Well I had the pleasure of my first innertube experience I have had in a very long time. The last time I rode an innertube down a river was back in the day - i was well below driving age, when we would take our annual family trip to Helen, Ga. and tube down the river. I found this great fun, cold as hell, and exciting. (We even saw Conway Twitty and George Jones at this event - bonus days? oh yeah) So, tubing as a juvinile was great fun
However, I recently tubed on a nice warm Georgia river and must say it was quite fun. Lots of sun, and lots and lots of beer. A canoe accompanied us and kept everyone with a cold beverage in had. Unfortunately, it is difficult to realize how much consumption has occurred. I never had that, "gawd I'm so drunk" feeling when I stand up from the sitting position, but let me tell you, getting out of that tube was a potentially life changing experience. I'm told I behaved fairly well as the wifey was there, but just durn I remember standing up and being all woozy. Good times, and I think everyone else was in the same condition.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Getting Old is Hard to Do
I injured my left ankle while running at 10:30 down a little residential street near my house. I really enjoy the late night running when it finally cools off and there is little traffic. So, I beleive I was listening to some enrique iglesies when I finally started to pick up some speed and all the sudden my ankle was turning and I was deciding how I should fall (eat pavement or roll?). Fortunately I didn't injure myself in the fall, but durn if I didn't hurt my ankle.
So I did what any young, somewhat fit, american male would do, I started trying to keep running. Amazingly I made it home, and was in pain, but not that bad. the shin splints were much worse. However, I had to play golf the next day. I was fine for the first 7 holes. Then things went bad. I reinjured it on the last hole. painful.
So, I then tryed to play golf again. heinious idea. Was supposed to play on Saturday, but I canceled. I guess I'll just be sitting at home, watching HBO and icing my foot, like I am right now, at work.
So I did what any young, somewhat fit, american male would do, I started trying to keep running. Amazingly I made it home, and was in pain, but not that bad. the shin splints were much worse. However, I had to play golf the next day. I was fine for the first 7 holes. Then things went bad. I reinjured it on the last hole. painful.
So, I then tryed to play golf again. heinious idea. Was supposed to play on Saturday, but I canceled. I guess I'll just be sitting at home, watching HBO and icing my foot, like I am right now, at work.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Kip on Soul Mates
LaFawnduh is *the* best thing that has ever happened to me. I'm 100% positive she's my soul mate. Don't worry Napoleon, I'm sure there's a babe out there for you too. Peace out.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Bob Vila Strikes Back - The Empire Emerges
Damn if I didn't actually get some shit done this weekend. I installed a barsink (I don't care if that's not one word. Mine is one-word worthy). The bar area of my house has been a bit untidy since move-in. Somehow, I never bothered to install the electrical outlets or fasten down the countertops. (Well I still haven't installed interior doors, but we aren't even going to go there.) So, my barsink looks fabulous. There are under-counter lights, electrical outlets, and a wall-switch. As a bonus, two other outlets in the general area started working too. I mean seriously, as if...
I even have the thing plumbed. Well, the drain leaks, but lets not get greedy here. The drain system under that part of the house had to be re-vamped, as well as the hot and cold water pipes. However, the drain leak should be a speedy fix, so the thing should be operational in, I dunno, a month or so...
As I was cleaning up and admiring my handi-work, A-rod, the tenant comes home and reports her A/C isn't working. This is a problem that the A/C people were called to repair last weekend as well. As I suspected, the drain lines are flawed because they weren't installed with enough slope to allow proper drainage. Did I call someone to tell me this??
Hell no, I am the illegitimate love child of Martha Stewart and Bob Vila. I don't need the A/C man unless something is wrong with the unit itself. So, I trekked it to Lowes for the 15th time and bought the supplies. The drain line now appears to have a nice consistent slope and went from a 3/4" pipe to a 1 1/2" pipe,
So now I have two functioning drains, and found out a head buzz from pipe glue is way over-rated.
