The Ministry of Housinge
Thursday, February 19, 2004
No time for a gentle rain
No time for my watch and chain
No time for revolving doors...
Somehow, I ended up on the email list for the WB. NO idea how or why...I don't even GET the WB on my dish, let alone watch it. At no TIME have I considered myself deprived for the lack of it. Anywho, I get a periodic email, called the "WB Insider", with show updates, listings, and whatnot.
The subject of the email today....I shit you not...."Is Trishelle a drunk slut?"
Now, I know not whom this Trishelle is, but I'm GUESSing....going out on a limb, here....that the answer is 'YES'.
WHO thinks this shit up?
Bowlerama tonight. Wish me luck.
PS - I've got my son's intro music picked out for when he's coming to the plate for the Atlanta Braves, in 20 years or so. Check out the beginning of "Pantera - Cowboys From Hell" sometime. It's perfect. Just enough time at the beginning of the song to have the announcer spout, "NOW BATTING...NUMBER 10...THIRRRRRD BASEMAN......CHANCE!...ATLAAAAAANTA!...SWAAAAAAAN!!!"
And no, I'm not kidding.
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Nature has it's own religion, Gospel of the land
Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend...
Here I come, sliding in at just over a month, with another blog entry. If the utter dreariness of my unintelligible musings has not driven away every last loyal reader, I'm sure the infrequency in updating shall.
Chance will be walking any day now. The little bugger moves pretty fast while crawling, but he is lightening-quick when there is a wall/chair/table/etc. available to hold on to. He's also taken to following me to the door every time I have to leave the house, and screaming at me. MAN, it's hard enough to leave as it is...
My father's mother passed away February 5th. Her funeral was Monday, February 16th, and it was a nice service. She was 84, and has had health issues for a while. She's in a better place now, taking care OF Grandpa once again, I'm certain. I'm sure he's got plenty of overalls that need patched by now.
My mother's mother is celebrating her 84th birthday today. Such a strange range of emotions, I tell ya. She was at THE funeral Monday, and barely recognized me in my suit (and yes, I looked sharp!). I'll go see her at lunch or after work, and take her a card. I had planned to make her a loaf of bread, but didn't get it done. Oh well, it'll give me an excuse to go see her again this weekend.
NOTE: Thursday, February 19 - I took her a loaf of Honey Wheat bread this morning.
The city tournament starts this weekend at the bowling alley. We are bowling the team event Sunday, and doubles and singles the following Sunday. I have never fared well in the team event personally, although I have been on some winning teams. My father-in-law and I will defend our doubles crown, and I am also the defending singles champ. I felt bad about not bowling with my own father in doubles, since he is back into bowling now. He was able to find a partner, though...from our own team, even. Who knows...if Koerselman and I are unsuccessful in our title defense, maybe dad and I will bowl next year.
I had my first taste of responsibility on the Walton Board last night. I got to have a side-table meeting with the Course Superintendant to renew his contract. He accepted our counter offer. It's a big relief to have that handled, let me tell you. He does a fantastic job on the course, and I know we are unable to pay him what he's worth. Luckily, he takes pride in what he has accomplished out there so far, and wants to continue to build on it.
Poor Frank. Send him some happy thoughts if you have time. Better yet, send him some case fans and a heatsink, a manual, an HOUR of labor or two...or whatever you may have at your disposal. He might need it.
Madelyn is taking a gymnastics course through the FF Rec Center. She had her first class Monday night, and seems to love it. Joli is still Joli....she's a daddy's girl and I love it. And Heather? She's still the love of my life, and I don't know what I'd do without her. If I had never met her before, and saw her on the street today, I'd fall in love all over again.
Well, that's it for today. Maybe we'll meet again before next month. Don't hold your breath.
PS. (cough, cough) more PEARL JAM (cough)
