I finally got my blog working properly again! Hurray me!
My templet was very out of date so I got a new one...and modified it to look like my old one. What excuse can I offer? Change is difficult. The important thing is that it's working and you don't have to wait a century for it to load. :)
Thoughts right now....I'm tired. I'm a little lonely, but I don't mind being alone. I'd really like to fall in love again. I'd like to make love again, not simply have sex. I want to feel that moment of awe and power and life that comes with exploring and cherishing the one you love. I want that one to love me in the same awestricken manner. I had it once and it was beautiful. But we rarely appreciate those beautiful moments when we are experiencing them. I'm trying to learn to appreciate every little detail and occurance in my life. Wish me luck.
I want somebody who sees the pointlessness and still keeps their purpose in mind;
I want somebody who has a tortured soul...some of the time;
I want somebody who will either put out for me
or put me out of misery;
Or maybe just put it all to words and make me say, "You know, I never heard it put that way".
Make me say, "What did you just say?"
~Ani Difranco "Asking Too Much"
Friday, July 25, 2003
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
Jeez! Working out kicked my ass this afternoon!!!!
I figure if I keep this up, I'll have no fucking energy to do anything, but I'll look damn good! :)
A Sad Day at the Methadone Clinic
It is as I feared. Captain Random is no longer employed at the clinic. He called the Program Director today and called back to give me messages to relay to certain individuals. This whole "sitchie" pisses me off. There are counselors at work that are probably farther behind than he was...it's just dependent upon luck, I suppose. He just got nailed, poor bastard. I hope that he keeps in touch. I'll miss him. One thing is for sure, my vocabulary has been irrevocably altered through my daily interaction with him for the past 7 months. Words like "sitchie' (situation) and "dealio" (deal), "choo choo" (train) and "pee pee" (penis) frequently find their way out of my mouth now. Take care, Enrique! Watch out for the "peters" (patients)!
Christina vs. The Volcano
Earler, after munching down a bowl of Special K Red Berries, I began watching a show on volcanos on the History Channel and I ended up falling asleep on the couch. The show was messing with my dreams. I dreamt that Ben, Chris, Shawn and I were going through some magic portal that put us on top of a volcano that had cooled just enough to form a thin cap over the mouth. We all kept getting covered with ash and I was worried about the others getting buried for good. The weird thing was that it was freezing on the volcano top...the ash reminded me of snow, I guess. That and the air conditioner was on full blast upstairs. :) I woke up very confused about an hour ago with numb arms and a puddle of drool on my pillow. Well I'm going to bed.
Sleep tight and watch out for the mon chee chees!
I figure if I keep this up, I'll have no fucking energy to do anything, but I'll look damn good! :)
A Sad Day at the Methadone Clinic
It is as I feared. Captain Random is no longer employed at the clinic. He called the Program Director today and called back to give me messages to relay to certain individuals. This whole "sitchie" pisses me off. There are counselors at work that are probably farther behind than he was...it's just dependent upon luck, I suppose. He just got nailed, poor bastard. I hope that he keeps in touch. I'll miss him. One thing is for sure, my vocabulary has been irrevocably altered through my daily interaction with him for the past 7 months. Words like "sitchie' (situation) and "dealio" (deal), "choo choo" (train) and "pee pee" (penis) frequently find their way out of my mouth now. Take care, Enrique! Watch out for the "peters" (patients)!
Christina vs. The Volcano
Earler, after munching down a bowl of Special K Red Berries, I began watching a show on volcanos on the History Channel and I ended up falling asleep on the couch. The show was messing with my dreams. I dreamt that Ben, Chris, Shawn and I were going through some magic portal that put us on top of a volcano that had cooled just enough to form a thin cap over the mouth. We all kept getting covered with ash and I was worried about the others getting buried for good. The weird thing was that it was freezing on the volcano top...the ash reminded me of snow, I guess. That and the air conditioner was on full blast upstairs. :) I woke up very confused about an hour ago with numb arms and a puddle of drool on my pillow. Well I'm going to bed.
Sleep tight and watch out for the mon chee chees!