I even have the thing plumbed. Well, the drain leaks, but lets not get greedy here. The drain system under that part of the house had to be re-vamped, as well as the hot and cold water pipes. However, the drain leak should be a speedy fix, so the thing should be operational in, I dunno, a month or so...
As I was cleaning up and admiring my handi-work, A-rod, the tenant comes home and reports her A/C isn't working. This is a problem that the A/C people were called to repair last weekend as well. As I suspected, the drain lines are flawed because they weren't installed with enough slope to allow proper drainage. Did I call someone to tell me this??
Hell no, I am the illegitimate love child of Martha Stewart and Bob Vila. I don't need the A/C man unless something is wrong with the unit itself. So, I trekked it to Lowes for the 15th time and bought the supplies. The drain line now appears to have a nice consistent slope and went from a 3/4" pipe to a 1 1/2" pipe,
So now I have two functioning drains, and found out a head buzz from pipe glue is way over-rated.
New Sheets
Wifey went and bought new sheets today. They are pretty and something like 350 thread count. But they still aren't soft. Double washed and not soft. You have to buy 500+ thread count sheets for the insta-soft feel I've become accustomed to. Guess I'm just a Sheet Snob.
Wonder if you can get sheets at the Goodwill. I bet they're soft.
Wonder if you can get sheets at the Goodwill. I bet they're soft.
Well it is Sunday Afterall
I had one of those odd moments today in the car. I was headed to Lowes at 11:00, which here in the south is serious get dressed up and go to church time. But I was driving to Lowes and thinking about the fact that I haven't really attended church regularly in, well its been awhile.
But I remembered the first time I really think God answered a prayer of mine. I still remember that night well. I was probably 9 or 10. Attending Camp Winshape, which if you don't know is the center of the Truett Cathy (aka Chick-fil-A) God-Fearing Universe. There, we were involved in many activities and this was my first experience to "city-boy" camp. It was rather odd, and I was bored most of the time. I honestly don't remember a thing about it, except the fact that my first dog, Abbie, went missing on the day I first phoned my parents. Abbie was a wonderful golden retriever. She was my first dog and I think I was inspired to have her after reading Where the Red Fern Grows.
But have her I did and I loved that dog. Needless to say, I was distraught when my parents told me she had run away. I cried and cried. So sad, my baby had run away. We had daily devotionals at Winshape, and I remember asking everyone to pray for the return of my pup. For good measure, I stayed up most of the night crying about my loss and begging that God please help return her. He must have heard me because I called my parents the next day, and low and behold a nice family across town had seen her crossing their property and kept her. Not only that, but the also found her owner and didn't keep such a wonderful dog to themselves. I really think God answered my prayers that day. I hope he will answer yours.
Our Father who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen.
But I remembered the first time I really think God answered a prayer of mine. I still remember that night well. I was probably 9 or 10. Attending Camp Winshape, which if you don't know is the center of the Truett Cathy (aka Chick-fil-A) God-Fearing Universe. There, we were involved in many activities and this was my first experience to "city-boy" camp. It was rather odd, and I was bored most of the time. I honestly don't remember a thing about it, except the fact that my first dog, Abbie, went missing on the day I first phoned my parents. Abbie was a wonderful golden retriever. She was my first dog and I think I was inspired to have her after reading Where the Red Fern Grows.
But have her I did and I loved that dog. Needless to say, I was distraught when my parents told me she had run away. I cried and cried. So sad, my baby had run away. We had daily devotionals at Winshape, and I remember asking everyone to pray for the return of my pup. For good measure, I stayed up most of the night crying about my loss and begging that God please help return her. He must have heard me because I called my parents the next day, and low and behold a nice family across town had seen her crossing their property and kept her. Not only that, but the also found her owner and didn't keep such a wonderful dog to themselves. I really think God answered my prayers that day. I hope he will answer yours.
Our Father who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Seen on Cheaters
So, you must read this and impose your best redneck voice. If you could go spend some time in a Fleetwood singlewide, that would probably help. Shag carpet not necessary but a definite plus.
