I feel like I am on an episode of Star Trek and this is my little captain's log. I don't really have too much to write about at this point, but I thought I would drop a line on here for those precious few who are actually reading this (I got your emails...I am updating this finally...but for the sake of my sanity...please just leave a comment).
The first of my summer adventures has come and passed, and I miss it. This was the family reunion trip. Things didn't happen they way I wanted it to, and we only ended up spending about an hour and some change at the actual reunion. But all in all, we had a good time. The cabin we stayed in was absolutely atrocious. It was obviously a fisherman's cabin for the lake we were on, and the cleanliness depicted this fact nicely. The beds were big and comfy, but they were brown from obvious years of use. As for the funtime merriment...well, there wasn't much. It rained for much of Friday, leaving us stuck inside with nothing to do. There wasn't any cable to speak of, so watching TV was not happening. We ended up going to my family's house and hung out there for a while, basically having a mini-reunion if you will. Because of the state of the cabin, we had to get out of there, so Friday night we spent driving around, trying to pickup a cell phone signal to make a reservation to a hotel. I know what you're saying..."Why don't you just go home?" "Its not like you were far away or anything?" Well, we didn't want to go home. We wanted an indoor pool for the girls to go swimming in, and I wanted to stay somewhere nice and different for the remainder of the weekend, so we reserved a room at a new Fairfield Suites in Clarksville, IN (just across the river from Louisville) and stayed there. The girls loved it, and we slept like babies that night. So in summary...we didn't go boating on the lake...the cabin was disgusting...we only spent an hour and a half at the reunion...and we ended up staying the last night in a hotel. Sounds like nothing went according to plan and I should be upset, huh? Well, you're wrong. If there's one thing people have come to learn about me, its that I love the unexpected. Sure, I love to have everything mapped out, but I allow myself to deviate from that plan if I have to. And as far as I am concerned, we had the best time possible, and it made my love for my future wife that much more. It was great...so what's next?
Our trip to New York has been cancelled. Cyndi's (my woman) mother has decided she isn't going to watch Cyndi's children while we go to New York, so this has left us in a pickle. So instead of breaking the court order to not take the children out of state without the ex's permission (which he will obviously deny just to be a cockhead), we have decided to just not go...which is fine considering that it would have cost us damn near $1000 to do it. Money well saved. So that frees up that weekend. What we have decided to do is take the girls to Lake Michigan to go swimming that weekend. I think they will love it. It sure as hell beats spending a weekend with their grandmother. Other than that, all the other plans are still on and I can't wait....bring it on...summer rules.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Sunday, June 13, 2004
Busy weekend leads to busy summer
Well, this was by far the most whirlwind of all weekends, believe me. Three shindigs of varying importance, and several events set to transpire in the coming months, all happening within a 72-hour time frame. Below is a listing of what happened and what's to come. You'll get a pretty CLEAR depiction of just how busy things have gotten.
Parties
Friday - My bride-to-be and myself attended my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary. It was held in a quaint little room in a good-sized banquet facility. The price of the food during normal dining is listed in the local paper as moderate, so you can imagine the type of fare we were expecting to have. But never in my wildest dreams did I expect to be exposed to food of this caliber. Lets put it this way, for those who aren't too keen on massive details...it sucked. It was basically a buffet dinner, which I am not opposed to in the slightest. The salad was the traditional roughage, with broccoli and cauliflower thrown in for good measure. The choice of dressings was either fat-free Ranch (barf), a paltry excuse for French, or a dismal and bland oily Italian (the little lady hated it). The dinner was worse. Rock hard rolls with no butter, grease-infused chicken, very wet cole slaw, bland scalloped potatoes, and the worst cafeteria-style mashed potatoes I have ever tasted. It was horrible. But, it was quickly forgotten as we celebrated this huge milestone in the sacred bond of love. Aside from the food, it was a fabulous occasion.
Saturday - My lady's older daughter celebrated her 4th b-day today at a bash we had thrown for us at The Children's Museum of Indy. An expensive effort, but rewarding nonetheless when we saw her face light up in joy. It was marred by an accounting error and a lack of cohesive organization on the part of the organizers. Basically they wanted $50 more than they were owed and because they took too long to play dress up with the children, we had our party go over and the present-opening was cut from the itinery. Pissed us off, but it was still fun.
Sunday - Went to the woman's friend's shipping-off party. Her friend is heading to the Navy on Tuesday, so this is their send off to her. Had some good food, mingled, watched some insightful TV, and learned that if you pet a male Pug dog on the back of the neck just right, his little pink rocket will pop out for the whole world to see. A learning experience for everyone to indulge in.
Plans
Listed here are things we are supposed to do for the next 2 months. This is in no particular order, but is on the agenda:
Weekend camping trip
Weekend trip to Kings Island with another couple
Family Reunion in Southern Indiana
Surprise 50th b-day party for my woman's aunt in New York
My niece's 5th b-day party
Fourth of July cook-out with my family
Company picnic at the zoo
Company outing to Kentucky Kingdom
This is all things I have learned of planned in the past week, and summer hasn't even officially begun yet. Oh what fun lies in the near future. Also, stick in a potential trip to Cedar Point with the lady's boss, and yet more hilarity ensues. Ah, summer...just a couple days ago I was yearning for the old days...now I feel like my wish is granted...more things to do than I have time/money for.