Sunday, July 20, 2003
I went out with a few girls from work and my sister and sister-in-law on Saturday night. We went to Chi Chi's and then filed down to Atlantis Night Club.
Dinner was great, however the club was lame. The Convertible Blondes were playing and they were somewhat entertaining, but overall being in the bar left a bad taste in my mouth. I was in a bit of a pissy depressive mood so I just sat back and people watched. As I looked around I saw nothing but lonely, empty people trying to fill that emptiness with alcohol, loud music, flashing lights, dancing, and the hope of taking someone home. And I was there with them...one of them. I went to have fun...to forget about my concerns and troubles and to lose myself in a few beers or on the dance floor. But I sat watching and realized how futile their search and mine truly was.
A friend pointed out to me once that happiness can only be found in yourself. The act of looking for happiness outside of the self, desire, causes pain and suffering. Once you become reconciled to what is, you find a certain contentment and peace. I keep forgetting that. It's so easy to forget.
So I'm just going to try to be happy with what is...to live in and be happy in the moment. And if I notice things I am unhappy with I will do what I can in the moment to change them...but I will not dwell on the future. And I will not dwell on that emptiness inside my chest. The more you dwell on it, the more you feed it, and the larger it becomes.
So I'll just ignore it. Maybe it will go away.
Dinner was great, however the club was lame. The Convertible Blondes were playing and they were somewhat entertaining, but overall being in the bar left a bad taste in my mouth. I was in a bit of a pissy depressive mood so I just sat back and people watched. As I looked around I saw nothing but lonely, empty people trying to fill that emptiness with alcohol, loud music, flashing lights, dancing, and the hope of taking someone home. And I was there with them...one of them. I went to have fun...to forget about my concerns and troubles and to lose myself in a few beers or on the dance floor. But I sat watching and realized how futile their search and mine truly was.
A friend pointed out to me once that happiness can only be found in yourself. The act of looking for happiness outside of the self, desire, causes pain and suffering. Once you become reconciled to what is, you find a certain contentment and peace. I keep forgetting that. It's so easy to forget.
So I'm just going to try to be happy with what is...to live in and be happy in the moment. And if I notice things I am unhappy with I will do what I can in the moment to change them...but I will not dwell on the future. And I will not dwell on that emptiness inside my chest. The more you dwell on it, the more you feed it, and the larger it becomes.
So I'll just ignore it. Maybe it will go away.
Saturday, July 19, 2003
Here's another Saturday. I will attempt to amuse myself with the company of my family and the company of some ladies that I work with tonight, in hopes that I can rid myself of the bad taste that this week has left with me.
Captain Random
Work has been more stressful than usual this week due to some interesting decisions by management. First of all, my dear co-worker Eric will no longer grace the clinic with his peculiar humor and his eccentric ways. Due to being behind in progress notes and due to being not very good at this documentation, he is being let go by management. He was told of this possibility last Friday and has taken all of his sick days this week to ensure being paid for them. He has a doctor friend that owed him a favor and wrote him an excuse for the whole week. The poor boy mysteriously developed an inner ear infection that can cause nausea and vertigo.
I'm greatly annoyed at the reasons he has been giving for his imminent firing. Eric and I trained together and we were never trained in how to write a proper progress note. We were told to document what we did, but now how to do so. I, being extremely anal, took that to mean that we write every little detail. Eric, being not so gifted as I with the written word, took that to mean that we document what was done and very breifly what was discussed. About two months ago they threatened him with possible discharge and I sat down and taught him how to write progress notes. Since then he's been catching his charts up, but it seems like they already had their minds made up.
I approached his supervisor yesterday and asked how far behind he actually was. She told me most of his charts hadn't been written in since May. I pulled three of mine out for her and showed her that I too had not written in many of mine since May. She then said, "Well...your case notes are more detailed...". I pointed out that everyone was behind at least to May because of the case load. She floundered a little. This whole situation makes me nauseous.
Eric called me earlier in the week to get a feel for what was going on with management and to tell Kevin "the dealio". Everyone has been asking where he has been, and everyone is afraid that he's quit or been fired, and I haven't been able to tell them. He is the guy at work that can make you laugh no matter how upset you are. He's one weird motherfucker, that's for sure, but he's well liked. Morale is going to plummet when this news hits the rest of the staff on Monday. But what can you do?
