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Comments:
Sean - 2004-02-24 09:26:07
uncle bob... on your dj gear, at the very top, there are sliders. The EQ. Right now they look like a happy face. They should not. Make them flattish, then adjust by ear. If you are doing vocal work, likely you need a bump between 3-5kHz. Maybe a bass boost. No happy face EQs!
Thank you.
Your audio engineer.
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Jenn - 2004-02-24 09:28:25
Yeah --the croup is like the gout. The "the" makes it more deadly. I am sure the Mets, with that vomit catching ability, might hire you if the DJ thing doesn't work out.
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anon - 2004-02-24 09:29:26
Your son looks thin enough to be a supermodel. Put some pounds on that boy!!
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emily c - 2004-02-24 09:50:19
I believe I read someplace that catching vomit was one of the new Olympic sports featured this year in Athens. They (the Greeks) were the originators of the vomitorium.
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Tom - 2004-02-24 09:51:52
You're lucky it wasn't diarrhea (uh...assuming he was pantless). Congrats on the paying gig!
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Carole - 2004-02-24 10:13:26
Now ya know why all the cool kids have tile or wood floors. Vomit proof.
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Kari - 2004-02-24 10:16:31
UB - My husband always pokes fun of me when I say "The Diareaha." (That is what I get for having had Polish-isms forced on me as a child.) Great save with the hand thing! Blech!
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April Ann - 2004-02-24 10:21:35
You know what's better than that? I can handle any of my children vomiting and can catch it in my hands, but lord save my stomach if I see anyone else yark. I'll spew right away.
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Trinity Sixty-Three - 2004-02-24 10:32:23
I can't get over how much of a little boy Andrew is becoming, no more baby, I miss that with my son, they grow up way too fast, don't they?
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Amy - 2004-02-24 10:49:32
Hey Uncle B.
Nice catch! I've become quite the homegrown expert on vomit-catching myself. It helps if you carpet is already puke-colored..less pressure.
Congrats on the job!
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Sandy - 2004-02-24 11:05:33
If you ever need an expert on "the" croup, just let me know. My son has had that more times than I can count in the last few years. Was it a steriod shot they gave him?? Good luck with your new job, I'm sure you will do great.
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Erika - 2004-02-24 11:42:26
Mom and I were talking about you earlier and laughing at the thought of you being a DJ. Not at you, with you, ok, at you. ha ha She said you looked more like a preacher with your perfect hair. Then we really laughed. I'm coming for a short weekend in April. I wish I had time to come to one of your gigs.
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Pisser - 2004-02-24 12:11:27
You should write your own parenting book, because my parents failed miserably at this. My father only taught me How Not to Flush When You Pee and How Not to Eat things Off of the Floor. No one ever caught my vomit, damn it.
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Laura - 2004-02-24 12:50:17
The first time my kid managed to puke entirely in the toilet, he looked up at me when it was over and said "That was AWESOME!" I just nodded in complete agreement.
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Jenna (ilovethedjs) - 2004-02-24 14:50:10
Uncle Bob, just when I think my problems are at their worst, I read your diary & realize that even the funniest people have troubles in their life. I could never catch vomit in my hands! You're a brave one... & good luck djing!
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Lauren (aka moretoknow) - 2004-02-24 15:20:02
About the very first comment. Shit, I went back and tried to look for a smiley face...couldn't find one. Then it came to me. Small child, black box with buttons? I'm almost positive he has SOMETHING to do with this. Shit, I know I would have as a kid--and did. Led Zepplin broke my dad's very first stereo 'cause of my slippery fingers. Good luck UB. We're with ya.
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Ann-Mason - 2004-02-24 15:22:05
I never understood why those parenting books left out the really important bits - like vomit-catching, the 40 yard dash to the loo for eruptive diarrhea, and the giving of medication to a child who absolutely refuses. That's the difference between parenting and just reading about it, I suppose. Fun times!
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reyanna - 2004-02-24 15:26:51
All I can say is... you're the man. No other comments necessary. :)
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fuckface - 2004-02-24 19:37:29
i am gaging...
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E - 2004-02-24 20:41:12
And people think I'm crazy because I don't want one of those little vomit bags of my very own!?!? (very very very cute photo, though, I must admit.)
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jackiefg - 2004-02-24 21:07:09
you da man!
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sarah - 2004-02-24 21:40:23
andrew is SO cute.
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ebony-eyes5 - 2004-02-24 22:01:28
Ahhhh, I remember those vomit-catching days oh so well ... a bit of nostalgia there, haha. Btw, too bad you're not local, I'll be needing a dj for my daughter's wedding... and I promise we wouldn't come up with a list of songs to clear the place out. ;-) Good Luck with everything!
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Katherine - 2004-02-24 22:19:16
In no time flat this kid will be a teenager and he won't remember or know all the times you bent over backwards to feed him medicine and catch his vomit. That is true love.
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Doug - 2004-02-25 09:55:09
Better in the hand then the inside of your car.
I've not heard the term urp in ages.
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elayne - 2004-02-28 13:29:09
Hey Uncle Bob! Listen to this! (Sorry, couldn't help myself.)
I can give you a tip for giving medicine (either the dissolvables, liquids, or nasal sprays, not actual swallowable pills) but you'll all probably call the Child Abuse Hotline on me. It's actually very simple if you can steel yourself to be enough of a meanie to do it. (Works best on smaller kids, too.)
Give the kiddo a few chances to take the medicine, calmly, patiently. When that fails miserably, get the medicine and everything you'll need right at hand; lay the child down on the floor and kneel so that your knees are bracing his head - not *squeezing,* mind you, just bracing snugly. Say you're sorry that you have to do it this way and give the medicine.
The child can't flail his head around because it's snug in between your knees. He can thrash his arms and legs all he wants, you've got plenty of cushioning on your butt, which is all he's hitting.
IMMEDIATELY when the medicine is swallowed (or delivered, in the case of nasal spray), move to one side and scoop the child up for lots of hugging and cuddling. Odds are VERY good that you will only have to do this once.
You'll have to be more careful with the dissolvables, that they don't slip to the back of the throat. (If you use it with a liquid or nasal spray, you probably won't have to resort to using it with a dissolvable.)
My son was the world's worst, would spit his (liquid) medicine clear across the room and get himself worked up to the point that he'd vomit. I noticed that the vomiting was almost *always* a result of the "being worked up* part. In desperation one afternoon I tried this method, terrified that it'd scar him for life and make the world's worst mother - or worse yet, choke him or something. I didn't let him get worked up and didn't give him any advance notice, just when he said "NO!" I said "Okay" and moved the medicine to the coffee table in the living room.
It was probably the hardest thing I ever had to do (so far) as a parent because it seemed so unfair and sneaky and scary, but it worked. He was too surprised to work up a good vomit reflex, and he NEVER refused to take his medicine again. And he didn't hate me afterwards like I thought he would. It really gets the point across that no matter how unpleasant it gets, the medicine has to be taken.
(I'm not a monster, I swear.)
My brother had a puke atack in my Great Aunt Esther's immaculate and white-carpeted living room once. My mother saw him heaving and picked him up to run to the bathroom. She realized she wasn't going to make it when she heard him hornk, so she reached up and grabbed the neckline of her blouse and pulled it out, and caught the puke all down the inside of her shirt.
I am SOOO glad my son is too old now for me to ever have to do that.
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