Tracy: "So you see, when he proposed we was in the Red Lobster." (big grin)
"but you see he didn have no ring. But I was eat'in a fish dinner and i had a hush puppy"
"An let me teelll you, I bit into the hushpuppy and almost swallowed that ring"
It was just the most romantic thing, but a little painful.
Tracy: "So you see, when he proposed we was in the Red Lobster." (big grin)
"but you see he didn have no ring. But I was eat'in a fish dinner and i had a hush puppy"
"An let me teelll you, I bit into the hushpuppy and almost swallowed that ring"
It was just the most romantic thing, but a little painful.
Epilogue
He actually said, "I think we are soulmates. I just can't stop thinking about you. You are clearly the one."
She actually said, "You need to get a grip on yourself. Are you gonna eat any more of these chips?"
She actually said, "You need to get a grip on yourself. Are you gonna eat any more of these chips?"
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Tough Love
I don't really even know where to begin this post.
I spent the evening with the father of one of my very good friends. For some time one of my best friends, but I'm afraid we might have lost him for awhile. I think my friend has some sort of bi-polar/skitzophrenia disorder. He enjoyed a large quantity of drugs for a period of time and it seems to have disloged something. His father, F, came into town today. F is a rather impressive guy. Big time attorney, smart, calm, cool and collected. I've only met him once or twice, but I could see the worry in his eyes when he stepped out of the hotel and into my car. It was palpable. I've never been close to anyone whose child went missing. But it felt as though this man's child was missing. I know generally where his son is. Hell, I could call him or text him right now. But he's definitely missing. Something came loose and nothing has been the same since.
This post is about F. I felt so horrible for him. You could tell that being estranged from his son was absoulutely eating him alive and that he knew there was absolutely nothing he could do. Its terribly sad to see someone so accomplished and who seems to be such a good guy totally demoralized and frightened because he fears for his son and is afraid the boy he used to know and the young man he became may have just left us all forever. It was the unknowing, the fright. I wish I could tell him more, tell him everything is going to be ok, that his son will be the person he knows again, soon. But I couldn't.
I just have no concept of what its like to even have a child, much less fear for that child's well-being on a minute-by-minute basis. Knowing how the sadness I feel paled in comparison to what he was feeling was almost too much for me to bear.
I beleive this would be the ultimate test of pure blind faith. Faith that something, someone out there is in control and that things really do happen for reasons we are incapable of understanding. I guess I just wonder if I have it.
I spent the evening with the father of one of my very good friends. For some time one of my best friends, but I'm afraid we might have lost him for awhile. I think my friend has some sort of bi-polar/skitzophrenia disorder. He enjoyed a large quantity of drugs for a period of time and it seems to have disloged something. His father, F, came into town today. F is a rather impressive guy. Big time attorney, smart, calm, cool and collected. I've only met him once or twice, but I could see the worry in his eyes when he stepped out of the hotel and into my car. It was palpable. I've never been close to anyone whose child went missing. But it felt as though this man's child was missing. I know generally where his son is. Hell, I could call him or text him right now. But he's definitely missing. Something came loose and nothing has been the same since.
This post is about F. I felt so horrible for him. You could tell that being estranged from his son was absoulutely eating him alive and that he knew there was absolutely nothing he could do. Its terribly sad to see someone so accomplished and who seems to be such a good guy totally demoralized and frightened because he fears for his son and is afraid the boy he used to know and the young man he became may have just left us all forever. It was the unknowing, the fright. I wish I could tell him more, tell him everything is going to be ok, that his son will be the person he knows again, soon. But I couldn't.
I just have no concept of what its like to even have a child, much less fear for that child's well-being on a minute-by-minute basis. Knowing how the sadness I feel paled in comparison to what he was feeling was almost too much for me to bear.
I beleive this would be the ultimate test of pure blind faith. Faith that something, someone out there is in control and that things really do happen for reasons we are incapable of understanding. I guess I just wonder if I have it.
