Well, I was involved in a chat session this morning when a very interesting topic came up. The girl I was chatting with mentioned how she sometimes had to spank this 4-year-old girl who sometimes spends the night with her or something. Well I commented that I know some people who would have a big problem with that. So, the question I want to pose is, do you think it is OK to spank someone else's children? And along the same line, would you think it was OK if someone else spanked your children? I would think the answer would be the same for one as it is for the other, but maybe not. Now, I don't want to get into whether or not you think spanking or whipping is right or wrong, in general. That's another topic for another time. Although I must say this, if my Mom and Dad had given me a Time Out when I was little, I would have been rejoicing like nobody's business. If I did decide to try giving my child a Time Out, I think that I would do it something like Dick Vitale. I'd wave my arms and be very demonstrative and stuff, and say, "T.O. Babee!!! Somebody needs a T.O."
Anyway, on to the topic at hand. Let me preface this by saying that not having any kids, this is only what I think I would do. I might change my mind were I ever actually in the situation. But here is my opinion as of right now. I think I would have a big, big problem if someone else were to spank my children. They are MY kids, and I will discipline them. If they misbehave at your house, let me know about it, and I will take care of it when they get home. I plan to raise them to be well-mannered and well-behaved, and when spanking is necessary, I will do so. Not you.
On the other hand, I would not feel comfortable spanking someone else's kids, even if they asked me to. There have been many times when I have thought to myself, "That child needs a whooping." But that is not my place. I guess the exception to me would be a teacher or principal. I was paddled more than once in school, as you might imagine, and I am OK with that.
I guess basically, it is a matter of personal preference. My grandmothers never spanked me, but I guess I can see that some people would be OK with relatives spanking their kids. I don't think that I would, though. Of course, let me add that me thinking about what I would do with kids is kind of like me thinking about what I would do with a million dollars. Neither scenario seems very likely to occur. WOOOOOOOO!!!
So, I want to know:
Do you think it is OK to spank someone else's children?
And, do you think it is OK for someone else to spank your children?
"Well I've learned to love myself and I don't need no one else. When love moves on cos it gets old, a new love moves in and it can fill the hole..."
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Migrainus Headachus
That is a technical term, of course. You really shouldn't concern yourself with it. But that is what I experienced yesterday, the dreaded migraine headache. Ugh. After work, I met Kyle at Wilson Morgan to hit some tennis. (Also known as "How it feels to play tennis on the surface of Mercury.") Anyhow, after hitting some and going one lap around the track, I began getting a blind spot, which has always signified the beginning of a migraine for me. It is no fun not being able to see during rush hour. But I made it home, took a couple of acetaminophen, and laid on the couch for a bit. The blindness was gone and I was into the headache part now. Well, we'd already planned to meet at the steak house for dinner at 5:30, so I did that. Had some cheese sticks (mmm!) and a sirloin, medium-well. It was excellent. From there, I went straight to church.
That is the first migraine I have had in a good while, at least since last year, maybe longer. I am 99% sure this one was caused by my lack of sleep. Maybe that will be the kick I need to start getting in bed earlier. Anyway, I figured you'd be interested in hearing all the details. lol Oh, I was going to say one of my pet peeves is when people have a bad headache and they just assume it is a migraine. They have specific characteristics, and can be very debilitating. The first time I had one was in high school. I was sitting there looking at the clock and noticed that I suddenly couldn't see clearly. Ever since, mine have always started with that familiar blind spot, which usually lasts anywhere from 10-30 minutes for me. Then I have the headache part, with varying degrees of pain. A few times, they have made me sick to my stomach. Not everyone gets the blindness though. In my opinion, one of the best ways to tell if you've had a migraine is by shaking your head really fast several hours later or the day after the headache. If there is lingering pain or soreness when you do that, then it was a migraine. They also usually leave me feeling really weak and tired. I can't complain though, because I have known people whose migraines last for a day or two. OK, well, I'm sure this has been my most entertaining post ever. Just more info about Bone. You will be quizzed later.
"Day breakin' on the boulevard. Feel the sun warmin' up your secondhand heart. Light swimmin' right across your face, and you think, maybe someday, yeah, maybe someday. For all you know, this could be, the difference between what you need and what you want to be..."
