Friday and the weekend begins…

I’ve received no comments or any areas to hit upon specifically so I shall ramble.
This week has been a jumble of experiences, work, school, family, social life and a number of oddities.
Work has been every interesting, for the lady with the huge house and lot, she seems to like to do items after hours. This really busts into my homework time and train of thought, the late afternoon sessions are really putting a strain on me to keep up with other projects.
School, well what can I say about that? My Botany project is blooming “literally”. Philip and I are cracking the midnight oil to make this work for us and get the 50% on our grade. Personally I think this is a bit much and adds too much pressure on you. The Fashonista Queens should be coming up with a Plaid Plant or possibly a Leather Leaf or any other “Eye pleasing Useful plant”. I’ve chose to ignore the offers of free pizza, beers and even dinner and movies. I have my pride and not to mention a girlfriend.
Family, Ok…where to start on this? Mom and her medical screening didn’t come out as well as expected, the doctor suggested a more intensive treatment of iron and potassium to get her strength up again. Her worry with Pops and trying to keep up a happy face for the world must be exhausting. The ASSHOLE has been in full force once more, calling on the phone making statements that Charles Manson would be proud to use. He apparently gave Jacks a visit to “Straighten problems out” if I know both of them -- they clashed. Jacks is in heaven with school and his social situations, this surprises me on both levels but I’m happy for him. Lori and her man are having jealousy issues abound, ahh the life of a 4th grader. “But I love him except when he talks to Lacey”. Luke and his crew are gearing up for the next spooked out holiday.
My social life is on a stand still, however the weekend is coming up and I plan on having a pre birthday bash. I really need to just “Let loose” for a night or two. Amy and her non stop family drama have kept me in a ponderance over what to do or say now. I’ve decided to keep my “stay out of everyone’s business and you stay out of mine” attitude.
If I were to diagnose myself today my mood would be a semi melancholy one, not really wanting to care about anything. Needing to get through the day and get into the relax mode, maybe turn off the phone and turn on the TV to catch a bit of the World Series and dream.

Lol and I thought I had it bad!!

Sitting here talking to my little brother on messenger and I just left my older brother in a long super long chat. Are we the meta universe family for what? Anyway Luke was giving me spillage on how we need to be there for Pops “Like he’s there for me right?” I cant say that, he was there for me when I was younger and impressionable and stupid, now I’m older and all those things. Apparently our Pops has been rotating insults to the three of us, yes precious Luke is now in the mix of brazen words and slanderous insults.
I swear the old man has dropped a cog somewhere or its in major warp-age.
Jacks blings on my messenger I added him to the group chat, in all caps screaming “HE DID IT AGAIN I WILL KILL HIM” . I guess Jacks was engrossed in some online project and Pops called thus flustering him and he disconnected himself from everything. Luke and I had to laugh on the thought of him jumping when the phone rang, however I’ve done the same…usually when I’m doing something naughty the phone will mess me up. Luke and I both talked him down and left him to his misery.
Mom didn’t go to Gs today, she’s not feeling well with a huge headache and no energy. I don’t like it, she leaves for the doctors tomorrow to check her blood count and iron levels. Fighting with the dink doesn’t help much either for your stamina. All she wanted to day was soup broth and bananas, sounds like something you would eat if you were pregnant.
Lori hung out with her most the day, unless she was with Julie and her little boy friend. I think Julie is helping my sister grow up too fast, her and Barton better take a chill pill.
I ran around with the guys just about the entire weekend, getting into all sort of trouble or making it if I could. Chris reminded me time and time again “What happens in the club stays in the club” where are we Vegas? Get real man, I’m playing darts and pool and going to make fun of every female that scratches when she’s going for the eight ball. I didn’t work a lick this weekend and it felt great and there is to be rain the majority of the week so things will be slow.
The whole time I’m out I kept looking for that Fashion Gurus to come waltzing in with Purell in hand and scowls. No free drinks for me this weekend, damn and I’m short of cash.
Tomorrow I venture to Sams to bulk up on well, bulk and have some fun hopefully in class. We shall see.

So are we having fun yet?

