I had a nice long weekend this go round, with food and fun and a little work. Friday was a semi busy day with paychecks and a little work in the office. Later I ran home to hang out with Luke and his mob one final night.
It’s been a lot of fun to have him home again, even more so with the little ones to play with. I’m still trying to dry up the baby drool everywhere and toys and other items scattered here and there.
Saturday was ok; Pops was in a rant over finding some lost items of Jacks. It’s as if he wants to erase him completely from his existence. It all stems from the fact that Jacks refuses to work for him -- just as I did. When Jacks was very young, he wanted to be just like Pops, something I never could figure out why. He is an architect with his own firm, something Jacks also wants. They both love to draw, mainly landscapes and buildings. My Pops saw a virtual goldmine with Jacks coming on board, someone he could mold and twist into the little worker bee he’s always dreamed of.
After multiple tirades and rants and childish acts, Jacks saw that being around him wasn’t the life he wanted. His dreams of working with him flew out the window and he chose another path to lead.
I spoke of him briefly Saturday with Jacks new love, she calls him a very clever name of “Pussy with a beard”. It fits him to a tea; she doesn’t know all the problems we have had with the old man in the past. Nor, how our Pops was “PC” pre cancer times, the father that you could be proud of, anyway, she kept me entertained most of Saturday, while I waited on customers and did some book work.
That night, Emily (My Gs friend) came over to say goodbye to Luke and see what might be up. I chose to go out a while and invited her to tag along. Figuring she might be afraid of the gang – she fit right in. Scary thought, to know someone else is like our group of mongrels.
Sunday was the usual, church and then Gs for a ton of food, the paper and a nap. I wanted to get out on my bike a while and hit the breeze but the rains set in. Maybe tonight I can venture out a while before it gets too dark.
Monday, March 31
Thursday, March 27
Back to normal
So last night we all traipsed down to see Lori practice/scrimmage with her new softball team. She was casually yapping on her assigned first base, or course not paying attention to the coach or the game, she was in girl gossip mode. Luke and I, ever more the coaches from the bleachers, kept motioning to her to watch the game, she would snarl at us and continue to blab. Seeing that she wasn’t going to take her game or the practice seriously, we decided to go see some of the older guys across the park warm up for their season.
As Luke and I sat and chatted with some people we hadn’t seen in a while, it brought me back “so long ago” when I played ball. I loved playing first base and shortstop the most; pitching you had too much pressure on you. Since I’m a southpaw, the coach wanted me out there as much as possible; I think that’s the only time a left handed person is really an asset. Having my older brother on the team with me, made the games even more fun since we compete at everything. At that time we had the same build and looked very similar, so if I were off –let’s say, behind the bleachers um busy—Luke could put on a batting helmet and hit for me, as I could for him.
After her practice Lori came to us with her head down wanting to pout because we didn’t want to sit there the whole time and watch her giggle and look at the boys. We explained to her that we expected her to at least try or act interested in the game. Luke pointed out how the guys were watching the ball or doing something other than gossiping – she didn’t get it. She accused us or wanting to flirt with the women that sat around us and was going straight home to tell Julie, Luke and I both laughed.
We dropped the brat off at the house; we made a sharp turn to the Greenhouse, for a game of cards and more flirting.
As Luke and I sat and chatted with some people we hadn’t seen in a while, it brought me back “so long ago” when I played ball. I loved playing first base and shortstop the most; pitching you had too much pressure on you. Since I’m a southpaw, the coach wanted me out there as much as possible; I think that’s the only time a left handed person is really an asset. Having my older brother on the team with me, made the games even more fun since we compete at everything. At that time we had the same build and looked very similar, so if I were off –let’s say, behind the bleachers um busy—Luke could put on a batting helmet and hit for me, as I could for him.
