This weekend was extremely fun, Friday night Lori had her little “formal” dance of sorts. The night before I chose some golfers plaid pants and this gaudy shirt to wear and white shoes, laid them on my chair and informed her this is going to be my attired for the night. Her face ran beat red and she made a bee line to my closet grabbing my Sunday suit.
I drove her over to a friend’s house, and picked three others up, they were all giggles and merriment, dropped them off at the gym door and parked the car, heaven forbid I walked in with them – man, they are treating me like I was a parent or something!
I stood around and talked to some of the other “Grown ups” and nibbled a bit watching Lori stare at the gaggle of boys on the other side of the gym, who were trying to coax one of the coaches to bring out some basketballs. Then I noticed Derrick, his older brother and I are really good friends, so I moseyed over to chat it up with the “Dudes”. Loris jaw hit the floor.
After about 15 minutes, myself about 90 percent of the boys and two other fathers were standing around chatting it up all laughing heartily when one of the female teachers suggested the guys go and mingle with the ladies. After a few Uggh and ewws from my male counterparts, I located Julie; she’s my next door neighbor, gave her a wave and a smile and walked over to say hey.
Julie is adorable, rosy pink cheeks, a pucker smile and the biggest brownest golden eyes. She’s grown so much in the last year and is up to mid-chest on me, I’m 6’2 so she’s a tall, I think, thirteen year old. (Never ask a lady her age).
She taught me to box dance, I say taught because it seems to be a million years since I was in the 7th grade and had to do that dance. Again, Loris jaw hit the floor, eventually some of the other parents and even a guy or two danced the night away, not to say no one was on the dance floor. The “cool girl crew” all hopped around on the floor together and some known couples of the elementary school were out there as well.
By 9:00 the dance was winding down, and the ladies piled up in the truck full of snickers and giggles and “Oh did you see so and so dancing with Blah blah?” Instead of her hopping in the back with the gang, Lori sat in the front with me looking at me and smiling, I’m waiting for it……..
I smiled back and said “Yeah, you need something?” then worried about what kind of shaming I was about to receive from her, she smiled and the other girls leaned in to witness it. “Well, we were wondering” I held my breath and concentrated on the road.
A repeat of the last four words and she stammered “Would you take us all to the next dance and be our date?”
….wonders will never cease.
Tuesday, February 19
Tuesday, February 12
Doing things….
That’s my goal in life, to make others happy by doing things. We all four (my bros and sis) have been taught that growing up. It first started helping out the grandparents on the farm, apple picking and gardening and hay bailing during our summers. Its not as bad as it seems, we really had it easy, sleeping under apple trees and hay battles.
Later on, in my semi early teen years, my older brother and I joined the Habitat for Humanity group to build houses for those that couldn’t afford a new one. We met some very interesting people and once the former President Jimmy Carter; Luke wanted to meet his brother Billy and party with him. It taught us not only how to build and some techniques in building but the value of a real home.
Last night I did a small favor for my brother, nothing really big, something he’s into and needed a little help on. The project keeps him out of trouble and his mind active; also he’s with a partner that seems to enjoy it as much as he does. I think this might give him a grasp of how others perceive him business wise. Since he will have to learn dictate rules and regulations to some people that could possibly be old enough to his own parents’ age but possibly not in maturity, along with the fact he will have to think fast to keep up with the swindlers in life.
After my little “Act of kindness” he called me, emailed and texted each time thanking me for what I was doing for him. I guess he forgets the kind act he bestowed upon me the whole summer that I was sick and helpless.
On a brighter side, my sister has her first dance this Friday night. I asked her who her date was and I got the scowl look. “Ugggh, the cool girls go alone and look at the boys!” I was set straight very quickly, I don’t seem to recall the “cool” girls going to a dance alone, maybe times have changed. Anyway, I’ve been wrangled into doing the chaperone fun for the dance, I may ask my PG to hang with me and we can make faces at her and talk to all her friends to embarrass her.
Hey, I said doing things…. I didn’t say it had to be always nice.
Later on, in my semi early teen years, my older brother and I joined the Habitat for Humanity group to build houses for those that couldn’t afford a new one. We met some very interesting people and once the former President Jimmy Carter; Luke wanted to meet his brother Billy and party with him. It taught us not only how to build and some techniques in building but the value of a real home.