Parties
Friday - My bride-to-be and myself attended my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary. It was held in a quaint little room in a good-sized banquet facility. The price of the food during normal dining is listed in the local paper as moderate, so you can imagine the type of fare we were expecting to have. But never in my wildest dreams did I expect to be exposed to food of this caliber. Lets put it this way, for those who aren't too keen on massive details...it sucked. It was basically a buffet dinner, which I am not opposed to in the slightest. The salad was the traditional roughage, with broccoli and cauliflower thrown in for good measure. The choice of dressings was either fat-free Ranch (barf), a paltry excuse for French, or a dismal and bland oily Italian (the little lady hated it). The dinner was worse. Rock hard rolls with no butter, grease-infused chicken, very wet cole slaw, bland scalloped potatoes, and the worst cafeteria-style mashed potatoes I have ever tasted. It was horrible. But, it was quickly forgotten as we celebrated this huge milestone in the sacred bond of love. Aside from the food, it was a fabulous occasion.
Saturday - My lady's older daughter celebrated her 4th b-day today at a bash we had thrown for us at The Children's Museum of Indy. An expensive effort, but rewarding nonetheless when we saw her face light up in joy. It was marred by an accounting error and a lack of cohesive organization on the part of the organizers. Basically they wanted $50 more than they were owed and because they took too long to play dress up with the children, we had our party go over and the present-opening was cut from the itinery. Pissed us off, but it was still fun.
Sunday - Went to the woman's friend's shipping-off party. Her friend is heading to the Navy on Tuesday, so this is their send off to her. Had some good food, mingled, watched some insightful TV, and learned that if you pet a male Pug dog on the back of the neck just right, his little pink rocket will pop out for the whole world to see. A learning experience for everyone to indulge in.
Plans
Listed here are things we are supposed to do for the next 2 months. This is in no particular order, but is on the agenda:
Weekend camping trip
Weekend trip to Kings Island with another couple
Family Reunion in Southern Indiana
Surprise 50th b-day party for my woman's aunt in New York
My niece's 5th b-day party
Fourth of July cook-out with my family
Company picnic at the zoo
Company outing to Kentucky Kingdom
This is all things I have learned of planned in the past week, and summer hasn't even officially begun yet. Oh what fun lies in the near future. Also, stick in a potential trip to Cedar Point with the lady's boss, and yet more hilarity ensues. Ah, summer...just a couple days ago I was yearning for the old days...now I feel like my wish is granted...more things to do than I have time/money for.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
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Hello all...me again.
So another Memorial Day weekend has come and gone and with it, the childish splendor that is summer vacation. I remember a time when I loved Memorial weekend. The Indy 500, barbecues, no more school, road trips with the family. Times were a lot simpler and fun. But now, I look back and I feel empty. A void that has replaced that warmth and happiness. Why? What am I missing? Ah yes....youth. Looking back, I feel old. I know it was only 12 years ago, but when you think about it, that's a really long time. That's infancy, toddler, elementary school-age, puberty, and pre-teen, to put it into perspective. And thinking about THAT alone is enough to make me sick to the stomach. Gone are the carefree days where we can wake up at noon and go to bed at 3am. Gone are the days of calling up your friend and popping over to watch their father's pornos while talking about the intricacies of a boner and how big a certain schoolmate's breasts are. Gone is the excitement of your parents telling you that the whole family is heading to **insert theme park name** for the weekend or to **insert family gathering** in **insert state** for a week. And gone is the passion and desire of a young couple's summer love, tinged with sexual innuendo and heavy petting in a conditioned and controlled "exploration period". Yeah, while some people look at Memorial Day weekend and think about warm weather, swimming pools, and camping trips, I sit back and sadly recall a time when I didn't care about responsibility, and I didn't worry about how much money I have or if I will be able to pay all my bills. I solemnly reminisce on a period of my life where I genuinely felt happy, with no need for outside companionship or monetary stability. Most people love this time of year....I dread it. It brings up painful memories of a doomed first relationship. It leaves me pondering the kind of summers I'll be able to provide my girlfriend's children (and perhaps our own if we ever make it that far), but most of all...it leaves me longing to be young again, in the thick of adolescence, where my only concerns and worries are who's house are we setting a tent up in and how much trouble am I going to be in because I am 20 minutes late in coming home for the night. Ah, growing up....how I loathe your rank embrace of adulthood.
So another Memorial Day weekend has come and gone and with it, the childish splendor that is summer vacation. I remember a time when I loved Memorial weekend. The Indy 500, barbecues, no more school, road trips with the family. Times were a lot simpler and fun. But now, I look back and I feel empty. A void that has replaced that warmth and happiness. Why? What am I missing? Ah yes....youth. Looking back, I feel old. I know it was only 12 years ago, but when you think about it, that's a really long time. That's infancy, toddler, elementary school-age, puberty, and pre-teen, to put it into perspective. And thinking about THAT alone is enough to make me sick to the stomach. Gone are the carefree days where we can wake up at noon and go to bed at 3am. Gone are the days of calling up your friend and popping over to watch their father's pornos while talking about the intricacies of a boner and how big a certain schoolmate's breasts are. Gone is the excitement of your parents telling you that the whole family is heading to **insert theme park name** for the weekend or to **insert family gathering** in **insert state** for a week. And gone is the passion and desire of a young couple's summer love, tinged with sexual innuendo and heavy petting in a conditioned and controlled "exploration period". Yeah, while some people look at Memorial Day weekend and think about warm weather, swimming pools, and camping trips, I sit back and sadly recall a time when I didn't care about responsibility, and I didn't worry about how much money I have or if I will be able to pay all my bills. I solemnly reminisce on a period of my life where I genuinely felt happy, with no need for outside companionship or monetary stability. Most people love this time of year....I dread it. It brings up painful memories of a doomed first relationship. It leaves me pondering the kind of summers I'll be able to provide my girlfriend's children (and perhaps our own if we ever make it that far), but most of all...it leaves me longing to be young again, in the thick of adolescence, where my only concerns and worries are who's house are we setting a tent up in and how much trouble am I going to be in because I am 20 minutes late in coming home for the night. Ah, growing up....how I loathe your rank embrace of adulthood.
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