Today was a barrel of laughs in class…but I am jumping ahead of myself. Yesterday was very pleasant, Amy called me off and on all day long as she goofed around in chat with a wild woman? Of course she gave me my daily phone call, some days I just can not go without that call. Hearing her giggle and telling me of her adventures of the past day and night just makes me love her more.
I thought it was going to be an extra light day at work (I even had a 1.5 hour nap during lunch). Woke up to find that I could have an appointment if I chose to, I didn’t want it but felt it best to go ahead. As I drove to the job Amy called me once more all giggles telling me what she was doing --- hanging out with a friend and listening to her DJ. I wanted to laugh but chose to just smile and hear her out. (Her standoffish ways are diminishing on that affair).
The house and lot was huge, one of the many larger ones being built in an exclusive area. The lady there was very professional and exact in what she wanted and where. I personally like that in a person, it leaves no guess work on my part. Only bad thing was I didn’t make it home till late last night and I needed to work on my school project…..which leads me into the hilarity of class today.
I sat in class and the wonder twins of fashion strolled in looking smug as ever. This time the Queen stopped at my desk “Did you miss me Monday?” My head jerked up and said “You weren’t here?” She rolled her eyes and plopped in her seat behind me. –Kick to my backside- “So, what did you do this weekend?” first off I didn’t appreciate the kick (actually it was more of a tap with the tip of her 9 inch heels ---ok exaggeration on the 9 inch). I informed her that I stayed at home, working on this project, did some studying. “Uggh, is that all you did, no going out this weekend?” I waited a few seconds to act as if I weren’t really interested in the conversation and gave a quick “Nope”.
I love to tease and to piss people off when they start smack with me first, so she’s perfect. Philip rolled in and I showed him what progress I’ve made on my end as he did the same for me. I whispered to him they were on the snoop once more for help on the project – he smirked.
Then it happed, the slippage, the huge mistake on HER part. –Kick, same spot- “No drinking at the pub and playing that pool game for you the whole weekend?” My heart stopped and a flush of heat ran over my face. “How do you know what I do on my weekends?” Busted…. I just found out who’s my mystery drink sender. She looked down and grabbed her phone and faked an incoming phone call.
I was going to catch her after class but she left early, Phillip was in shock and all I could do is laugh. He asked “she bought you drinks; I thought you had a girlfriend?” I had to explain the past weekend’s events to him. I looked to her friend to the left of me but she shook her hand at me as to say “Don’t pull me into this”. For some odd reason I should be angry, it’s as if she assumes that I can’t afford my own entertainment. That’s one thing I take pride in and was always taught, never to be dependent on anyone else for anything. Pops motto: “You can’t buy it or afford it, you don’t need it”.
Oh the fun I am going to have now.

All is well in La la Land

The last few days have been pleasant with out the tyrant in the house. My Pops bellowing out commands and insults are not missed. However, Mom doesn’t appear to be on the happy side. She and G whisper and talk constantly on the phone or with each other, all the while Mom is putting on her Smiley Face for everyone. I still don’t get where things had gone wrong with the two of them and probably never will.
Sunday I was to leave to give Jacks a visit and talk to him about the situation at home. I feel that it’s an all a down hill motion and he needs to be informed. To his protests of “letting him be” and the way I felt that morning and dreading the drive I decided not to see him. I get that he wants to grow up and be independent. From what I gather on his class situation its like “Daycare” to him, of course having that genius level IQ doesn’t hurt much either. He told me the first couple of weeks were murder on him, trying to get organized in where his classes are and the new condo. He now assures everyone that it’s improving on that end for him. He said he’s making new friends in class and around the complex he lives in, which another plus.
Lori is having the time of her life; her latest drama is in deciding what costume to wear for her Halloween party. “Ah Mark!! I can’t have that, Michelle is wearing it” Ok, I didn’t know that Halloween meant let’s get original. Besides she informed me that she and her latest squeeze (which she better not be doing) need to match. Monday night she and I were talking about past Halloweens and the fun she had. I sensed she wanted to go Trick or Treating with Jacks just one more time. “When he brought me out all the older girls would come and talk to us and that made me feel big” I bet it made him feel big as well.
Luke and his clan are having a grand time and are already discussing Thanks Giving up there. We normally have it at Gs and probably will this year, without Pops around. He refuses to come to the grandparent’s home now.
Work is going very well, we keep extra busy. Yesterday I ran around checking out on how the fern planting was going along. It looked very nice, four guys standing there, one digging a hole and the other three with ferns in hand. Maybe today we can talk about efficiency in the work place.

Wednesday, Wednesday…that’s not a song either.