Last night I did a small favor for my brother, nothing really big, something he’s into and needed a little help on. The project keeps him out of trouble and his mind active; also he’s with a partner that seems to enjoy it as much as he does. I think this might give him a grasp of how others perceive him business wise. Since he will have to learn dictate rules and regulations to some people that could possibly be old enough to his own parents’ age but possibly not in maturity, along with the fact he will have to think fast to keep up with the swindlers in life.
After my little “Act of kindness” he called me, emailed and texted each time thanking me for what I was doing for him. I guess he forgets the kind act he bestowed upon me the whole summer that I was sick and helpless.
On a brighter side, my sister has her first dance this Friday night. I asked her who her date was and I got the scowl look. “Ugggh, the cool girls go alone and look at the boys!” I was set straight very quickly, I don’t seem to recall the “cool” girls going to a dance alone, maybe times have changed. Anyway, I’ve been wrangled into doing the chaperone fun for the dance, I may ask my PG to hang with me and we can make faces at her and talk to all her friends to embarrass her.
Hey, I said doing things…. I didn’t say it had to be always nice.
Thursday, February 7
Another goodbye
Mr. Cs funeral was today, I have to say it was the loudest service I’ve been too in my entire life. In the funeral home everyone was chatting and hugging and carrying on with smiles and some tears. Just before the whole ordeal started the curtains closed so the family could say their last goodbyes and close the casket. That’s when it began to be somber. …… I won’t dwell on it…
After, a few of us ran out to eat in a nice restaurant, one I chose, which filled me up to the brim. Right now, I could lay my head on my desk and snooze it all off but I won’t.
The ladies dueling crew in the office have seem to come to some sort of a merger of the minds and are getting along famously once again. Camaraderie in the work place is a key item; well in any function, and as long as they don’t murder each other I’m good.
Talked to Jacks a little before I had to leave, he’s ok right now. No turmoil with his classes but you can hear homesickness setting in; he asks the same questions over and over making sure he gets the same response. I was worried about him a while back, he gave me the impression he was overwhelmed with school and home and his personal life. All those issues seem to be settling into place for the moment for him.
Lori and I are going to have a lunch together on Friday; she will be out of school for teachers work day. She wanted to get all gussied up and go some where fancy. I think I might stop off at The Pit, a dive of a restaurant and tell her that’s where we will be eating. I love the look on her face when she snarls her nose and whines out a long “Maaaaarrk!!”
For some reason unbeknownst to me, my ex is flashing in my head very often…maybe it’s a sign to hit a super long blog on how I feel about things now.
After, a few of us ran out to eat in a nice restaurant, one I chose, which filled me up to the brim. Right now, I could lay my head on my desk and snooze it all off but I won’t.
The ladies dueling crew in the office have seem to come to some sort of a merger of the minds and are getting along famously once again. Camaraderie in the work place is a key item; well in any function, and as long as they don’t murder each other I’m good.
Talked to Jacks a little before I had to leave, he’s ok right now. No turmoil with his classes but you can hear homesickness setting in; he asks the same questions over and over making sure he gets the same response. I was worried about him a while back, he gave me the impression he was overwhelmed with school and home and his personal life. All those issues seem to be settling into place for the moment for him.
Lori and I are going to have a lunch together on Friday; she will be out of school for teachers work day. She wanted to get all gussied up and go some where fancy. I think I might stop off at The Pit, a dive of a restaurant and tell her that’s where we will be eating. I love the look on her face when she snarls her nose and whines out a long “Maaaaarrk!!”
For some reason unbeknownst to me, my ex is flashing in my head very often…maybe it’s a sign to hit a super long blog on how I feel about things now.
Tuesday, February 5
Early morning phone calls….
Someone passed away today; it wasn’t quite a shocker to me, because they did live a full-long life. Kids that loved them so dearly, grandkids alike that couldn’t be away from them for very long, they had that magnetic personality.
They loved the Atlanta Braves games and made sure to go to every home game and possibly a few of the “close to home” away games. Owning a sky box was just a small luxury to them to enjoy friends and family in one spot.
The Piedmont hotel was favorite places to sneak off and watch the ducks do their daily tromp up and down the hotel. They would laugh until coughing at the site, watching the little kids cheer as the ducks walked on the red carpet to and from their little duck pond.