That is the first migraine I have had in a good while, at least since last year, maybe longer. I am 99% sure this one was caused by my lack of sleep. Maybe that will be the kick I need to start getting in bed earlier. Anyway, I figured you'd be interested in hearing all the details. lol Oh, I was going to say one of my pet peeves is when people have a bad headache and they just assume it is a migraine. They have specific characteristics, and can be very debilitating. The first time I had one was in high school. I was sitting there looking at the clock and noticed that I suddenly couldn't see clearly. Ever since, mine have always started with that familiar blind spot, which usually lasts anywhere from 10-30 minutes for me. Then I have the headache part, with varying degrees of pain. A few times, they have made me sick to my stomach. Not everyone gets the blindness though. In my opinion, one of the best ways to tell if you've had a migraine is by shaking your head really fast several hours later or the day after the headache. If there is lingering pain or soreness when you do that, then it was a migraine. They also usually leave me feeling really weak and tired. I can't complain though, because I have known people whose migraines last for a day or two. OK, well, I'm sure this has been my most entertaining post ever. Just more info about Bone. You will be quizzed later.
"Day breakin' on the boulevard. Feel the sun warmin' up your secondhand heart. Light swimmin' right across your face, and you think, maybe someday, yeah, maybe someday. For all you know, this could be, the difference between what you need and what you want to be..."
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Days Like This
Will I always remember her birthday? Will there always be certain days that stop me in my tracks, wherever I am and whatever I am doing, and immediately take me back to another time and place? I wonder if certain places will always be us. Is there no end? Then I wonder if I really want there to be an end. Perhaps I enjoy the pain. I would have to admit that I do enjoy remembering. As sad as that is, I do. I smile when I think of her, of us. So maybe it is by my own choice that I continue struggling, clinging to the past, hanging on to memories. Surely most everyone has someone that they cannot forget, someone that they miss, someone that they would give anything to find their way back to once again. Surely I am not the only one.
Then sometimes I wonder if all of that is even true anymore. I know that it has been true in the past. But now, I wonder. Am I just so used to feeling this way and saying these things, that I say them simply because that is what I have always said? Maybe I am simply afraid to let go of the past. It has always been a problem for me, one of my greatest weaknesses. I try so hard to hold on to precious time, but no matter how tightly I hold on, it continues to slip thru my fingers. Maybe that is what this is all about. Just maybe. After all, she is gone, right? But then days like this come around and I know. She's not gone.
But maybe it is all right to remember. What is wrong with looking back fondly at something from the past? Surely nothing. I suppose the trick is to be able to look back fondly without letting those things in the past hinder the present. I know that I have allowed that to happen before. But just remembering. That is OK, right? She is a part of me. She is sewn into the fabric of my life. To try and take that away and erase those memories would be taking away a part of me, of who I am.
Will I always remember her birthday? Much the same way as I remember to breathe. It is not by some conscious act that I remember. I just do. It just happens. And you know what? I don't really mind it. There is something refreshing and renewing about it to me, remembering people and times from your past. Besides, I smile when I think about her, about us. And I'm kind of thankful for days like this.
"It can happen in the dead of night, or any day of the week. Sometimes you'll come find me when I'm in bed asleep. And I'll have that dream about you, and I sure love what I see. When the thought of you catches up with me..."
Then sometimes I wonder if all of that is even true anymore. I know that it has been true in the past. But now, I wonder. Am I just so used to feeling this way and saying these things, that I say them simply because that is what I have always said? Maybe I am simply afraid to let go of the past. It has always been a problem for me, one of my greatest weaknesses. I try so hard to hold on to precious time, but no matter how tightly I hold on, it continues to slip thru my fingers. Maybe that is what this is all about. Just maybe. After all, she is gone, right? But then days like this come around and I know. She's not gone.
But maybe it is all right to remember. What is wrong with looking back fondly at something from the past? Surely nothing. I suppose the trick is to be able to look back fondly without letting those things in the past hinder the present. I know that I have allowed that to happen before. But just remembering. That is OK, right? She is a part of me. She is sewn into the fabric of my life. To try and take that away and erase those memories would be taking away a part of me, of who I am.
Will I always remember her birthday? Much the same way as I remember to breathe. It is not by some conscious act that I remember. I just do. It just happens. And you know what? I don't really mind it. There is something refreshing and renewing about it to me, remembering people and times from your past. Besides, I smile when I think about her, about us. And I'm kind of thankful for days like this.