Here's to you, Captain Eric Random, Driver of the Choo Choo! You will be sorely missed!
Catching up is hard to do...
I know you're all aware of the fact that my case load and every counselor's case load at work is ridiculous. As a result, we're all at least two months behind in documentation. I usually go in and work on Saturdays in an attempt to get caught up. Today I got up and went in as usual and I was told to either go home or get written up since it was not my assigned Saturday to work. How fucking ridiculous is that? It's not like I fucking claim it on my goddamn time sheet! I'm there because I have about 7 patients that only come in on Saturdays and if they get take-homes for two weeks, sometimes my designated Saturday to work is not the Saturday that they come in to get their medication and I end up missing them totally!!!!! I'm also there because Saturdays are valuable days in which I can write progress notes and file paperwork!!! It appears that they do not want to allow us to get caught up. It appears that I, Aeon Flux, may be following Captain Random out the door if this continues. Motherfuckers.
Captain Random
Work has been more stressful than usual this week due to some interesting decisions by management. First of all, my dear co-worker Eric will no longer grace the clinic with his peculiar humor and his eccentric ways. Due to being behind in progress notes and due to being not very good at this documentation, he is being let go by management. He was told of this possibility last Friday and has taken all of his sick days this week to ensure being paid for them. He has a doctor friend that owed him a favor and wrote him an excuse for the whole week. The poor boy mysteriously developed an inner ear infection that can cause nausea and vertigo.
I'm greatly annoyed at the reasons he has been giving for his imminent firing. Eric and I trained together and we were never trained in how to write a proper progress note. We were told to document what we did, but now how to do so. I, being extremely anal, took that to mean that we write every little detail. Eric, being not so gifted as I with the written word, took that to mean that we document what was done and very breifly what was discussed. About two months ago they threatened him with possible discharge and I sat down and taught him how to write progress notes. Since then he's been catching his charts up, but it seems like they already had their minds made up.
I approached his supervisor yesterday and asked how far behind he actually was. She told me most of his charts hadn't been written in since May. I pulled three of mine out for her and showed her that I too had not written in many of mine since May. She then said, "Well...your case notes are more detailed...". I pointed out that everyone was behind at least to May because of the case load. She floundered a little. This whole situation makes me nauseous.
Eric called me earlier in the week to get a feel for what was going on with management and to tell Kevin "the dealio". Everyone has been asking where he has been, and everyone is afraid that he's quit or been fired, and I haven't been able to tell them. He is the guy at work that can make you laugh no matter how upset you are. He's one weird motherfucker, that's for sure, but he's well liked. Morale is going to plummet when this news hits the rest of the staff on Monday. But what can you do?
Here's to you, Captain Eric Random, Driver of the Choo Choo! You will be sorely missed!
Catching up is hard to do...
I know you're all aware of the fact that my case load and every counselor's case load at work is ridiculous. As a result, we're all at least two months behind in documentation. I usually go in and work on Saturdays in an attempt to get caught up. Today I got up and went in as usual and I was told to either go home or get written up since it was not my assigned Saturday to work. How fucking ridiculous is that? It's not like I fucking claim it on my goddamn time sheet! I'm there because I have about 7 patients that only come in on Saturdays and if they get take-homes for two weeks, sometimes my designated Saturday to work is not the Saturday that they come in to get their medication and I end up missing them totally!!!!! I'm also there because Saturdays are valuable days in which I can write progress notes and file paperwork!!! It appears that they do not want to allow us to get caught up. It appears that I, Aeon Flux, may be following Captain Random out the door if this continues. Motherfuckers.
Sunday, July 13, 2003
A few good men...
I met up with Zac, Tator, Patrick B., and Nick (a few high school buddies) at Nick's apartment in South Charleston last night. We sat arouind talking and drinking, while Nick and Zac took turns playing acoustic guitar and the rest of us sang along to the songs that we knew. I had one too many girly beers (Schmirnoff Ice) and wasn't fit to drive myself home so I crashed there. Zac, Tator, and I did the Bob Evans breakfast this morning, as Patrick and Nick both had to jet early in the AM.