Old Flames
Its always interesting when two people who dated long ago decide to find each other and meet up for drinks, dinner, or who knows what. So many questionmarks. Possible more than on any blind date. This is serious fodder for a new reality show. I suggest integrating the bubble commentary as seen on the famous "Blind Date." Lets do a little he's thinking she's thinking.
She's Thinking:
Is it a date? Will he offer to pay? Where will we go? Will old flames be rekindled only to be doused by reality? Is he fat? Will those old feelings of passion re-emerge? Can we just sit and eat as "friends"? Will he try and give me a "good night kiss"..will I like it? maybe more?
Will he talk about his wife? Will he squirm when I ask? What are his intentions? Are the noble? Does he love her? What about his kids? Are they good kids? Is he a good dad?
He's Thinking:
I wonder what she looks like? I hope she's still hot.. Is she seeing anyone? Is this going to be awkward? Wonder if she's seeing anyone? Think she'd still be interested in me?
Is she goign to ask about my wife? I hope not. Hmmm. wonder how the pictures of the kid will go over? Will she order the lobster like she always did? Should I pay? I should pay.
Will she still think i'm good looking? Will we still have that old connection?
Well, here we go....
tune in at 11
She's Thinking:
Is it a date? Will he offer to pay? Where will we go? Will old flames be rekindled only to be doused by reality? Is he fat? Will those old feelings of passion re-emerge? Can we just sit and eat as "friends"? Will he try and give me a "good night kiss"..will I like it? maybe more?
Will he talk about his wife? Will he squirm when I ask? What are his intentions? Are the noble? Does he love her? What about his kids? Are they good kids? Is he a good dad?
He's Thinking:
I wonder what she looks like? I hope she's still hot.. Is she seeing anyone? Is this going to be awkward? Wonder if she's seeing anyone? Think she'd still be interested in me?
Is she goign to ask about my wife? I hope not. Hmmm. wonder how the pictures of the kid will go over? Will she order the lobster like she always did? Should I pay? I should pay.
Will she still think i'm good looking? Will we still have that old connection?
Well, here we go....
tune in at 11
Friday, July 14, 2006
Of Closed Doors & Pencils
This post requires visulaization. Picture yourself if you like.
I was talking to a friend of mine who works at a huge law firm and is a very successful attorney when she described a really, really great idea she had just conceived. (Roll the mental footage)
Fist, you find a yellow #2 pencil that hasn't been sharpened just yet.
DECISION: The more advanced test would use a perfectly round, skinny pencil, the less advanced should use the old school octagonal kind.
Second, close your office door. Lock it.
Now, drop your pants. (yes, underwear and all)
Finally, taking the pencil, see if you can hold it up using your butt cheek alone. No cheating
Accoding to my friend, who performed this self examination in a large, high rise law building, you butt is simply too fat if you can hold up a pencil in this manner.
If you actually go through with this, I hope you at least have good sense not to tell anyone.
I was talking to a friend of mine who works at a huge law firm and is a very successful attorney when she described a really, really great idea she had just conceived. (Roll the mental footage)
Fist, you find a yellow #2 pencil that hasn't been sharpened just yet.
DECISION: The more advanced test would use a perfectly round, skinny pencil, the less advanced should use the old school octagonal kind.
Second, close your office door. Lock it.
Now, drop your pants. (yes, underwear and all)
Finally, taking the pencil, see if you can hold it up using your butt cheek alone. No cheating
Accoding to my friend, who performed this self examination in a large, high rise law building, you butt is simply too fat if you can hold up a pencil in this manner.