"It can happen in the dead of night, or any day of the week. Sometimes you'll come find me when I'm in bed asleep. And I'll have that dream about you, and I sure love what I see. When the thought of you catches up with me..."
This, That, & The Other
Sometimes I have many random thoughts running thru my brain. Separately, they don't amount to much. But together, well, they still don't amount to much. Anyway, this is one of those times...
Big thanks to K for alerting me that Darla Jaye was talking about the Reaching Adulthood Is Taking Longer article on her show yesterday afternoon. I had no idea Darla read my blog. Hey, Darla :-P
I am soooo sick of hearing that song, The Reason. They play it ALL the freakin' time around here. The guy singing sounds like he's dying, for crying out loud. They should use it to interrogate prisoners, that's what they should do. Talk about cruel and unusual. That would have to be in violation of the Geneva Convention right there.
Speaking of gay songs, I know this song is gay. Pretty much everything by this group is gay, but I can't help it. Everytime I hear Starship and "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now" on the radio, I turn it up and sing loudly, and badly. I sing it with feeling. I like "Sara" and "We Built This City", too. lol Wow, I gotta stop these true confessions. What is most disturbing is who that song makes me think of, and that I call this person anytime I hear it. "Saahruhuhuh Saaaahruh, storms are brewin' in your eyes. Whoaooohoh. Saaahruhuhuh Saaharuh, no time is a good time for goodbye..."
On a related note, the guy from Starship always reminds me of the guy in the B-52s. I've never seen them side by side, but whenever I see one, I think in my mind that they must look alike somewhat.
I really love Sun Drop. It is the sweetest nectar I can imagine. I have been trying to cut back on soft drinks, and drink more fruit juice and water, and I have cut back. But I cannot completely cut out Sun Drops. This must be what it is like to be addicted to LSD or something. No, come to think of it, that is nothing like this. Oh wait. What?
We only practiced for about 45 minutes last night. The lights never came on and it was becoming an adventure trying to track fly balls. That's the second time the guy has not shown up to turn on the lights. Oh well. I could use the break. I finished up laundry and went by Subway to get some dinner. I forgot to watch Clinton on Letterman. Urgh!
On a related note, we got our softball schedule yesterday. Fourteen games. The regular season runs from August 10 thru September 23. I imagine there'll be a postseason tournament after that. Our first game is Tuesday at 6:15 against Vaughn & Webster Heating & Cooling. lol Look out.
On another related note, I think my Mom is going to come to all my games. Aw, it's sweet, I know. But she was looking at my schedule yesterday and was like, "6:15? I'll have to fly to get there in time for those, but I should be able to make it." When I played Little League, my Mom was the one you could hear above all others, screaming, "Come on, Jeffrey, one more strike!" and stuff like that. lol Hopefully, she's over that now.
Oh, you might not have heard this on the biased mainstream news, but workers filled in the Grand Canyon Monday. Well, Grand Canyon Southeast anyway. For those of you who have been to my apartment, you know what I mean. There are these huge, HUGE potholes in the alley around the apartments which I had come to believe were naturally created on a 1:20 scale to precisely match a portion of the Grand Canyon. Anyway, they've been filled.
Finally, I recently added a couple of links to the Blog Nation, Tiffany and Deanna. Tiffany is in Memphis, and Deanna is a fellow Allison Fisher fan in Missouri. Check 'em out.
"And we can build this thing together, stand this tall forever. Nothing's gonna stop us now. And if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each other. Nothing's gonna stop us. Nothing's gonna stop us..."
Big thanks to K for alerting me that Darla Jaye was talking about the Reaching Adulthood Is Taking Longer article on her show yesterday afternoon. I had no idea Darla read my blog. Hey, Darla :-P
I am soooo sick of hearing that song, The Reason. They play it ALL the freakin' time around here. The guy singing sounds like he's dying, for crying out loud. They should use it to interrogate prisoners, that's what they should do. Talk about cruel and unusual. That would have to be in violation of the Geneva Convention right there.