It was a fun evening spent laughing, reminiscing over past good times, and bringing each other up to date on the current status of our lives. Now that I sit back and think about it, these guys remind me very much of my current close circle of friends. I think that Nick would be the Ben of our group, Zac is Pat Strick, Tator is closest in personality to Shawn, and Patrick reminds me very much of Ken. I find it intriguing that Patrick and Ken are similar intelligence and personality-wise and both happen to be Asian American (one Vietnamese American and the other Japanese American). Very interesting.
Of Pirates and Extraornidary Gentlemen
Ben, Cyndi, and I went to see The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and Pirates of the Caribbean earlier yesterday. The League had pretty special effects and cinematography, but a horrible script. There were a couple of good moments of acting, but for the most part the acting was really, really bad. Very overdramatic. Dorian Gray intrigued me...but that might be just because he was sexy and not that his part was written well. Anyway, don't waste your dollars on this film.
Pirates of the Caribbean, however, was fan-fucking-tastic! Awesome special effects, wonderful acting, great battles and action sequences, and very witty dialogue. Johnny Depp was hilarious as the charismatic pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow...and damn! he was sexy even if he was disgustingly filthy and dirty. (I'd roll in the dirt with him any day.) Ben and I went with his family to see it again today. It's just that damn good. Shiver me timbers! Go now to yonder moving picture house and watch this movie, me harties! Lest you end up meeting your end in Davy Jones' Locker! Yo ho ho! A pirate's life for me!
I met up with Zac, Tator, Patrick B., and Nick (a few high school buddies) at Nick's apartment in South Charleston last night. We sat arouind talking and drinking, while Nick and Zac took turns playing acoustic guitar and the rest of us sang along to the songs that we knew. I had one too many girly beers (Schmirnoff Ice) and wasn't fit to drive myself home so I crashed there. Zac, Tator, and I did the Bob Evans breakfast this morning, as Patrick and Nick both had to jet early in the AM.
It was a fun evening spent laughing, reminiscing over past good times, and bringing each other up to date on the current status of our lives. Now that I sit back and think about it, these guys remind me very much of my current close circle of friends. I think that Nick would be the Ben of our group, Zac is Pat Strick, Tator is closest in personality to Shawn, and Patrick reminds me very much of Ken. I find it intriguing that Patrick and Ken are similar intelligence and personality-wise and both happen to be Asian American (one Vietnamese American and the other Japanese American). Very interesting.
Of Pirates and Extraornidary Gentlemen
Ben, Cyndi, and I went to see The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and Pirates of the Caribbean earlier yesterday. The League had pretty special effects and cinematography, but a horrible script. There were a couple of good moments of acting, but for the most part the acting was really, really bad. Very overdramatic. Dorian Gray intrigued me...but that might be just because he was sexy and not that his part was written well. Anyway, don't waste your dollars on this film.
Pirates of the Caribbean, however, was fan-fucking-tastic! Awesome special effects, wonderful acting, great battles and action sequences, and very witty dialogue. Johnny Depp was hilarious as the charismatic pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow...and damn! he was sexy even if he was disgustingly filthy and dirty. (I'd roll in the dirt with him any day.) Ben and I went with his family to see it again today. It's just that damn good. Shiver me timbers! Go now to yonder moving picture house and watch this movie, me harties! Lest you end up meeting your end in Davy Jones' Locker! Yo ho ho! A pirate's life for me!
Friday, July 11, 2003
You've got junkmail!
Sometimes I wonder why I even check my email. It seems like I only receive advertisements for "quick and easy" loans, Viagra, or porn these days. And no messages from my friends. *sigh*
G-lame-our Shots
Anyway, a few weeks ago a woman I work with hosted a Glamour Shots party at her home and invited everyone at work. She got half of the cost that we paid for our pictures, so I decided what the hell. I deeply regretted my spur of the moment decision to participate once I arrived and the stylists started slapping coats of makeup on my face and teasing my hair up to the ceiling. But I got through it somehow....even though the photographer made me pose in one of the pictures with shoulders bare and a black cowboy hat placed over my ample bossoms so it looked like I was naked. I protested, but he forced me anyway, saying that I might marry a real country boy one day. "Not likely", was my cold reply.