I think I may be on a blogger roll lately, possibly its just boredom at work, maybe a shit load of things on my mind, weird people and attitudes -- I think its more so boredom at work.
I had my wonderful botany class, with the Prima Donna sitting behind me. Poke: “Hey, um did you happen to get a project for me?” I spun around and asked what chapters in the book she read that she might have found interesting – no response. Exactly what I thought, she didn’t crack the book open. I bet if I were to take her book and open it the back binder would pop. “So, do you like to eat pizza and drink beer?” she whispered to me. Once again with a dead pan face I said “What male on this planet doesn’t like pizza and beer?” I don’t care for her, or the way she treats people as if they are all beneath her, so she gets the short smartass replies from me. Then the offer came – Help her with the project and she will buy my broke ass all the pizza and beer and what ever else I wanted. (The broke ass was my addition). Philip looked at me and I knew he was about to sweat or bust into laughter. I chose again to be semi nice, thanked her for the offer and suggested to help when she chose a topic. “Just keep it in mind”… (You do the same).
Mom and I talked a while last night about Pops, she told me that he could have stayed home another few weeks but decided it might be a good idea to head out to the Gulf early. Personally I think that is highly immature, super lame, and utterly ridiculous to do to anyone you claim to love. You don’t walk out from resolving a problem; they taught us that and poked it in our heads over and over. Any event, my selfish attitude makes me happy he’s out of the picture for now. I see that it breaks my Moms heart to watch him do this spiral downward, when she is so eager and willing to help him.
Speaking of help – Jacks. When he moved out for school I knew it would be hard on him. He was home schooled, never really away from us and overly protected by my Mom. Hell, I still watch him like a hawk and he’s 19 now. I half expected him to call every once in a while, possibly send e-mails or a text here and there. Unless one of us on this end initiates it, we wouldn’t hear from him. I know living on your own for the first time can be very daunting; cooking, cleaning, school, getting up on time, homework, making new friends, just all around getting acquainted with one self. He wants to prove himself not only to us but to him self that he can stand on his own steam. An honorable and mature idea, “Don’t worry everything is cool here” he says. I can hear it in his voice, the unhappiness and loneliness, he doesn’t feel well and I suspect a majority of that are his nerves. Any way hopefully things will organize for him soon enough.

Oh the drama….ends

So today might be a little bit on the rich side for me – Pops is going back to the Gulf!! –Does two back flips and happy dance-. No more of his insults and barrage of “You can’t do this or that” remarks. Well, I am happy but I see the look in Moms face as not so happy. I know she wants him to settle down and grab some counseling and try to explore why he is feeling the way he is lately. Just like anyone, you can’t help them if they don’t want the help. I wish he would have tried to do the right thing but he wont, I see the determination in his eyes to do just what ever he pleases.
Mom is quiet about the whole situation; she works a lot like Jacks in that department. I can tell she is worried over Pops. I hear her talking to him and trying her best to reason with her on his stance with us and how our lives are turning out. I hope he has the good sense to lay off Lori.
That little one is a card; she’s either spending the night away or having her friends over. Halloween is going to be a kick for her this year; she’s having a party at that house and inviting her class to come. Now, I need to find a place to hide that night --- maybe the inside house for me?
Luke called me this a.m. to tell me all about the costume hunt for his punks. Kyle wants to be Spiderman and Camen is going to be a ballerina. They put on Kyle’s costume the other night and he didn’t care for it coving up his face. “Mommy, no one will know it’s me if my cute chubby cheeks aren’t showing”, I had to laugh on that one.
Jacks has a stomach flu/nerves battle going on but pretends everything is cool over there. Luke came to visit him and grab some furniture for the move and called to say he looked like “shit warmed over”. PG said he had lost a lot of weight and had dark circles under his eyes. He didn’t have that fun glow he usually exudes to everyone. He insists that he needs to deal with things on his own, I have to agree. He knows who he can come to if needed.
Work here is ok, semi busy but the last week of off and on rain has made things slow. You can’t really work outside in the rain. The greenhouse is booming for fall planting and Bee has once again made a spectacular Halloween display through the building and lot. She wants to dress in costume for the day of, I think because she plans on going out to party right after work.
Amy and I are happy little campers, enjoying our chats here and there. She had her Thanks Giving but nothing was really done. That seems odd to me, Thanks Giving here is a special occasion where the whole family gathers for a dose of indigestion and football. I think she offered to take peoples shifts at work and stay away from the family.
All in all things are rolling along; I’ve kept my stance on being a hard ass at work, my nose out of Jacks affairs, letting Lori have her boyfriends, stayed out of Mom and Pops battles and just smiled through whatever Amy has going on. Right now, the focus is school and work.