Speaking of gay songs, I know this song is gay. Pretty much everything by this group is gay, but I can't help it. Everytime I hear Starship and "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now" on the radio, I turn it up and sing loudly, and badly. I sing it with feeling. I like "Sara" and "We Built This City", too. lol Wow, I gotta stop these true confessions. What is most disturbing is who that song makes me think of, and that I call this person anytime I hear it. "Saahruhuhuh Saaaahruh, storms are brewin' in your eyes. Whoaooohoh. Saaahruhuhuh Saaharuh, no time is a good time for goodbye..."
On a related note, the guy from Starship always reminds me of the guy in the B-52s. I've never seen them side by side, but whenever I see one, I think in my mind that they must look alike somewhat.
I really love Sun Drop. It is the sweetest nectar I can imagine. I have been trying to cut back on soft drinks, and drink more fruit juice and water, and I have cut back. But I cannot completely cut out Sun Drops. This must be what it is like to be addicted to LSD or something. No, come to think of it, that is nothing like this. Oh wait. What?
We only practiced for about 45 minutes last night. The lights never came on and it was becoming an adventure trying to track fly balls. That's the second time the guy has not shown up to turn on the lights. Oh well. I could use the break. I finished up laundry and went by Subway to get some dinner. I forgot to watch Clinton on Letterman. Urgh!
On a related note, we got our softball schedule yesterday. Fourteen games. The regular season runs from August 10 thru September 23. I imagine there'll be a postseason tournament after that. Our first game is Tuesday at 6:15 against Vaughn & Webster Heating & Cooling. lol Look out.
On another related note, I think my Mom is going to come to all my games. Aw, it's sweet, I know. But she was looking at my schedule yesterday and was like, "6:15? I'll have to fly to get there in time for those, but I should be able to make it." When I played Little League, my Mom was the one you could hear above all others, screaming, "Come on, Jeffrey, one more strike!" and stuff like that. lol Hopefully, she's over that now.
Oh, you might not have heard this on the biased mainstream news, but workers filled in the Grand Canyon Monday. Well, Grand Canyon Southeast anyway. For those of you who have been to my apartment, you know what I mean. There are these huge, HUGE potholes in the alley around the apartments which I had come to believe were naturally created on a 1:20 scale to precisely match a portion of the Grand Canyon. Anyway, they've been filled.
Finally, I recently added a couple of links to the Blog Nation, Tiffany and Deanna. Tiffany is in Memphis, and Deanna is a fellow Allison Fisher fan in Missouri. Check 'em out.
"And we can build this thing together, stand this tall forever. Nothing's gonna stop us now. And if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each other. Nothing's gonna stop us. Nothing's gonna stop us..."
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
The Luke Perry In Me
Sometimes it feels like I'm playing a character several years younger I really am, kinda like all the cast members of Friends or Beverly Hills 90210. I mean, everyone always thinks I'm in my mid-to-late twenties. Almost all of the girls I go out with are between 21-25. I think I am in better shape than a lot of people who are younger than me. I still enjoy watching Mister Rogers and The Wiggles. What? Oh wait, no "what" necessary there. That was a true statement. I often hear things like "Forty isn't what it used to be" or "Fifty isn't what it used to be.. blah blah." I guess maybe, just maybe, there's a little Luke Perry in us all.
Well, something interesting happened yesterday. After I got home from cutting the grass, I got a call from a girl at the local paper who had been wanting to interview me for a story she is doing on blogging. She asked some very interesting questions. It should be fun to see how that all turns out. I think my best line was, "Well, it's kinda like having your very own Nick & Jessica show, except in my case, it's just Nick."
Later on, Jessica called and asked if I wanted to come over. She said she would cook supper, so I went over there about 6:30. Well, we haven't really seen much of each other lately, so I wasn't sure what to expect. But she had gone out and bought me a cake and had gotten some of those candy letters and put on there. She also gave me a really sweet card. It kinda overwhelms me when someone does something really nice like that for me, especially out of the blue like that. I mean, for me, little ol' me, ya know?
Anyhow, we watched this movie on ABC Family, called The River Wild, starring Kevin Bacon and Meryl Streep. For some reason, I am reminded of the Seinfeld where Kramer gets his phone number changed and starts doing the movie phone thing... (altering it somewhat) "Coming to theaters this Friday, Kevin Bacon... Meryl Streep... YOU'VE GOT TO GET ME DOWN THAT RIVER!!! There's no place wilder than The River Wild. Rated PG. If you know the name of the movie you'd like to see, press one now." Anyway, it was actually a pretty decent movie. Seems like Kevin Bacon often has these weird, psychotic roles.