Today our pictures came back and we again went to Jay's home so the salesman could tell me how gorgous I look in the photos and attempt to convince me how badly I need to "treat myself" to at least a $100 set of proofs, if not a $300 full set. My initial reaction when I saw my pictures was an uncomfortable laughter and I thought, "These look nothing like me! I look so fake!" They printed out 4 8x10s and the rest were on smaller sheets. I actually liked one of the ones on smaller sheets, however the guy wouldn't sell only it to me. I got an 8x10 free, however, I didn't really like any of them. But free is free, so I chose the one that I felt epitomized my Glamour Shot experience. I have a blue feather boa wrapped around my shoulders and I'm looking back over my shoulder and the look on my face says, "I can't believe I'm doing this. If I have to take another picture I'm gonna shove that camera so far up your asscrack, mister, that you'll be shitting Kodak for weeks!"
For a second there I was almost tempted to buy the proofs just so I could have that one picture that I liked. It's so pitiable that one moment of my personal beauty should mean that much to me that I would spend such a ridiculous sum of money to obtain a record of it. Either I'm very, very vain or I have very low self-confidence and was trying to cling to that fleeting moment of prettiness. I think it's the latter. How lame is that?
Sometimes I wonder why I even check my email. It seems like I only receive advertisements for "quick and easy" loans, Viagra, or porn these days. And no messages from my friends. *sigh*
G-lame-our Shots
Anyway, a few weeks ago a woman I work with hosted a Glamour Shots party at her home and invited everyone at work. She got half of the cost that we paid for our pictures, so I decided what the hell. I deeply regretted my spur of the moment decision to participate once I arrived and the stylists started slapping coats of makeup on my face and teasing my hair up to the ceiling. But I got through it somehow....even though the photographer made me pose in one of the pictures with shoulders bare and a black cowboy hat placed over my ample bossoms so it looked like I was naked. I protested, but he forced me anyway, saying that I might marry a real country boy one day. "Not likely", was my cold reply.
Today our pictures came back and we again went to Jay's home so the salesman could tell me how gorgous I look in the photos and attempt to convince me how badly I need to "treat myself" to at least a $100 set of proofs, if not a $300 full set. My initial reaction when I saw my pictures was an uncomfortable laughter and I thought, "These look nothing like me! I look so fake!" They printed out 4 8x10s and the rest were on smaller sheets. I actually liked one of the ones on smaller sheets, however the guy wouldn't sell only it to me. I got an 8x10 free, however, I didn't really like any of them. But free is free, so I chose the one that I felt epitomized my Glamour Shot experience. I have a blue feather boa wrapped around my shoulders and I'm looking back over my shoulder and the look on my face says, "I can't believe I'm doing this. If I have to take another picture I'm gonna shove that camera so far up your asscrack, mister, that you'll be shitting Kodak for weeks!"
For a second there I was almost tempted to buy the proofs just so I could have that one picture that I liked. It's so pitiable that one moment of my personal beauty should mean that much to me that I would spend such a ridiculous sum of money to obtain a record of it. Either I'm very, very vain or I have very low self-confidence and was trying to cling to that fleeting moment of prettiness. I think it's the latter. How lame is that?
Thursday, July 10, 2003
I think I was a tiny, wee bit annoyed when I posted last.
Anyway, the boys recovered nicely and everything worked out. Between swimming in a salty hotel pool, fitting five people in the hot tub in our room, getting scorched playing mini golf, and taking a refreshing dip in Salt Fork Lake we had a great time. Or at least I did.
I came back with a couple of goofy pictures and a stupid-ass sun burn on my shoulders and neck. Yup, I have a sun burn collar. There goes any chance of wearing a low cut shirt any time soon...at least until I get this tan line straightened out.
I've been thinking about my spiritual direction and my direction in life for the past few days. One of the new guys at work witnesses to me the other day...told me that God loves me, always has, and always will in spite of wrongs. I'm so tired inside and hearing his message made me cry...and made me wish that I could believe in it again. I even prayed on the way home. I can't remember the last time, before that, that I had prayed.
