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i've decided to match a couple of them up. just similar photo's that i had. charlie looks enough like seth for this i think. anyway, this is a good comparison.

kind of a silly thing is the apgar. how much pride i take in the scores of my children, charlie was unable to perform one, and so i was disappointed that i didn't have a high number to show off. but the doctor was busy "saving his life" apparently he had a lot of fluid in his lungs that didn't want to come out

both they weights were the same when they came out. and the lengths were pretty similar too. i'm not sure how long either of them were, i forget that pretty easily.

Charlie robert pehrson maughan

that is the name of the person who was born today at 318 pm. weighing in at 7lbs 10.4 ounces. he is 21 inches long. with long curly black hair. pictures will follow. sometime. for now i will sleep, leaving sarah in the hospital, so i can work tonight.

good night to all.

bathtime for yodi

well, the dirty ol' dog was scratching himself a little too much lately, and since it's spring, he decided mud was for him. so although we can't keep him out of the mud and clean, we can at least wash him off, then saturate him with anti flea medicine.


also, here's a picture of seth with his grandma, liz's mom. becky is her name. it's very rare for him not to smile in a picture. or in life. in fact, it's only when deep in thought or observation this happy young fella isn't smiling. (and of course when the snot sucker is applied to his nose. hates that)

i just got done from a week in gunnery. i wish i had a picture or two from that, my last gunnery, almost last evolution on the tanks. i like the marine corps, too bad it sucks soo bad. so i have a plan, it includes a little bit of education. so i'll work somewhere during the night, and take classes during the day. that's the plan for now anyway. i've been inspired by stories and stories of a particular job. that job isn't available in it's entirety here in utah, but some acceptable form of it is. any guesses?

there's some pictures of the baby room here too, it's of course not the whole room, but it kind of gives the gist of how it's gonna look, the colors, and what have you.
i painted the whole thing, then it was decided that the color wasn't exactly as wished, so while i was away the paint fairy came and changed it.
for some reason my debit card stopped working. wierd. ordered a new one, and it won't let me activate it.... maybe i'm under some investigation! (jk btw) so today is easter. it's not a bad day i guess. it's the first night back at home, and so i slept for like 13 hours last night in my comfortable non-cot bed. then took naps during the day. a gunnery doesn't allow for much sleep. there are eight "tank tables" which actually there aren't, there are 4. but they start at four, and work to eight. four uses .50 rounds through the main gun, and inexpensive way to fire the main gun as each round costs 800 dollars! the slap t round we use is of course much much less. well, each tank table takes two trips down range, one during the day, and the second during the night so we can show we are able to shoot it through the night sights, and the day sights. well, here's the schedual for those interested.
600: wake up
630:morning chow (nasty)
7: safety brief
8-10: boresight tanks, set up for battle
10-5: tank tables. (there are at least five crews, each taking some amount of time, there is some sitting around in your tanks waiting, but sleep is impossible because of the necessity to stay monitoring the radios, and watching engagements)
5-6: tank maintainance
6: evening chow
7: safety brief
well, we get back around midnight, depending on the crew, the latest being around 2 or 3. to wake back up at six, and to be performed every day until we are released.

for those interested, i qualified as a gunner. the last time i may ever fire the tank again.

after drill, we ate little ceasars pizza pizza at sharps house, to celebrate his new found freedom from the marine corps, napped a little, and showered of course, then drove home.

i've been sick all week. a cold is a cruel joke when sleep is few. laying down activates the "invade the nose with stuff" reflex of the virus. the bitter bitter cold, and cutting wind, hail, snow, and rain didn't help at all. i've come to dislike deserts i think. very horrible things.

well, one more thing before i'm done here.
the fighting.
i set up at least thirty fights on the last day of gunnery. our marine tank unit is ripe with paid fighters, college wrestlers, police officers, and young pfc's with everything to prove. it was very easy to do, and very entertaining. people one would never think to be handy in that sort of way was secretly training, or turned out to be a state champion wrestler, or this, or that. we would fight to submission, so one had to do more than wrestle, one had to inflict pain, or utilize a choke. people that were thought to be weak showed amazing ferocity. i went against a man who weighed fifty pounds less than me, and lost 4 times, he turned out to be a paid fighter. i was happy with it all. we fought for three or four hours after evening chow, the finale was two known paid fighters, one weighed more, but the other had better technique (admitted the heavier) it went on for five or ten minutes, and ended with an arm bar.

the end

any man who can grow facial hair this young is to be reckoned with

so, this is a short one. just thought seth would look like a serious bad a with a mustache and side burns. feel free to scroll down, and compare us. click on any of these pictures for a full sized image. he looks like he's mad at whoever he's looking at... like.... "you talkin to me?"