After her practice Lori came to us with her head down wanting to pout because we didn’t want to sit there the whole time and watch her giggle and look at the boys. We explained to her that we expected her to at least try or act interested in the game. Luke pointed out how the guys were watching the ball or doing something other than gossiping – she didn’t get it. She accused us or wanting to flirt with the women that sat around us and was going straight home to tell Julie, Luke and I both laughed.
We dropped the brat off at the house; we made a sharp turn to the Greenhouse, for a game of cards and more flirting.
Tuesday, March 25
Old times
It’s funny how the holiday brings on old memories and people from the past, last night a good old friend of mine came into town. I didn’t realize just how much I missed them until they walked into the greenhouse and gave that big old smile and then giving me hell, I missed it.
Everyone at home is now on the relax mode, just sitting around talking and enjoying the peace of having family and company. I however, had to go back to work and today and tomorrow will be extra busy with the gents from the City, that’s ok, I guess.
Jacks I think is eager to go back home and get settled back into his routine with the one he loves now. I didn’t see it, but he’s truly happy now, why I will never guess, it appears to be an never ending drama with those two. PG says he can see calmness in his face that he doesn’t have to wonder or worry anymore with this one. She’s a bit “mature” for him and he needs that, I put mature in quotes because, I know her too! (That’s a joke).
Lori is hipped to start her softball career and tomorrow night we all are going to watch her practice and cheer her on. She and Kyle were throwing the ball as much as he can throw it. I think it hit his tummy more than his glove, that’s nine times too big for him.
Mom sits and beams at Camen and G goes on and on how much she looks like Mom. I actually think Mom wanted another little girl to dress up after Lori but never got around to having another one.
Everyone at home is now on the relax mode, just sitting around talking and enjoying the peace of having family and company. I however, had to go back to work and today and tomorrow will be extra busy with the gents from the City, that’s ok, I guess.
Jacks I think is eager to go back home and get settled back into his routine with the one he loves now. I didn’t see it, but he’s truly happy now, why I will never guess, it appears to be an never ending drama with those two. PG says he can see calmness in his face that he doesn’t have to wonder or worry anymore with this one. She’s a bit “mature” for him and he needs that, I put mature in quotes because, I know her too! (That’s a joke).
Lori is hipped to start her softball career and tomorrow night we all are going to watch her practice and cheer her on. She and Kyle were throwing the ball as much as he can throw it. I think it hit his tummy more than his glove, that’s nine times too big for him.
Mom sits and beams at Camen and G goes on and on how much she looks like Mom. I actually think Mom wanted another little girl to dress up after Lori but never got around to having another one.
Sunday, March 23
Holidays And Food
Isn’t that what life is all about? Today I woke about 4:30 am to shower and dress for the sun rise services. I crawled to the shower, Luke and the bunch made it in around 8 pm last night the kids in their PJs asleep and Jacks all groggy headed. I had to laugh at them, mostly because I was happy to see them all, Lori wanted to squeal in delight but held her mouth so not to wake anyone.
We sat up the majority of the night talking and whispering to each other, Mom just held Camen and rocked in her rocking chair as Lori stood beside her I’m sure making plans on what to dress her in. It was nearly 1am before we all slumped off to our respected rooms for a bit of a nap to get going once more. Julie stayed home with the babies as the rest of us rumbled getting ready for church and then breakfast. I half heartily think Lori wanted to hang with Julie but Mom insisted she go with the rest of us.
After breakfast we all sat around for lightly dozing and chatting it up, of course I lay in my usual Sunday morning spot in the sun room reading the paper, fighting over the Ads with Jacks.