Sunday Sunday.. I know that’s not a song.

Well, it should be a song. I did nothing Friday night only sat around and chilled at the house and threw the hugest temper tantrum and man could possibly throw. My cell phone drama begins, Friday afternoon Cari calls me no more than four times. Then gives me a text calling me a retard because I keep hanging up on her. I couldn’t hear her, nothing -- I heard/felt the phone ring pushed the “Send” button and said my hello and nothing. Not a blooming sound, not only that I was in torment of the fact I couldn’t get the phone to display the callers name along with the number. Later I tromped into the office to explain my dilemma. Diane snagged the phone and began to push buttons. “don’t answer my phone if it rings lady, Amy will flip out if another woman answers it” She shot me an evil glare. I then proceeded to tell them of the previous nights adventure with the phone when Amy called and my Bluetooth mysteriously is turned on. So when I answered the phone the Bluetooth picked up, once again I hear nothing and Amy hears the TV --- and some lady.
When ever I have a product and it doesn’t work to my specifications or fails, of course this puts a doubt in my mind on the item and I wont trust it. So naturally when it didn’t work properly for me the second time it was the phones fault. Not so, Diane and I figured the first time was the slider on the Bluetooth and the second event was that I had the master volume down on the phone. BOTH my fault, and I shouldn’t have thrown my five year old fit.
Today was Gs of course for me, she made chili and some cherry pie cobbler. Ok bleck on the cobbler but I tried my best to eat the chili. My PG is off to see my uncle Gerald and then to pop in on Jacks who’s been very sick the last week or so with a vicious stomach virus. PG and Gerald are picking up the majority of his furniture to move him to his permanent home for the next 4 or more years.
I had one phone call from Amy early this am, she was telling me about her fun at work and how she enjoys everyone there -chuckles-. On top of that she spent a little time with Jacks who was in or out of sorts. Not going there…..Now I’m chilling out reading my book and preparing for the battle zone next week of school and work.

Part Deux

Today I rambled into my class with war paint on, literally. Its crappy rain outside and I rode my bike, so in a dare wore camouflage. Hoping that the fashionista might enjoy giving me another clothing critic… I can hear it now “Ahem, excuse me but you can’t wear Camo until after Columbus Day”. With my book opened glancing at today’s chapters to be covered. “She” swaggered in with her gal pals in tow giving her smarmy looks to everyone, sat in her assigned seat directly behind me and fooled around on her cell until the instructor entered.
Oh boy, here we go again, I hear -- “Sniffle” –Me-- What the hell!? – Her--“Sniffle” I didn’t budge or flip a page, only to continue to re-read my chapter. Her pal, who sits to the left of me turned around to her and said “Its ok, just don’t think about it” More excitement for the drama queen I suspect. I chose to lay off her, perhaps she might have some real life turmoil going on…I’m imagining some major shoe scuff age or possible skirt un-creasing, or heaven forbid a Clorox incident. Ok, I’m being mean now.
The teacher strolled in and broke out the thickest book in America -- explained to us the basics of plant physiology and then pounded us with a huge homework/project. “Sniffle” I’m sure that helping Jacks and the latest condo move might be out of the question for me. The whole time I’m writing copious amounts of class notes and side notes of things I need to accomplish for the weekend. “Sniffle”. The guy that sits to the right of me luckily is my lab partner and a organization freak, so we hammered out our plan of attack on the class project and should have it completed in the expected time frame of three weeks. “Sniffle”.
Class was dismissed early but we sat to finish up a few odds and ends. Then, that eerie feeling someone was boring a hole in the back of my head. The girl to the left of me hadn’t budged from her seat either, the poke of a pen tip on my arm, “Yes?” I asked. A smile and a few eye flutters later “we need help” I wanted to snort but refrained myself, the guy next to me jabbed me sharply. I knew the jab meant No way in hell are we doing their work for them. I asked what kind of help and her pal went into great detail how some “mean guy” dumped her friend and she couldn’t concentrate on anything and they both were lost in class.
Should I be mean or should I be nice? I chose a little of both and suggested reading a few selected chapters and come up with a project and if they needed help here and there we might be able to pull something out of a hat to help them. Not the answer they wanted, they looked at each other then around the room in hopes of some other sucker to get what they needed --no such luck. “Sniffle” but this time a little louder. They left the room.
A little later, we walked out the class to hear “I told you, picking on him was not the way to get his attention or help!” Philip, my lab partner and I chuckled and moved on our way to the library.
Now, I’m sure this weekend debating on being mean or helping them out will be the dilemma for me. Ahhh!! Right now I need Amy.