I'm just very tired of being mostly unhappy. I know that happiness can only be found in myself, but I'm not sure where to start. There's so much gunk and muck that I'll have to dig through...it seems an insurmountable task.
Clinic News
One of my patients who has tested positive ever since admission for benzos and cocaine in addition to his methadone, produced a clean drug screen for me last week. I was astounded! I only hope that he didn't fake it somehow. But he's been coming to counseling sessions lately...he normally comes with some excuse why he can't sit and talk. He's working, he got a much needed hair cut, and he actually appears sober when he comes to see me. And what brought about this great change? I asked him what the hell he thought he was doing. I pointed out to him that although he had not used opiates since he was admitted, he was still abusing drugs, and still not in control of his life. I told him that since he wasn't taking the program seriously, I wasn't taking him seriously and decided that if he couldn't sober up within a month, I was asking for an administrative discharge. And it worked. I'm going to screen him tomorrow, I think and see if he's still clean. I've got my fingers crossed.
Anyway, the boys recovered nicely and everything worked out. Between swimming in a salty hotel pool, fitting five people in the hot tub in our room, getting scorched playing mini golf, and taking a refreshing dip in Salt Fork Lake we had a great time. Or at least I did.
I came back with a couple of goofy pictures and a stupid-ass sun burn on my shoulders and neck. Yup, I have a sun burn collar. There goes any chance of wearing a low cut shirt any time soon...at least until I get this tan line straightened out.
I've been thinking about my spiritual direction and my direction in life for the past few days. One of the new guys at work witnesses to me the other day...told me that God loves me, always has, and always will in spite of wrongs. I'm so tired inside and hearing his message made me cry...and made me wish that I could believe in it again. I even prayed on the way home. I can't remember the last time, before that, that I had prayed.
I'm just very tired of being mostly unhappy. I know that happiness can only be found in myself, but I'm not sure where to start. There's so much gunk and muck that I'll have to dig through...it seems an insurmountable task.
Clinic News
One of my patients who has tested positive ever since admission for benzos and cocaine in addition to his methadone, produced a clean drug screen for me last week. I was astounded! I only hope that he didn't fake it somehow. But he's been coming to counseling sessions lately...he normally comes with some excuse why he can't sit and talk. He's working, he got a much needed hair cut, and he actually appears sober when he comes to see me. And what brought about this great change? I asked him what the hell he thought he was doing. I pointed out to him that although he had not used opiates since he was admitted, he was still abusing drugs, and still not in control of his life. I told him that since he wasn't taking the program seriously, I wasn't taking him seriously and decided that if he couldn't sober up within a month, I was asking for an administrative discharge. And it worked. I'm going to screen him tomorrow, I think and see if he's still clean. I've got my fingers crossed.
Saturday, July 05, 2003
I checked in with my friends this morning to see what the plans are and where this lake is exactly that we're supposed to be going to and I learn that Shawn tried to make reservations but none were available. He told this to Chris and somehow Chris didn't bother telling any of the other interested parties that no reservations had been made and the plans are up in the air. Good job boys.
So here I am scrambling to find a reasonably priced room and calling everyone to make sure we still want to do this thing. It sucks to be the only responsible one. It sucks to have a group of apathetic friends. My life is truly lame.
I need to start over. If reincarnation really does happen then maybe suicide is the answer. I'll have to ponder that.
So here I am scrambling to find a reasonably priced room and calling everyone to make sure we still want to do this thing. It sucks to be the only responsible one. It sucks to have a group of apathetic friends. My life is truly lame.
I need to start over. If reincarnation really does happen then maybe suicide is the answer. I'll have to ponder that.
We ended up eating at Chi Chi's. So far no one has developed a burning ring of fire, though we all admitted to being quite "Salsafied!" by the end of the meal.
Pat called from Princeton while we were eating and said he expected to be in Charleston in an hour and a half. Miraculously he arrived after we were finished and waiting for Ben to finish his last beer. He followed some people who were driving 95 mph on the turnpike. As he said, they were probably stealing the old lady in the passenger seat and trying to make a clean get away. Why are people always stealing old ladies? You can buy a perfectly good old lady, all your very own, for $5.00 on the black market in Chicago. Why do you have to steal one when you can buy one? It's shameful.