The Easter egg hunt was a riot, Camen drooled and bobbled around trying her best to hold her basket as Julie pointed to eggs. She quickly would snatch one up and plop it in her mouth. Kyle ran round and round yelping every time he found one, Lori had the good forethought to shake them and determine if they had money in them, if no she handed them off to Kyle. Mom and G and worked feverishly in the kitchen setting up for the picnic. We all sat down and ate once more as Lori counted her loot. Its dinner out tonight with about eight other families, seafood galore for us all. There was over 35 people in our group/family and cousins and members from the church. Giggles and jokes and pranks all around. My G was trying her best to get Jacks to talk to one of the girls in the church. She even made sure they sat next to each other. Emily is a sweetheart and so good and kind and wouldn’t let go of Camen but Jacks poked and plinked on Lori the whole night, I know where his heart and mind is and its not on Emily, good try anyway G. The camping portion is set for later since they came in so late last night. This again might be an interesting event. Scary stories and marshmallow treats with popcorn. It’s funny I remember doing this all my youth with my two brothers and now as adults we get to pass this fun on. Some day Jacks and myself will have the small ones to join in the fun. However, I can see Amy hanging out with us I can not see Jacks latest sitting out in the wilderness with the mosquitoes and listening to scary stories. Anyway, I must grab a a few items and ready for the fun of camping in the wild wild woods.
We sat up the majority of the night talking and whispering to each other, Mom just held Camen and rocked in her rocking chair as Lori stood beside her I’m sure making plans on what to dress her in. It was nearly 1am before we all slumped off to our respected rooms for a bit of a nap to get going once more. Julie stayed home with the babies as the rest of us rumbled getting ready for church and then breakfast. I half heartily think Lori wanted to hang with Julie but Mom insisted she go with the rest of us.
After breakfast we all sat around for lightly dozing and chatting it up, of course I lay in my usual Sunday morning spot in the sun room reading the paper, fighting over the Ads with Jacks.
The Easter egg hunt was a riot, Camen drooled and bobbled around trying her best to hold her basket as Julie pointed to eggs. She quickly would snatch one up and plop it in her mouth. Kyle ran round and round yelping every time he found one, Lori had the good forethought to shake them and determine if they had money in them, if no she handed them off to Kyle. Mom and G and worked feverishly in the kitchen setting up for the picnic. We all sat down and ate once more as Lori counted her loot. Its dinner out tonight with about eight other families, seafood galore for us all. There was over 35 people in our group/family and cousins and members from the church. Giggles and jokes and pranks all around. My G was trying her best to get Jacks to talk to one of the girls in the church. She even made sure they sat next to each other. Emily is a sweetheart and so good and kind and wouldn’t let go of Camen but Jacks poked and plinked on Lori the whole night, I know where his heart and mind is and its not on Emily, good try anyway G. The camping portion is set for later since they came in so late last night. This again might be an interesting event. Scary stories and marshmallow treats with popcorn. It’s funny I remember doing this all my youth with my two brothers and now as adults we get to pass this fun on. Some day Jacks and myself will have the small ones to join in the fun. However, I can see Amy hanging out with us I can not see Jacks latest sitting out in the wilderness with the mosquitoes and listening to scary stories. Anyway, I must grab a a few items and ready for the fun of camping in the wild wild woods.
Saturday, March 22
Well Saturday & The Fun Begins!
Early this morning, Mom hung the phone up with Luke, he has the whole family packed in the truck and ready to slide on down here for a few days. I can only imagine what all the items they are bringing down. He and Julie feel the whole house needs to travel with them when they take the kids - and Jacks. I can not wait to see those two little ones and hear them giggle and spout off words, I think Camen only drools and blurs out Maammmmaa. She started walking about 2 weeks ago on Friday, so that means extra baby proofing the house, or at least my room.
I guess portions of my last post weren’t as nice sounds as they should have been. I didn’t intend on making anyone mad or sound angry. I’ve always been taught that people will read your work as they may with their moods and there is nothing you can do, that if: Frank The Farmer reads your blog and he’s pissed at the world because his cow tipped over a full milk bucket. He probably will hate every word you put down.
At first when I heard that my post was taken as mean, it disgusted me. “Well shit, here we go again. I can’t put down what I feel without hurting someone’s feelings once more.” It rumbled around in my mind a while, I read and reread it over a few times. I can see maybe how it was taken out of context but won’t change it. It’s been sorted out and I will continue to put down my feelings again -- to a fashion.