Did anyone catch any of the Evil Knievil movie on TNT? Well, I was thinking about attempting to recreate five of Evil's biggest stunts, using a much less powerful bike, with no experience, and not wearing a helmet. But maybe I'll hold off on that for awhile ;-)
Oh, I did want to share this article with you: Reaching Adulthood Is Taking Longer These Days Looks like Clifford C. Clavin and those like him were more normal than we originally believed... or not.
"I will be strong, I will be faithful, cos I'm counting on a new beginning, a reason for living, a deeper meaning, yeah..."
Well, something interesting happened yesterday. After I got home from cutting the grass, I got a call from a girl at the local paper who had been wanting to interview me for a story she is doing on blogging. She asked some very interesting questions. It should be fun to see how that all turns out. I think my best line was, "Well, it's kinda like having your very own Nick & Jessica show, except in my case, it's just Nick."
Later on, Jessica called and asked if I wanted to come over. She said she would cook supper, so I went over there about 6:30. Well, we haven't really seen much of each other lately, so I wasn't sure what to expect. But she had gone out and bought me a cake and had gotten some of those candy letters and put on there. She also gave me a really sweet card. It kinda overwhelms me when someone does something really nice like that for me, especially out of the blue like that. I mean, for me, little ol' me, ya know?
Anyhow, we watched this movie on ABC Family, called The River Wild, starring Kevin Bacon and Meryl Streep. For some reason, I am reminded of the Seinfeld where Kramer gets his phone number changed and starts doing the movie phone thing... (altering it somewhat) "Coming to theaters this Friday, Kevin Bacon... Meryl Streep... YOU'VE GOT TO GET ME DOWN THAT RIVER!!! There's no place wilder than The River Wild. Rated PG. If you know the name of the movie you'd like to see, press one now." Anyway, it was actually a pretty decent movie. Seems like Kevin Bacon often has these weird, psychotic roles.
Did anyone catch any of the Evil Knievil movie on TNT? Well, I was thinking about attempting to recreate five of Evil's biggest stunts, using a much less powerful bike, with no experience, and not wearing a helmet. But maybe I'll hold off on that for awhile ;-)
Oh, I did want to share this article with you: Reaching Adulthood Is Taking Longer These Days Looks like Clifford C. Clavin and those like him were more normal than we originally believed... or not.
"I will be strong, I will be faithful, cos I'm counting on a new beginning, a reason for living, a deeper meaning, yeah..."
Monday, August 02, 2004
Adrian!!!
I wonder sometimes if my blog is too "blue." Then I'm like, nah! Where else can you find at least nine distinctive shades of blue in one place, outside of a 128 count box of Crayolas?
Well, after services last night, I decided I didn't want to go to the river by myself, for fear of looking like one of those psycho loner freak people. So instead I cruised over to Matt's, aka The Place To Be. OK, not really. Anywho, sat there and watched Remember The Titans and the original Rocky. Ordered Steak Out for dinner. I tell you what, I've always had a good experience there. Some of the restaurants around the area could really take a lesson from them. The food is hot, cooked correctly, and delicious. It's a party for your palate.
I was thinking about ranking the Rockys, but then I thought in my mind, they pretty much go in chronological order from best to worst. The Russian kills Apollo in Rocky IV? Gimme a break. You can't do that to Carl Weathers. I didn't remember until last night that Joe Frazier made a cameo in the first one. Another interesting factoid I learned is that the original ending of Rocky had him throwing the fight with Apollo on purpose in order to buy a pet store for Adrian. Seriouslah. Yeah, I'm sure that workshopped real well. It's hard to beat the end of Rocky II though. When you really stop and think about it, Rocky Balboa was just a simpleton. Some might say, a cock-eyed optimist, who got caught up in the high-stakes game of prize fighting.