Beal Street and the horse and carriage rides to listen to the music of the dueling piano players would set them on fire for the entire night, dancing and prancing about enjoying the good music and drink.
New Orleans had to be a second favorite place to be for them, it was nearly a monthly adventure to seek out the best tavern to listen to the Cajun tunes and eat the cuisine there. Beignets and coffee in the morning, shrimp and lobster platters in the evening smattered with bourbon and jazz music during the day.
If it were a place to travel and something to see, they wanted to experience it, where ever it might lead. Nothing held them back on life.
They were all about giving benefits and help to the young, hiring a mound full in the summer. I think keeping the young around you makes you feel just as young.
No one really knew their age, since they were born before you had to make a birth certificate, which they would giggle about because the one issued for them was off by a few years making them younger.
A determination and knowledge that education was the key to life; they supported themselves, a wife and kids and attended college to graduate with a masters degree then on to teaching and then making to principle and school superintendent.
After that, a small stint in real estate and then on to political office of a Tax Assessor for a booming county in a rural state, everyone in the state knew them for their notorious views on requiring property owners to speak English – at first, at that time, their views were poo pooed now the tables have changed.
Some how they could foresee the future and where the path of growth would be, they helped me in purchasing my first two properties and directed me in my development of them, for that I am forever grateful.
The odd thing about this person is they know my Pops well, in fact very well. They helped me in understanding the way he thinks and gave me another point of view about him. They also new my PG as well and loved to watch my PG play triple A ball in his younger days.
Ninety seven years and festivities have put a toll on them and its time to rest and let someone else do damage in the world. This old world is going to miss them but so many will learn. Good bye Mr. C….
They loved the Atlanta Braves games and made sure to go to every home game and possibly a few of the “close to home” away games. Owning a sky box was just a small luxury to them to enjoy friends and family in one spot.
The Piedmont hotel was favorite places to sneak off and watch the ducks do their daily tromp up and down the hotel. They would laugh until coughing at the site, watching the little kids cheer as the ducks walked on the red carpet to and from their little duck pond.
Beal Street and the horse and carriage rides to listen to the music of the dueling piano players would set them on fire for the entire night, dancing and prancing about enjoying the good music and drink.
New Orleans had to be a second favorite place to be for them, it was nearly a monthly adventure to seek out the best tavern to listen to the Cajun tunes and eat the cuisine there. Beignets and coffee in the morning, shrimp and lobster platters in the evening smattered with bourbon and jazz music during the day.
If it were a place to travel and something to see, they wanted to experience it, where ever it might lead. Nothing held them back on life.
They were all about giving benefits and help to the young, hiring a mound full in the summer. I think keeping the young around you makes you feel just as young.
No one really knew their age, since they were born before you had to make a birth certificate, which they would giggle about because the one issued for them was off by a few years making them younger.
A determination and knowledge that education was the key to life; they supported themselves, a wife and kids and attended college to graduate with a masters degree then on to teaching and then making to principle and school superintendent.
After that, a small stint in real estate and then on to political office of a Tax Assessor for a booming county in a rural state, everyone in the state knew them for their notorious views on requiring property owners to speak English – at first, at that time, their views were poo pooed now the tables have changed.
Some how they could foresee the future and where the path of growth would be, they helped me in purchasing my first two properties and directed me in my development of them, for that I am forever grateful.
The odd thing about this person is they know my Pops well, in fact very well. They helped me in understanding the way he thinks and gave me another point of view about him. They also new my PG as well and loved to watch my PG play triple A ball in his younger days.
Ninety seven years and festivities have put a toll on them and its time to rest and let someone else do damage in the world. This old world is going to miss them but so many will learn. Good bye Mr. C….
Monday, February 4
Can spring come a little early?
I had a nice calm weekend, just some office work on Saturday and a few visits and I was out the door. I checked in on Mom, she’s doing somewhat better but it’s an uphill battle for here on most days…..Now….
You know, I never thought I would have to “Defend” my relationship with Amy but it appears evident I must. However it really isn’t anyone’s business in the way we conduct our lives, since we aren’t harming anyone.
Let me give a little back history here for some might just get a clue; if not then you know what you can do with you opinions.