If you actually go through with this, I hope you at least have good sense not to tell anyone.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
wurkin it...
i had an idea for a post... its kinda hazy. anyways, I pretty much worked in the yard all weekend. nice to be home. still left town - to ATL for mil's b-day. am tired now and not really thinking straight and don't know that I have much to say.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
A response (a bit non-sensical)
A good friend of mine once said, "Its the journey, not the destination that matters." You see, the problem is I'm a destination kind of guy. I want to get there and do. But once I'm there, I'm thinking of the next step. Where is this going? When is this over? Do I really have to sit through this? Can't I just get a clerk to take care of this? Its terribly difficult to just live in the moment and be happy with whatever it is I have or wherever it is I am. I'm always looking for something better, always trying to push myself to be "out there." And exactly WTF does that mean? out there? Can you ever get there?
From wanting my house to look better, to wanting to learn a new skill, to meeting new people, it seems like the horizon is further away every time I look. There are so many things I want to do and experience. Its like I can't get there fast enough. But when you're there, its just opens your eyes to new options.
I try and tell myself that I'm not going to get there and I need to be happy with the here and now. Its damn hard to do. Continuous improvement is a mantra. A way of life. I just can't sit still. Waiting may possibly be the most painful, and constant activity ever endured.
From wanting my house to look better, to wanting to learn a new skill, to meeting new people, it seems like the horizon is further away every time I look. There are so many things I want to do and experience. Its like I can't get there fast enough. But when you're there, its just opens your eyes to new options.
I try and tell myself that I'm not going to get there and I need to be happy with the here and now. Its damn hard to do. Continuous improvement is a mantra. A way of life. I just can't sit still. Waiting may possibly be the most painful, and constant activity ever endured.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Wisdom for the Wise
Someone once said:
You tell a pretty girl she's smart, and a smart girl she's pretty.
Which leads me to ask...
What do you tell a girl who's both pretty and smart?
You tell a pretty girl she's smart, and a smart girl she's pretty.
Which leads me to ask...
What do you tell a girl who's both pretty and smart?
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
longgg week
Well its my last day of summer school tomorrow. And lets all THANK GAWD for that. I'm starting my second job of the summer next week. So, I'm also closing the books on this one. Makes for a busy time. I've really enjoyed the folks i have worked with for the past six weeks. Its nice to work with good people.
In other news.. hmmm.. not much other news with me. I did have the pleasure of sitting on the balcony of my favorite beach resort this evening and discussing life, idiots, intelligence, and generally, wtf is going on. Its always nice to fell like you're catching up with someone you talk to rather regularly. Its never intentional, kinda just happens, but when you walk away, you always feel like, "hey.. that was cool."
Lifes moves fast... if you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you just might miss it.
In other news.. hmmm.. not much other news with me. I did have the pleasure of sitting on the balcony of my favorite beach resort this evening and discussing life, idiots, intelligence, and generally, wtf is going on. Its always nice to fell like you're catching up with someone you talk to rather regularly. Its never intentional, kinda just happens, but when you walk away, you always feel like, "hey.. that was cool."
Lifes moves fast... if you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you just might miss it.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
New Clothes and a Good Weekend
Well this is the first weekend I've actually slept in my bed for three nights in some time. Its quite the expreience, i highly recomend it if you have the means. Did i stay in town? hell no. I made my third trip of the week to Atlanta yesterday to buy some clothes, well actually I went to Dawsonville b/c i love me some Brooks Brothers suits but can't afford the regular variety so I limit my shopping to the outlet mall. Which was still damn expensive, but i did get me some wonderful blue ties and now, hopefully, i won't feel like I wearing the same thing day after day.
I took my friend Tiffany, who did dictation the whole way up there, which is really funny when someone is citing the same case over and over and over again. (she has a pretty hot dictation voice btw- the crappy microphone makes it kinda raspy which i seem to like). Tiff helped me pick out some great ties and it was really good to hang with her over the weekend. She's going through a tough transition in Atlanta, working hard and ... well working hard. I've been there and it sucks, but I'm really proud of her and think she's the greatest.
Also, I got my lawnmower back on saturday. That was sweet. It was embarassing as part of the problem was my idiot self installed the blade upside down and, well, it wasn't working to its fullest potential.