One thing I thought about while watching RTT is, wouldn't it be a dream come true to meet a girl who actually loved football, understood some of the strategy, etc? That would make me happier than a full presidential pardon would make Martha Stewart. Oh well. Instead, I turn to my Xbox. I finished up my second season on the AA level this weekend. I went 12-1 and beat Penn State 7-6 in the Rose Bowl in an epic defensive struggle to clinch the national championship. So I'm sitting there going thru the postgame crap and thinking, I guess I'll go up to the Heisman level for the next season. Suddenly, a little message pops up that says, "The NCAA has placed your school on probation for 2 years. This will result in a loss of 10 scholarships for each of the next 2 seasons." What the crap?! This is all too real. The good thing about Xbox is (or was) that your favorite teams can be good on there, when in reality they suck.
Well, much like the past 30 years of my life, I wish this had been more entertaining. But let's face it, it just wasn't. Dad called and wants me to come cut the grass today. I was hoping to crash all afternoon, but I guess I will go do that. At least I should get a little sun.
"Look into your heart, pretty baby. Is it aching with some nameless need? When there's something wrong and you can't put your finger on it, right then, roll to me..."
Well, after services last night, I decided I didn't want to go to the river by myself, for fear of looking like one of those psycho loner freak people. So instead I cruised over to Matt's, aka The Place To Be. OK, not really. Anywho, sat there and watched Remember The Titans and the original Rocky. Ordered Steak Out for dinner. I tell you what, I've always had a good experience there. Some of the restaurants around the area could really take a lesson from them. The food is hot, cooked correctly, and delicious. It's a party for your palate.
I was thinking about ranking the Rockys, but then I thought in my mind, they pretty much go in chronological order from best to worst. The Russian kills Apollo in Rocky IV? Gimme a break. You can't do that to Carl Weathers. I didn't remember until last night that Joe Frazier made a cameo in the first one. Another interesting factoid I learned is that the original ending of Rocky had him throwing the fight with Apollo on purpose in order to buy a pet store for Adrian. Seriouslah. Yeah, I'm sure that workshopped real well. It's hard to beat the end of Rocky II though. When you really stop and think about it, Rocky Balboa was just a simpleton. Some might say, a cock-eyed optimist, who got caught up in the high-stakes game of prize fighting.
One thing I thought about while watching RTT is, wouldn't it be a dream come true to meet a girl who actually loved football, understood some of the strategy, etc? That would make me happier than a full presidential pardon would make Martha Stewart. Oh well. Instead, I turn to my Xbox. I finished up my second season on the AA level this weekend. I went 12-1 and beat Penn State 7-6 in the Rose Bowl in an epic defensive struggle to clinch the national championship. So I'm sitting there going thru the postgame crap and thinking, I guess I'll go up to the Heisman level for the next season. Suddenly, a little message pops up that says, "The NCAA has placed your school on probation for 2 years. This will result in a loss of 10 scholarships for each of the next 2 seasons." What the crap?! This is all too real. The good thing about Xbox is (or was) that your favorite teams can be good on there, when in reality they suck.
Well, much like the past 30 years of my life, I wish this had been more entertaining. But let's face it, it just wasn't. Dad called and wants me to come cut the grass today. I was hoping to crash all afternoon, but I guess I will go do that. At least I should get a little sun.
"Look into your heart, pretty baby. Is it aching with some nameless need? When there's something wrong and you can't put your finger on it, right then, roll to me..."
Where Everybody Knows My Name
You are Sam Malone.
Which Cheers Character Are You?
Oh well, any excuse to get a picture of Ted Danson in my blog, right? What? It is funny, though, back quite a few years ago, after football games on Friday nights, a bunch of us would go over to Marlo's and play spades and watch Cheers re-runs. At some point we began assigning names of Cheers' characters to each other, and somehow I ended up being Sam. I'm not sure if that was based more on my athletic prowess or my legendary exploits with the ladies. Or my alcoholic past. Or none of the above. Whichever. I remember Marlo was Rebecca, Jack was Norm, Matt was Cliff, Doogie was Paul, and Dave was Frasier, I think. There was another guy who we called Woody, because he was a bit of a mimbo. Seems like we had a Diane and a Carla, too, but I can't remember right now who that would've been. Those were the days.
I love that second question in the survey, by the way: Do you still live with your mother? ROFL Cliff Clavin.
"Makin' your way in the world today takes everything you've got. Takin' a break from all your worries sure would help a lot. Wouldn't you like to get away?"