Anyway we saw the fireworks...and they were lame. After the not so grand finale, we drove to Atlantis to find it very, very dead and also very lame. It was then that we decided that Charleston was lame altogether and decided to call it a night.
I'm guessing that Ben and Pat are playing computer games now. And I'm sitting here in my underwear in front of my computer. I think my life is lame.
Oh well, tomorrow we're going to head up to New Martinsville or New Martinsburg to hang out at a lake or something like that. Hopefully that will prove to be enjoyable. There should be alcohol involved because Chris will be there. (Chris doesn't go anywhere without a cardboard box full of alcohol in the trunk of his car.) And we all know that alcohol makes everything better. Alcohol and swimming. Sounds like a safe combination to me.
Pat called from Princeton while we were eating and said he expected to be in Charleston in an hour and a half. Miraculously he arrived after we were finished and waiting for Ben to finish his last beer. He followed some people who were driving 95 mph on the turnpike. As he said, they were probably stealing the old lady in the passenger seat and trying to make a clean get away. Why are people always stealing old ladies? You can buy a perfectly good old lady, all your very own, for $5.00 on the black market in Chicago. Why do you have to steal one when you can buy one? It's shameful.
Anyway we saw the fireworks...and they were lame. After the not so grand finale, we drove to Atlantis to find it very, very dead and also very lame. It was then that we decided that Charleston was lame altogether and decided to call it a night.
I'm guessing that Ben and Pat are playing computer games now. And I'm sitting here in my underwear in front of my computer. I think my life is lame.
Oh well, tomorrow we're going to head up to New Martinsville or New Martinsburg to hang out at a lake or something like that. Hopefully that will prove to be enjoyable. There should be alcohol involved because Chris will be there. (Chris doesn't go anywhere without a cardboard box full of alcohol in the trunk of his car.) And we all know that alcohol makes everything better. Alcohol and swimming. Sounds like a safe combination to me.
Friday, July 04, 2003
Here it is, the 4th of July. A day of familys, cookouts, fireworks, and Oscar Mayer weiners.
I spent the morning with Wayne, Cheryl, and Megan. Megan, who turned two years old on June 29th, recently got her first "big girl bed". She grabbed my hand and took me back to her bedroom to show it to me as soon as I walked through the door. And then, of course, I had to get in it and cover up with her. She patted the headboard and said, "Meg's big girl bed". A moment later she decided that we'd sat still long enough and said "Chris, up!" and pulled me back out to the living room.
My poor brother has a cold. His voice has taken on a very deep raspy quality...he sort of sounds like Johnny Cash. I told him this and he sang" I fell into a burnin' ring of fire...I went down, down, down...And the flames went higher...And it burns, burn, burns..."
Tonight Ben and Kelly and I are going to get some grub and then watch the fireworks. Kelly and I plan on going to Atlantis afterwards to shake our booties, but I'm not sure of Ben's intentions. At any rate it should be fun, fun, fun. Unless we get food poisoning or diarrhea. Then it might burn, burn, burn, like a burning ring of fire.
I spent the morning with Wayne, Cheryl, and Megan. Megan, who turned two years old on June 29th, recently got her first "big girl bed". She grabbed my hand and took me back to her bedroom to show it to me as soon as I walked through the door. And then, of course, I had to get in it and cover up with her. She patted the headboard and said, "Meg's big girl bed". A moment later she decided that we'd sat still long enough and said "Chris, up!" and pulled me back out to the living room.
My poor brother has a cold. His voice has taken on a very deep raspy quality...he sort of sounds like Johnny Cash. I told him this and he sang" I fell into a burnin' ring of fire...I went down, down, down...And the flames went higher...And it burns, burn, burns..."
Tonight Ben and Kelly and I are going to get some grub and then watch the fireworks. Kelly and I plan on going to Atlantis afterwards to shake our booties, but I'm not sure of Ben's intentions. At any rate it should be fun, fun, fun. Unless we get food poisoning or diarrhea. Then it might burn, burn, burn, like a burning ring of fire.
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