Is it me?

Or is the majority of the female population spoiled prisses? Yeah, I’m sorry but that’s about how I feel at the moment with the opposite gender. Ok, maybe I am trying to get some sort of response out of you people but this is how it goes down.
I walked into class today about 15 minutes early to “learn something” by reviewing today’s chapter before the teacher arrives. There is this one girl in there – super moody on the 24/7 market. She constantly complains -- whines or has some sort of excitement going on in her life to be unable to complete her assignments. A week or so ago I was making a comment in class and she popped off with some smart ass remark about it. I of course asked her if she knew a better way of doing it --- no response from her, giggles floated through out the class. Strike one, the war was on.
You know the type, one minute on a super Hidey Ho High mood, the next running around with her claws extracted ready to slash anyone in her way. A friend of mine had the utter insanity of dating her whole whopping month. He said at first everything was grand, they were inseparable, and then all the sudden she seemed distracted. Then he would make a comment -- it was twisted and turned completely around on him and World War 3 would begin. He told me that if there wasn’t some sort of drama going on between the two of them she wasn’t happy. Around his friends and hers, butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth but alone he felt he needed to wear extra padding from her slams towards him. He said eventually she gave him the “This isn’t working out speech” he took it and ran. He said the sex was good but it wasn’t that good to know when to bolt.
I dropped my books on my desk, she scowled and rolled her eyes at me; I returned a smirk/smile and opened my book to review. Her phone rings: “Um no, I don’t want to go there tonight, I told you that your friends are bores”. Whoa, major slam to whomever her latest victim was, not that I was eaves dropping -- she practically announced it in the room. She’s from southern Georgia, doing her best to sound like a Valley Girl from the West Coast.
A loud huff is made and of course it’s her, “Excuse me, do you know you have mud all over the back of your jeans?” I didn’t bother to look up --- a few seconds later I receive the poke “Excuse me, rude much?” Oh!! Her courteous and helpful clothing observation was towards me!! I turned in my seat, looked her straight in the face, without a flinch or straying from eye contact, flipped my phone out and in a mock voice said “Gerard, you are FIRED!! I have mud on my designer jeans from working this morning”. Closed my phone and returned to my book, her jaw dropped and she grumbled something under her breath about all men being slobs.
We finished class and I got up to go back to work, when she stopped me once more. “Hey you know this stuff pretty good.” I wasn’t sure if she meant how do deal with bitchy spoiled brats or Botany. I gave her a blank look and waited for the next jab from her.
I try my best to be nice to punks, they aren’t worth the time or discomfort but if you piss me off I am going to tell you how I feel. Besides I’ve had my fair share of being around women like this and never will understand why we guys will put up their petty crap. Great sex or not a guy has to have his pride too. She stood there in the hall, I’m guessing in hopes that I would say thank you but she didn’t get the complement from me. Once again, looking her straight in the face, I put my helmet on and walked out of the class. We will see what kind of mood she’s in tomorrow.