Sunday, August 01, 2004
One Wedding and Two Nights of Billiards
Just checkin' in on the weekend... Let's recap: Friday, K and I shot some stick at the Brick. Janice was up there, so I was like, "Hey, tiny dancer!" I was alluding to the fact that she's a dance instructor. Anyway, I guess that's her new nickname, or just what I'll call her. I thought that was a pretty good line, but fortunately, it resulted in nothing of any consequence, other than she giggled. Ate at Applebees. As soon as we walked in, I asked Tonya, "Who's cooking tonight?" She was like, "Don't get fry side. Arthur's over there." So we each got (grilled) chicken quesadillas. Later, she walked by and I asked her what she meant by that. She gave me this look like "you don't know?" So we left it at that. Donna The Great made me a delish oreo shake. She was surprised to see me, cos I haven't been there in weeks. She was like, "I was beginning to wonder if you were still alive." Yes, alive and kicking, babee. Alive and kicking.
Saturday, I basically slept until Noon. I woke up on the couch at 8:00 and went and got in bed about 9:00. Went over to Decatur to help Tag & Kyle film a wedding. Ran into Deangelo over there. He was doing the photography. He used to work with my dad at the paper, but now works at another paper. The reception was at the country club. The food was decent, although I put a couple of things in my mouth without having any idea what they were. Oh well, it's not the first time. What? I tell ya one thing I realized. When someone has an open bar at a reception, some people have a really tough time leaving. I was beginning to think they didn't even have anything non-alcoholic, but finally found some crappy punch and ice water.
Anyhow, after that, I ran to Dillards to look for some deals. Got a couple of shirts. There was this hottie... um, well, let's just say a very attractive young lady, working ;-) Her name was Jane. Well, the last shirt I picked up was all the way across the store, but I wandered back to her department and was like, "Can I just pay for these anywhere?" She said, "Yeah, I'll get you right here." I asked when they were having their big summer clearance sale, cos this clearly wasn't it. She said probably in a couple of weeks. I did get those two shirts for like $21 though, so that wasn't bad at all. Well, I figured I'd made enough progress there for one day, so I bolted. K and I headed to Huntsville after that to shoot pool at the Jazz Factory. Most of the games were OK. Got back in town about 10:45. I went by Taco Bell and picked up some food, and stopped by Matt's for a bit. Got home about 2:00, I think. I can't remember. lol
I don't know what's going on tonight. Oh wait, yes I do. Nothing. WOOOOO!! I kinda wanna go over to the river or something. We'll see.
"And it's all that I can do. I'm a site for my sore eyes. But it's all I am so, don't tell me, how to be, cos I like some suffering. Don't ask me, what I need. I'm just fine here, finding me..."
Saturday, I basically slept until Noon. I woke up on the couch at 8:00 and went and got in bed about 9:00. Went over to Decatur to help Tag & Kyle film a wedding. Ran into Deangelo over there. He was doing the photography. He used to work with my dad at the paper, but now works at another paper. The reception was at the country club. The food was decent, although I put a couple of things in my mouth without having any idea what they were. Oh well, it's not the first time. What? I tell ya one thing I realized. When someone has an open bar at a reception, some people have a really tough time leaving. I was beginning to think they didn't even have anything non-alcoholic, but finally found some crappy punch and ice water.
Anyhow, after that, I ran to Dillards to look for some deals. Got a couple of shirts. There was this hottie... um, well, let's just say a very attractive young lady, working ;-) Her name was Jane. Well, the last shirt I picked up was all the way across the store, but I wandered back to her department and was like, "Can I just pay for these anywhere?" She said, "Yeah, I'll get you right here." I asked when they were having their big summer clearance sale, cos this clearly wasn't it. She said probably in a couple of weeks. I did get those two shirts for like $21 though, so that wasn't bad at all. Well, I figured I'd made enough progress there for one day, so I bolted. K and I headed to Huntsville after that to shoot pool at the Jazz Factory. Most of the games were OK. Got back in town about 10:45. I went by Taco Bell and picked up some food, and stopped by Matt's for a bit. Got home about 2:00, I think. I can't remember. lol
I don't know what's going on tonight. Oh wait, yes I do. Nothing. WOOOOO!! I kinda wanna go over to the river or something. We'll see.
"And it's all that I can do. I'm a site for my sore eyes. But it's all I am so, don't tell me, how to be, cos I like some suffering. Don't ask me, what I need. I'm just fine here, finding me..."
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