Nearly four years ago I hopped on my brothers MSN messenger to goof around with some of his people on his friends list. In no way shape or form had I planned on falling for anyone, due to the fact I was currently trying my best to get over a psychotic maniac of my ex. -- I can write and may just do a whopper blog on her later.
Things as they may, I did fall for someone on line, oh my, an online love affair!! Oh the quandaries and confusions that are added, not to mention you have to put total faith into that person as to whom they say they are – I could have been talking to a 50 year old male trucker—but I wasn’t.
Within the first few months we began our phone conversations, hour after hour. I wanted to move out and be with her but reality set in, I can’t leave my job, I can’t leave my family, and I needed to finish my degree. She was still in school and taking care of her own family—you can read her blog on her dramas there.
After these four years – no, I still don’t have her phone number or address, or last name, there again check her blog for her reasoning’s on those matters. But I have the knowledge that someone does love me, I guess that’s where the faith in someone comes in. Maybe I do look like a fool to some, maybe I will get hurt down the road, and then again, maybe I won’t. I hear the love in her voice and the actions she does. I don’t need more; I’m not a needy person when it comes to that.
I’ve never been the one to push or impose or demand myself on anyone, when the time is right the time will be right for us to meet and be together. I didn’t get mad when she told me to wait but accepted it like an adult and went on my way. I LIKE the way things are, there is no stress for me to run and jump in a car/plane to fly up to Canada be with her, then upset the apple cart by leaving in a few days.
I’m only 22 and she is 20, we both have all the time in the world to worry about “meeting” each other in real life later on. I want to enjoy what I have and live in the moment, not push it. I have school to finish and other priorities in life going on. Dropping everything to see her won’t help me in the least nor her, especially when I have to go back home.
When that day comes I will post and blog -- a monster blog -- but right now you better stay out of my face and keep your opinions to yourself. I don’t need them and won’t listen; my heart is happy and full just as it is thank you very much.
Now let’s resume our fun filled days and not worry about Mark and Amy.
You know, I never thought I would have to “Defend” my relationship with Amy but it appears evident I must. However it really isn’t anyone’s business in the way we conduct our lives, since we aren’t harming anyone.
Let me give a little back history here for some might just get a clue; if not then you know what you can do with you opinions.
Nearly four years ago I hopped on my brothers MSN messenger to goof around with some of his people on his friends list. In no way shape or form had I planned on falling for anyone, due to the fact I was currently trying my best to get over a psychotic maniac of my ex. -- I can write and may just do a whopper blog on her later.
Things as they may, I did fall for someone on line, oh my, an online love affair!! Oh the quandaries and confusions that are added, not to mention you have to put total faith into that person as to whom they say they are – I could have been talking to a 50 year old male trucker—but I wasn’t.
Within the first few months we began our phone conversations, hour after hour. I wanted to move out and be with her but reality set in, I can’t leave my job, I can’t leave my family, and I needed to finish my degree. She was still in school and taking care of her own family—you can read her blog on her dramas there.
After these four years – no, I still don’t have her phone number or address, or last name, there again check her blog for her reasoning’s on those matters. But I have the knowledge that someone does love me, I guess that’s where the faith in someone comes in. Maybe I do look like a fool to some, maybe I will get hurt down the road, and then again, maybe I won’t. I hear the love in her voice and the actions she does. I don’t need more; I’m not a needy person when it comes to that.
I’ve never been the one to push or impose or demand myself on anyone, when the time is right the time will be right for us to meet and be together. I didn’t get mad when she told me to wait but accepted it like an adult and went on my way. I LIKE the way things are, there is no stress for me to run and jump in a car/plane to fly up to Canada be with her, then upset the apple cart by leaving in a few days.
I’m only 22 and she is 20, we both have all the time in the world to worry about “meeting” each other in real life later on. I want to enjoy what I have and live in the moment, not push it. I have school to finish and other priorities in life going on. Dropping everything to see her won’t help me in the least nor her, especially when I have to go back home.
When that day comes I will post and blog -- a monster blog -- but right now you better stay out of my face and keep your opinions to yourself. I don’t need them and won’t listen; my heart is happy and full just as it is thank you very much.
Now let’s resume our fun filled days and not worry about Mark and Amy.
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