Online Daters The Real Gamers…

As promised, I thought maybe a barrage of thoughts and ramblings about online dating might be a topic to hit.
When I first started occasionally hanging out on the internet, I would jump on my brothers MSN messenger and talk it up with some of his friends, of course I had my own e-mail from school but for some reason messing around with his friends was more interesting. Eventually, I ran into one of his online “friends” who at the time had a crush on him – odd, I thought. Why would you even take any interest in someone away from you? The whole concept was totally new to me. This girl, sweet and very cute and really funny and loves to tease -- all great qualities in a person, why not go for a man right there and not my dinky little brother? Of course I’m talking about Amy.
She and I began talking online for months -- hours at a time, she squeezed my cell number out of me. We have carried it a bit further in that she can call/text me when ever. The return favor isn’t on my side but I deal with that the best I can.
I know people that have online dated for a while, met somewhere in Real Life and eventually married and had kids.
My friend Nancy for one did that, she prayed nightly, made the church have prayers for her to receive a man in her life. One night on the internet and she has her prayers answered, I won’t say where she is now in that relationship; due to the fact I haven’t seen her in a few months. But she does have a little boy and girl bouncing around.
My cousin Rhonda did the same; her husband is probably one of the coolest guys I’ve ever met. She’s much older than I, in fact has children my age and was lonely from her divorce. They met through an online dating service have a wonderful life now.
Jacks found a real winner later on, a huge psychopath that tried her best to dominate his life and then kill him with an emotional rollercoaster. Hot then cold, he didn’t know if he was coming or going with that one it was to the point he dreaded getting online to find out what kind of mood she might be in. She was a few years older than he (didnt act it) and didn’t want her other friends to know about their relationship, so it was kept under wraps. (I say so she could freely play around on him- which she was cold busted on.) Until one night of a suicidal outburst on her part and scaring him to death they parted ways. I could write a whole page of the mean and heartless things she pulled on him. He still cringes when you say the word “Skype” around him.
Of course its hard to emote your feelings within the just text world, I mean really, this whole post may be taken out of context to some as a slam or a huge joke to others. It’s mostly determined by your current frame of mind, I find its best if you are tired or in a bad mood not even to sign on.
Also, a lot of trust must be given, oh sure I can say “I love you Amy” hang up the phone and be with what ever I want. Who’s to know? Who’s to stop me? Well I would, for one, I have a hard time doing that to someone else -- playing with their emotions. There are some unlucky people out there that hook up with people that are cruel and heartless that really doesn’t give a damn. Its all a game and only fun to be had. Besides I know people with physical relationships that have that happen right under their noses.
Then there is Trace, really sweet guy, fell mad in love with a girl named Aurora. At first I thought she liked Jacks but she fell for Trace. (Jacks was with secret agent psychopath at the time) He wrote her a song and talked about her all the time and once instructed Jacks to play it during his little DJ gig. She lived about 1 hour drive away from us. The very weekend Trace was to venture off to meet her; he receives a “Dear John” e-mail. This devastated him to the degree of being on a constant drunk and piss ass mood for months – the whole summer in fact. Every night was the same thing “What did I do wrong?” along with “Mark you are a fool to waste your time with Amy” Countless times I’ve heard “Get out man while you can.” to Jacks and I. Well, I can’t --- and I don’t want to. No, Amy isn’t physically here when I have a bad day; she can’t give me that hug if I need it. But to know her and to be able to trust in someone as I do, I say we have a better relationship than a lot of people. When the day comes and the time is right, we will have our day and our time in the sun. For now, I enjoy and cherish the moments we have together, however we do get them.
So in summary, “Onliners” need a lot of commitment, trust, patience, caring, calmness, understanding, forethought, and a little vision of how things appear to others. ---- wait, you need that in any kind of relationship.

Jester you say!!

Well with a weekend of crazies and weird whacked out fun, I’m glad to be back in the “sane” world of work-dom. Friday and Saturday night’s stalker of notes and free drinks was never revealed to me, since I wasn’t poisoned they can follow me anytime they want. Hey, you know I’m looking at the new 4-door Jeep Wranglers –evil grin-.
I received multiple phone calls from Amy on Saturday night she wanted me to get online and see all the excitement of my brothers “Online surprise birthday party”. I’ve still washed my appendages of that affair; I see nothing but trouble and woes in that game -- Ahhh the pessimist in me comes out once more.
Today is going to be filled with some jollies, I have a meeting with the City and the same slow guy that asks and re-asks question after question. The cool part about this is it’s a two day event!! –Claps hands- with any luck he might be able to stretch it into three days. The cooler but much dryer weather as of late is putting a worry on possible spot fires, so they want to take emergency action of cleaning up problem areas. For the life of me, I thought I was on the Beautification Team?
My buddy Trace has flown over to Texas for the next few days to talk to some producers of music. This whole weekend he and I talked where they could progress for him. Young minds and imaginations can and do lead to some interesting ends. He also reminisced about Aurora the last week or so, wow that name hasn’t come up in a long time. Which will probably bring me to tomorrows fun topic of “Online Dating – the Do’s and Don’ts”.