My other trip to Atlanta was for a deposition of an expert witness. I'm really enjoying my job and I was fortunate enough to get asked to attend a deposition regarding a dispute over accounting concepts and the preparation of financial statements. So fun when you can come out swinging and exceed an imporant partner's expectations. Lets just say the deposition went very well, in my not-so-humble opinion.
As for the previous trip to Atlanta, I was there tuesday night also to see Dave Chappelle. What a great show. I was so impressed the racial mix of the crowd was pretty evenly split and the Tabernacle is really a great place to see an act. Dave did some hilarious numbers, about the show Cheaters, which he re-enacted in full, nailing the white dude and the swat team mentality of the production, talked about racial issues and his trip to Africa. I think he felt like Comedy Central's "bottom bitch".
So, all in all, a busy but good week. Now, back to work.
I took my friend Tiffany, who did dictation the whole way up there, which is really funny when someone is citing the same case over and over and over again. (she has a pretty hot dictation voice btw- the crappy microphone makes it kinda raspy which i seem to like). Tiff helped me pick out some great ties and it was really good to hang with her over the weekend. She's going through a tough transition in Atlanta, working hard and ... well working hard. I've been there and it sucks, but I'm really proud of her and think she's the greatest.
Also, I got my lawnmower back on saturday. That was sweet. It was embarassing as part of the problem was my idiot self installed the blade upside down and, well, it wasn't working to its fullest potential.
My other trip to Atlanta was for a deposition of an expert witness. I'm really enjoying my job and I was fortunate enough to get asked to attend a deposition regarding a dispute over accounting concepts and the preparation of financial statements. So fun when you can come out swinging and exceed an imporant partner's expectations. Lets just say the deposition went very well, in my not-so-humble opinion.
As for the previous trip to Atlanta, I was there tuesday night also to see Dave Chappelle. What a great show. I was so impressed the racial mix of the crowd was pretty evenly split and the Tabernacle is really a great place to see an act. Dave did some hilarious numbers, about the show Cheaters, which he re-enacted in full, nailing the white dude and the swat team mentality of the production, talked about racial issues and his trip to Africa. I think he felt like Comedy Central's "bottom bitch".
So, all in all, a busy but good week. Now, back to work.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Fathers Remembered.
disclaimer: long & nostalgic.
I must say I have a wonderful father's day. My parents threw a party for over 175 guests. We had tons of food, a cast iron tub slam full of excellent beer, a band, and lots of friends to celebrate with. Why? Because my father simply wanted to throw a party. (despite rampant speculation he would be announcing his canadicy for superior court judge, which he would not do for 2 reasons, 1)my mother, and 2) he would have to work normal hours, but i digress...)
This weekend was a wonderful reminder of how much I love and respect my father. I strive to live a life as fully and successfully as he does. It was absolutely amazing to see the sheer number and quality of people who came out to a party held really, for "no particular reason." Furthermore, the way my parents worked together to pull off this enormous event was absolutely amazing. Were they stressed out? God yes, but through it all, I don't recall them getting cross with each other or making a scene. Maybe i was too busy grilling the three 5-gallon buckets of marinated chicken breasts. But I doubt it.
My real reminder came when I remembered my computer and all my research for work was sitting in the barn, but I was back in Macon. I called home, woke dad up from an afternoon nap, and tried, to politely ask (in an implied way) him to fly my lost bag to me in macon. He obliged and less than two hours later, I was back to work. I arrived at Herbert Smart as they were on final approach and it was so much fun to see my parents, with their bose headsets and little cessna taxi over and totally remedy the mistake of their adult child. They looked like they were having so much fun, just flying around, enoying the weather, and to some extent their success in life. (even though the didn't really achieve a stated goal of having me keep up with my belongings...)