pictures, and a letter to a teacher

well, here are a couple new pictures of seth. he's getting to where he can stand if he pulls himself up. the one with his toungue sticking out, i think he's maybe feeling his new tooth, or teeth. he might be getting a brother. maybe, a little older than him. maybe about the age of one year, where he is 7 months. this would be kind of neat, being practically twins with someone of a different race. maybe they'll be like on scrubs, where one calls the other "brown bear" or something stupid like that.
well, i didn't get the thermo fisher job. this is a bad time for me to look for work, well, not bad, just awkward. me working tonight, and tomorrow night, then leaving for a week. i guess i don't HAVE to yet, until i get back. but i've put in a application at gossners.
here's something interesting, i didn't get a job which is security. something i consider myself very qualified in. not mentioning that it's been my job for the last two years, i have all that military experience, road blocks, search points, etc. how can someone NOT hire me for that? it's ok though, it's not really a good job, with a good company that i like. i tried schreibers, but they're not hiring right now. maybe in the future, so maybe they'll pay for education. the problem with a job paying for education is that they're paying them selves right out of a job! but it's good that the company wants people to improve their lives, and therefore the economy. i've looked into that company quite a bit, and i'm impressed with it i think. that and thermo fisher. both good companies.

i'm going to put a thing on here i think my brother wrote. this is in his blog. and i think it is good, and so i will post it.

he calls it on his blog a "letter to my 6th grade teacher" maybe if he didn't write it, he'll set me straight.

No, there is nothing wrong with my seat. I may look like i'm squirming, but i'm not. In fact, i'm holding still. It just so happens that i am twelve years old and fascinated by unconventional applications of mechanics.
See? My legs are like a lever. The very front of the bottom of my seat is the fulcrom. It's like my body is floating.
Also, look... what is the weight that is lifting the body? I'd say it isn't weight... It's tension. My toes are against the legs that are holding the whole fulcrom assembly in place. More than providing the tension to lift my body, they're keeping it from slipping out of the seat. Yes. I am twelve years old and interested in physics. (in a loose sense of the word.)
Please, don't call attention to it. Before you noticed it, nobody else was paying attention to it. Now, though, Now that you have addressed it, they've stopped listening. Now they're looking... looking at that awkward boy who didn't disrupt the class.

Yes. I WAS eating sunflower seeds in your class three hours ago. Please allow me the dignity of denial. I'm already cleaning them up in front of a class of strangers... You're so responsible, why didn't you have the janitor just vacuume it up during lunch? i mean, you had an entire HOUR without a class.
But no... You HAD to teach someone a lesson... What does THAT have to do with english?

People probably wouldn't even have READ that note. It was a bit verbose.
I have an awkward sense of humor. "Kick me" simply wouldn't do. you're a MATH teacher, for crying out loud. Anyway, i knew it wasn't that funny... but here you are, calling attention to my non-funniness in front of the class. In a few moments, my english teacher will arrive... something about a mess on the floor beneath the group eight cluster of desks... "sunflower seeds? why no, i know nothing about it... but since it was my group, and nobody else will confess, i'll clean it up." but i guess it doesn't work that way, does it...?
Either I'll agree to clean it up AND he'll announce to the class that i made a mess, OR, he'll announce to the class that i made the mess, and THEN i'll clean it up.
But no... do go on. I'm so interested in HOW you knew it was I who taped the note to your back. Can i help that i'm interested in words and how they work?

Huh? oh, nothing. I didn't sneak anything into my mouth... I know what you heard in the teachers' lounge at lunch, but if it were true, don't you think a janitor would have known something about it? besides, i didn't know PE teachers had lunch breaks... I know i'm a smart alec, you should see the note i taped to the math teacher. but you know what? he never decided to step on my shin and tap me in the stomach with the toe of his gym shoe... I'm not sure which of us that action makes look like an idiot: You for doing it, or me for crying. I can't help that i'm sensitive... or that you knocked the wind out of me... or that i have your shoe print on my leg...

I'm twelve and awkward and too intelligent for my age. Sorry for the inconvenience.






clever i say. clever. and that is all for this

sleeping boy, sarah's labor.crawling boy.

well, ok, we don't know if she's in labor yet. but she's been having contractions since last night, and she's in the zone to have a baby, so we're hoping our young charlie makes an early appearance.

here's a little video i think of seth crawling. lets see if it works. very cute stuff, very cute stuff.


well, it's a little dark i guess. it's neat to see my son interested in something, and navigate himself that way in a process of problem solving.

i'm excited about this: thermo fisher. not even what kind of work it is, but what kind of company. the benefits start immediately, not in three, or six or nine months. and their 401k plan matches dollar for dollar. and it's not an awful pay for a man who does not have any education.

here's a picture of my son hard at work in the garden. he loves the fresh air they say.
since i'm still not very good at this, it's not right here, probably at the top.

well, lets hope she is, and lets hope she's not, we have no room for this young man! well, we have A room, but it's not set up yet i guess. in fact, i think i'll go do that now.

Seth Crawls,

well, it's been a while since i've shared any pictures of seth. these are the latest. he's began crawling.

those curls are from me, i'm glad he has those, if he becomes mischevious, those will mask his evil slightly.




he's getting teeth. today or tommorrow he'll have one or two. Liz applied for a masters school in oregon. so probably moving there, she'll be able to see Seth a little more. that is a good thing.


well, i grow facial hair like crazy. sometimes my friend see's me, and is amazed, because yesterday i had nothing, today i have a mustache. this is the first time ever i had sideburns. this lasted for a day. that's all, a day. but a day was long enough to get this kick a-- (sensored for the reader) picture. you can also see it on myspace.com/deathman2000.


i don't really know much about this program for a blog, so my descriptions of stuff don't always match the pictures.