fun fun fun

The irony of the title is that I'm off today, 1) because of my medical bit yesterday, and 2) because I *have* to get our truck registered. The problem is that it's going to take replacing the washer pump and an exhaust leak to get everything up and running and get it to pass inspection/emissions. Lucky me, eh? To speak nothing of the need of going down to the DMV and waiting in some ridiculously long line (since it's the last day of the month, you know . . .).

So you can see how the title is actually rather inaccurate in that regard

HOWEVER . . .

Sunday is going to be a LOT of fun. My brother and his wife and kids are coming over for the Super Bowl; my buddy and his wife and kids are coming over; my old college buddy is coming over (I think . . . I'm still trying to confirm that) . . . it's going to be a blast. We're getting a sick amount of pizza and drinks, and OH!!! Just thought of this . . . I should go get the drinks today while I'm thinking of it and no one else is shopping. Ha ha. I'm a genius. ANYway, yah . . . everyone else is bringing a munchie of some kind.

So that'll be fun, right?

The First Great Nostalgic Waxing of 2008

So, the other day, I was in some funk. Not necessarily a bad funk (though granted that is generally the accepted connotation), but a funk of some kind. It's the only way I know how to describe it. I felt "funky," so I was in a funk, right? Anyway, I looked up a bunch of kids I knew from the one year I lived in northern Ohio--grade 9 (I guess I shouldn't tell them that I like Duran Duran . . .). One amongst the search was a girl that I liked. It took some prodding and poking and massaging of Google to yield some results, but finally I found her. On LinkedIn, of all places. So I sent her an connection invite. Haven't heard back yet, but it doesn't look like she's all that active on there anyway. I'm curious to see if she writes back or cancels her account.

So that was Monday morning. Today, I got an email from an old friend. I'd say "ex-", but I wouldn't know what to say after that: it's a long, sad story . . . one for which I still wish had had a different way of letting go, but it is what it is . . . and, honestly, I think we're all better for it. ANYway, she sent me a lovely email, wishing me a belated birthday, which was really nice. It got me thinking about my college days. Well, single college days, anyway . . . lots of which were great, some of which sucked, but they were mostly good.

My father in law asked me a question about a month or so into my marriage to weef. We were visiting with them in their home on a nice, quiet, Sunday afternoon . . . until he dropped this bomb on me: "Do you ever wonder, 'what if . . . ?' about you and your ex-?" My answer surprised me a little, but apparently it didn't startle him in the least. "Not a day goes by that I don't wonder that." That kind of surprised me. His response nearly leveled me: "And it never stops . . ." Well!!

See, he kind of went through a similar experience to what I (and, consequently, "ex-" and weef) had to endure--the nerve-wracking decision of choosing an eternal companion, though I think his choice was somewhat truncated by the fact that his at-the-time girlfriend broke up with him. It's just weird to hear someone who had been married for well over 25 years say that he wondered nearly every day what would have happened if he had married "the other girl."

I can happily report that he's wrong. At least, in my case, he is. Weef and I are as happy as we could be, and I'm pretty positive that ex- is as happy as she can be with her man, to which I can only say, "GOOD! I'm so happy (and relieved!) to know that!"

Anyway, I'm sure there'll be other great nostalgic fits. This one in particular just felt blog-worthy.

That is all. Please return to your regularly scheduled lives and happiness. :)

HI!

So. Who's missed me? Who's actually noticed that I haven't posted anything since 1 December? :)

Well, Christmas has come and gone, new year's day has come and gone, as has my 36th birthday. My mom's birthday has come and gone too, but we'll leave that one alone. :)

See, the whole reason I chose this forum to blog from is because I could access it from work. On the days where I can actually take a small lunch, it'd be nice to vent in the form of some other kind of writing other than the boring "second person imperative/third person indicative" style that we're forced to use by MIL-STD 38784. BORING! But hey--it's my job. I'm happy to have it. Sometimes.

The whole blog thing came to a screeching halt back at the beginning of December, when I tried to log in to here from work. I got the "big brother is watching" screen that basically says, "no no . . . don't go here. Oh . . . and by the way, we're logging your IP address. Ha ha." Okay, so it doesn't say "ha ha," but I know the Comm nazis are thinking it.

So I couldn't post from work. That sucks because by the time I get home, I'm so mentally drained from having to save the world from lame program managers that I don't *want* to type anything. Lunch time is perfect: get a little boost of energy from eating, use the carbs and protein to stimulate what few neurons and dendrites actually function . . . but nooooo. No joy from the Comm folks.

Until today! For some reason, I checked to see if I could log in, and behold--new blog from work. Pretty sweet, eh?

So being the wonderful editor I am, I will now condense all of that into 3 sentences: 1. I used to be able to blog from work; 2 Comm dorks killed the fun; 3. Now I can blog from work again.

Look at that. MAN I'm good! *pat pat pat*

Anyway, I'm glad to be here. "Here" as in this blog--not at my physical location. That's actually rather irritiating.

I bet I post again before the end of the day . . .