Friday, August 29, 2008
1. Dollar Store dish soap is NOT worth $1. It stinks. Both literally and figuratively.
2. I am super frugal. I knew that I did not like to waste money, but I border on cheap. I won't throw out the stinky soap from the dollar store because I don't want to waste that buck I spent on it.
3. Don't ever show up your girlfriend in an area where she is clearly better than you (baking). There is no good in that.
4. Despite the full 2 weeks of coverage and it being over for some time now, my love of all things Olympics has not diminished since I was a kid...it may have even gotten stronger.
5. According to Snapple, a hummingbird's heart beats 1,400 a minute. Much faster than my 65 bpm.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
It is the USS Harry S. Truman all of 100 feet from my apartment. How cool is that?
Monday, August 25, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
She called her sister Sarah while I was out coaching volleyball.
She said that she was done with me.
Sarah pooped her pants in sadness.*
What brought this on?
I baked cookies. I wanted some chocolate chip cookies, so I baked. I never bake. I generally dislike baking. Way too much measuring. Cooking is great, baking, not so much.
Apparently Claire really liked the cookies. So she was done with me.
Sarah asked why and Claire told her that I was better at sports, cleaning and cooking. She said I was so much funnier than anyone* and that I clearly was the smarter one*.
The one thing she felt that she had over me was that she was a better baker than me.
Apparently my cookies tasted better, to her, than the cookies she has been baking.
She had enough of me.
We did make up and she took me back.
Sarah changed her pants*.
*All starred items may or may not be a figment of my imagination, so it is safe to consider them completely made up.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
It was a great weekend. When we arrived on Friday and had a cool evening catching up and watching the Olympics.
On Saturday, Teddy cooked a rock'n breakfast of pancakes, jalapeno bacon and fresh OJ. After clearing our plates, we headed over to the US National Whitewater Center. It was great! We watched some people shooting the rapids on both kayaks and rafts and rented some kayaks to go out on the river ourselves. We explored tributaries, saw beautiful birds, talked to turtles and even saw boaters set up a volleyball net in the middle of the river and proceed to play.
We ended the day watching Olympics, eating some sweet pizza and hanging out.
On Sunday, Claire and I took off to explore the city and begin the 5 hour trek back to P-Towne. Teddy sent us to a great little restaurant in downtown, 300 East. Claire's breakfast was Banana Hazelnut Bellini's with Frangellico Honey Butter topping. I ate a corn waffle with cream cheese eggs and meaty chili on top. Crazy good.
The one problem that we had at the restaurant was telling the difference between the men's and women's bathrooms...they both had dogs on them. I actually had to ask one of the servers which one was the Men's Room...she said to "check the anatomy"...sure enough, a red rocket was easily visible on the male dog.
We then cruised the town, finding it lacking...it seemed to have little personality. So, we hit the road with the plan on stopping anywhere that looked interesting. And that is exactly what we did, finding a herd of wild elephants running around.
Claire was frigg'n brave, chasing them down...
The elephants took to Claire really well. They seemed to accept her as one of their own.
They even sent Claire out in the Zoo's chopper to track down the escaped herd of elephants that were running around downtown Asheboro.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I have been known to be a little stupid. Going a little too fast on skis, maybe driving a little quicker than I should and generally finding ways to push the limit of my skills/abilities.
But this guy is a moron.
Flat out moron.
I even want to kite surf...it is on the list of things to do soon...but doing it in a hurricane/tropical storm?
Pictures and a weekend update will be up on Wednesday.
Friday, August 15, 2008
As I was cooking the meat, warming the tortillas and cutting fresh vegetables, I made a sudden jump and bumped the spatula out of the meat pan. That movement shot out a small handful of meat onto the floor.
Instinctively I yelled "Sammy, c'mere girl".
Sammy was my black lab.
She has not lived with me since April of 2007. 17 months ago.
Funny how those things stick with you.
Claire and I suffered through History of Violence last night. When it came out in the theaters back in "Ought-five", I really wanted to see it, but for one reason or another I did not. So, it came up on my netflix queue and we watched it.
Holy Crap it was bad. The acting...terrible. The editing...awful. The directing...brutal.
The sad part is that it has a great premise, but there nothing redeeming about this film.
Yesterday afternoon, I snuck out and saw Tropic Thunder. The first 15 mins I really thought about walking out...the movie settled down after that and did provide some laughs. As usual, Robert Downey, Jr. was great!
Claire and I are heading down to North Carolina this weekend to visit my good buddy Teddy. (If you have not had a chance to get a little nugget of wisdom about Teddy, click that link. One of my favorite stories about him.)
We are going to hang out with him on Friday night, all day Saturday and Saturday night.
On Sunday, we are going to explore Charlotte and make the trek back to P-Towne. Should be a great time!!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
I picked up my steak, a small package of chocolate chip cookies with no nuts and 2 boxes of Smacks (What? They were on sale!) and was walking towards the register.
It was then that it happened.
A young woman, dressed to impress, carrying a package of energy drinks, looked me up and down...I was wearing a very sweaty, bright orange t-shirt, gym shorts and some flip flops. It was clear that I was not "dressed to impress", but looking (and smelling) rather gross.
She walks next to me, puts her hand on my shoulder and says "you are a beautiful man."
Shell shocked, I smile, say thanks and left.
Ladies, when you say something like that to a guy, what is the appropriate response?
A. "Thanks. I know I am beautiful. In fact, I am hot. No, not just sweaty hot, but really hot. Would you like to see me flex my calves?"
B. "Wow, you need to get your eyes checked."
C. "Get behind me Satan."
D. "I will make sure to pass that along to my parents. Clearly their genes matched well."
E. "I know. Claire tells me all the time. You know Claire. My girlfriend."
Maybe I should ask a more pointed question...
"Claire, how would you like me to handle this type of situation in the future?"
Monday, August 4, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
It took 10 months before they could come up with any type of solid diagnosis. It was a very rare form of cancer. By this point, Sam was having issues with his vision, his thought process, and had little to no strength. Sam was very sick.
At the beginning of July, the doctors decided to try radiation to attack the cancer. On July 18, after 1 full week of radiation, things were looking good. To quote the family journal:
Radiation continued last week and there was hope for everyone involved. Unfortunately, by the end of week two, Sam started to get very sick again. On Monday this week, Sam was taken to the ER with respiratory distress. He was admitted with pneumonia. The family journal on Tuesday, July 29th reads:
Claire got word early this morning that Sam passed away.
Sam and Claire were wonderful friends. He was a huge part of her life for most of college and after he got married to Kelly their friendship continued. Earlier this year, Claire was able to fly down and celebrate Kelly's birthday with her. She also got to spend some time visiting Sam in the hospital. A great time was had by all and Claire returned to Portsmouth very happy after spending the weekend with people that are so very important to her.
When I met Claire, I was told that there were a few friends that I had to meet. By the end of last year I had met each of them, except Sam and Kelly. We were going to fix that. We HAD to fix that.
Unfortunately, I never got that chance to meet Sam and I am very sad for that.
Sam leaves a beautiful wife and two very young children behind. Please keep them in your prayers today.