I still have that easy going come-what-may attitude right now, other people and their crazy hardships in their lives isn’t going to effect me. PG and I were discussing a couple of people we know that have certain life issues going on (Jacks) was one of course. I think we both plan on setting him down and showing him the correct way of treating someone or how to be respected. “Once you let them kick you down and you stay down, you are down for the count” well, that’s my philosophy in life and relationships, however wrong that may be. Besides a mutual respect should be had between each individual not the “This is what I want and to hell with your feelings” My Ex was a champ at convincing me what ever her will was -- was the best route to take. I was miserable, in the end and loathed myself for being put in that situation. Then someone kicked me in the ass (my PG) and like Rocky Balboa I stood at the top of the steps and swore “Never again will I let someone take control of my life”. (I was going to use Scarlet O’Hara and the “As God is my witness“….) but Rocky seemed more appropriate for me to use. Oh aren’t I a fun sexist one?
Today will be a suit shopping day since that portion of yesterday was blown to hell and back. The clothing stores were packed like sardines all day long as I attempted to look for a decent pair of pants and jacket.
I guess portions of my last post weren’t as nice sounds as they should have been. I didn’t intend on making anyone mad or sound angry. I’ve always been taught that people will read your work as they may with their moods and there is nothing you can do, that if: Frank The Farmer reads your blog and he’s pissed at the world because his cow tipped over a full milk bucket. He probably will hate every word you put down.
At first when I heard that my post was taken as mean, it disgusted me. “Well shit, here we go again. I can’t put down what I feel without hurting someone’s feelings once more.” It rumbled around in my mind a while, I read and reread it over a few times. I can see maybe how it was taken out of context but won’t change it. It’s been sorted out and I will continue to put down my feelings again -- to a fashion.
I still have that easy going come-what-may attitude right now, other people and their crazy hardships in their lives isn’t going to effect me. PG and I were discussing a couple of people we know that have certain life issues going on (Jacks) was one of course. I think we both plan on setting him down and showing him the correct way of treating someone or how to be respected. “Once you let them kick you down and you stay down, you are down for the count” well, that’s my philosophy in life and relationships, however wrong that may be. Besides a mutual respect should be had between each individual not the “This is what I want and to hell with your feelings” My Ex was a champ at convincing me what ever her will was -- was the best route to take. I was miserable, in the end and loathed myself for being put in that situation. Then someone kicked me in the ass (my PG) and like Rocky Balboa I stood at the top of the steps and swore “Never again will I let someone take control of my life”. (I was going to use Scarlet O’Hara and the “As God is my witness“….) but Rocky seemed more appropriate for me to use. Oh aren’t I a fun sexist one?
Today will be a suit shopping day since that portion of yesterday was blown to hell and back. The clothing stores were packed like sardines all day long as I attempted to look for a decent pair of pants and jacket.
Friday, March 21
Good Friday!...?
Of course it is, I have family on the road coming home, Easter eggs to hide… a new suit to buy and shoes to go along with it…nothing like waiting till the last minute.
Thank goodness I have no class today (no smart ass remarks here folks) I plan on hanging in the office as little as possible, I woke to cool crisp air out this morning and the sky a beautiful blue with the jet streams marking it all up. I inhaled deep and for some reason I know this day is going to be just right.
So let’s mess it all up with talk of the Fashionista chicks! As I stated a while back the queen of the gang was in my last class and her cohort in crime. They felt that fake compliments and bribing me (not only me, about 50% of the males in there) with food and drink might persuade us to help them in a class project – it didn’t.
This term I have no less than 5 in my class, well its down to 4 now – I think there was a 3 day sale at some department store and I haven’t seen this particular girl since then. The queen is also in the class, but for some odd reason she avoids sitting next to me, maybe because I usually scowl or give her the eye roll. This means I luck out in not hearing her nine inch nails tapping out text messages and smelling the reek of perfume she wears, plus the occasional giggle.
