that's just the bane of the drive-in. To anyone who falls under the appropriate category, why do you come to a drive-in thirty minutes after the movie starts and run around the crowded lot with your lights on?
Sunday we finally went to Knoebles Grove nearby Danville. No Disney is this place, but it's a pretty neat park. Amy was able to do two rides, the Haunted House and the "Skyride." The skyride is a bit of a ripoff. It's three bucks a person, and basically what they did was purchase an old ski lift and string it up the mountain overlooking the park. But hey, when you're in Amy's situation, a ski lift provides big thrills. The most amazing thing about the park is the food. Inexpensive, tasty, and diverse. Amy got a crab cake dinner for seven bucks, including two tasty crab cakes, boardwalk fries, and slaw. Me, I just had a tossed salad, but that's kind of where I am in life, crisp-cold-and-tasteless.
Beyond that, it was a dull weekend, delightfully so. We missed Amy's annual family reunion for the first time since its inception, and were summarily elected chairmen for next year's reunion. This is fairly normal. Each chairman has been someone who didn't make it the year before. I'm surprised my in-laws don't eat their young.
That's it. Thanks for continuing to ask, thanks for continuing to care. Now get back to work!
I've attached a photo of Amy at the drive-in. Note as usual, she's using all clothing at her disposal to cover her gut. Vanity is a nasty thing....