As I drove back to work, I thought about my mom, about how she must have been too busy to talk about missing her father. This was her first father's day without pop, and after 50+ years of having him around, that had to be hard. We all miss him. He was such a wonderful and understated man. I will always remember his quiet, soothing presence. When he was around, could always be comfortable. He was the most comfortable person in his own skin I do beleive I have ever met. He could sit and talk with people, sit and watch tv, or simply sit in our kitchen and sip a 7&7 and be content to just be there. I know he missed my grandmother terribly after she passed, but I think he would have never moved down here if that hadn't happened. We got to spend 5 really good years with him. Its a period of time I won't ever forget.
I must say I have a wonderful father's day. My parents threw a party for over 175 guests. We had tons of food, a cast iron tub slam full of excellent beer, a band, and lots of friends to celebrate with. Why? Because my father simply wanted to throw a party. (despite rampant speculation he would be announcing his canadicy for superior court judge, which he would not do for 2 reasons, 1)my mother, and 2) he would have to work normal hours, but i digress...)
This weekend was a wonderful reminder of how much I love and respect my father. I strive to live a life as fully and successfully as he does. It was absolutely amazing to see the sheer number and quality of people who came out to a party held really, for "no particular reason." Furthermore, the way my parents worked together to pull off this enormous event was absolutely amazing. Were they stressed out? God yes, but through it all, I don't recall them getting cross with each other or making a scene. Maybe i was too busy grilling the three 5-gallon buckets of marinated chicken breasts. But I doubt it.
My real reminder came when I remembered my computer and all my research for work was sitting in the barn, but I was back in Macon. I called home, woke dad up from an afternoon nap, and tried, to politely ask (in an implied way) him to fly my lost bag to me in macon. He obliged and less than two hours later, I was back to work. I arrived at Herbert Smart as they were on final approach and it was so much fun to see my parents, with their bose headsets and little cessna taxi over and totally remedy the mistake of their adult child. They looked like they were having so much fun, just flying around, enoying the weather, and to some extent their success in life. (even though the didn't really achieve a stated goal of having me keep up with my belongings...)
As I drove back to work, I thought about my mom, about how she must have been too busy to talk about missing her father. This was her first father's day without pop, and after 50+ years of having him around, that had to be hard. We all miss him. He was such a wonderful and understated man. I will always remember his quiet, soothing presence. When he was around, could always be comfortable. He was the most comfortable person in his own skin I do beleive I have ever met. He could sit and talk with people, sit and watch tv, or simply sit in our kitchen and sip a 7&7 and be content to just be there. I know he missed my grandmother terribly after she passed, but I think he would have never moved down here if that hadn't happened. We got to spend 5 really good years with him. Its a period of time I won't ever forget.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Its Midafternoon & I'm Dozy
Why am I always, and I do mean always sleepy between the hours of 2pm and 3:30pm. I even ate a light lunch and i can't keep my damn eyes open.
The mellow yellow isn't working, I'm switching to guns.
The mellow yellow isn't working, I'm switching to guns.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
The series of journies continues...
Ahh, on the road again this weekend. Went to raliegh for one of the most fun weddings I have attended of late. You just can't beat a good 1 o'clock service followed by an afternoon of casino games and adult beverages. Follow that up with some good cuban cigars, appletinis and some very fresh tuna and you have a fabulous weekend. Kelli and Brian real know how to throw a serious party. I wish the best for you guys.
In other news, my love for flying is once again alive. Dad took me to Hilton Head in a Piper Arrow and that thing was great fun. Single engine, variable pitch prop, retractable landing gear and it hauled SERIOUS ASS!! Much fun. Now I just need to schedule my first actual lesson and I'm off to the races. Time to dust the old books off and give it the real college try.
A trip to a wedding like that could only be improved by my possession of an airplane similar to the one above.
In other news, my love for flying is once again alive. Dad took me to Hilton Head in a Piper Arrow and that thing was great fun. Single engine, variable pitch prop, retractable landing gear and it hauled SERIOUS ASS!! Much fun. Now I just need to schedule my first actual lesson and I'm off to the races. Time to dust the old books off and give it the real college try.
A trip to a wedding like that could only be improved by my possession of an airplane similar to the one above.
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