Their latest victim is a funny little guy that is super smart in horticulture and landscape drafting, it’s the typical cooing, ohhing and ahhing at him, he beams with pride, pushes up his glasses and “shows” how he created his lawn masterpiece “and you can do yours like this too!” Oh brother….
I managed to make it to class one morning early to catch him in the act of planning out where he might sit; he chose a table where all the ladies could surround him. One unknowing chap sat down next to him, thus invading his circle, so he promptly jumped up and made another “nest” for himself and the ladies.
I haven’t quiet figured out how it is they go about passing tests; they don’t have him to guide them. It may be that they actually study and break down and crack a book or they could cheat and look at each others papers. At any rate, they are about to be out of my hair for a few weeks. Spring break is upon us and I for one am super happy to be away.
It is a Good Friday, time to get out and celebrate the nice weather coming upon us, spend some time with family and friends and relax….which makes me think Twanda……next topic!
Thank goodness I have no class today (no smart ass remarks here folks) I plan on hanging in the office as little as possible, I woke to cool crisp air out this morning and the sky a beautiful blue with the jet streams marking it all up. I inhaled deep and for some reason I know this day is going to be just right.
So let’s mess it all up with talk of the Fashionista chicks! As I stated a while back the queen of the gang was in my last class and her cohort in crime. They felt that fake compliments and bribing me (not only me, about 50% of the males in there) with food and drink might persuade us to help them in a class project – it didn’t.
This term I have no less than 5 in my class, well its down to 4 now – I think there was a 3 day sale at some department store and I haven’t seen this particular girl since then. The queen is also in the class, but for some odd reason she avoids sitting next to me, maybe because I usually scowl or give her the eye roll. This means I luck out in not hearing her nine inch nails tapping out text messages and smelling the reek of perfume she wears, plus the occasional giggle.
Their latest victim is a funny little guy that is super smart in horticulture and landscape drafting, it’s the typical cooing, ohhing and ahhing at him, he beams with pride, pushes up his glasses and “shows” how he created his lawn masterpiece “and you can do yours like this too!” Oh brother….
I managed to make it to class one morning early to catch him in the act of planning out where he might sit; he chose a table where all the ladies could surround him. One unknowing chap sat down next to him, thus invading his circle, so he promptly jumped up and made another “nest” for himself and the ladies.
I haven’t quiet figured out how it is they go about passing tests; they don’t have him to guide them. It may be that they actually study and break down and crack a book or they could cheat and look at each others papers. At any rate, they are about to be out of my hair for a few weeks. Spring break is upon us and I for one am super happy to be away.
It is a Good Friday, time to get out and celebrate the nice weather coming upon us, spend some time with family and friends and relax….which makes me think Twanda……next topic!
Thursday, March 20
Seasonal Greetings!
I don’t know where that came from actually but it just felt right at the time.
Well, I have my money Easter eggs all set to go and hiding places in the back of my mind where I want to put them all. The game plan for the weekend (like this will happen) is that Luke and Jacks roll in sometime on Saturday. After settling in, we promised to go visit some family and then out to eat.
Saturday night is the campout if the weather permits; this means the whole group of us: Me, Luke, Julie, Jacks and the kiddos. All packed up in the back of PGs land, near the barn of course, since it has a bathroom. Ugggh women campers!
This will give me the opportunity to go hide the eggs without anyone seeing me do it. Then breakfast and church and then egg hunt!
A picnic lunch later on (once again if weather permits) and then out to eat dinner. From then on out it is anyone’s game plan; we just wanted to organize the weekend. Luke and Julie plan on staying around a few days to catch up and relax and let the little guys have some beach time. I’m not sure just what Jacks plans on doing.
I spoke to him late last night, he’s down in some sense, and he only wants to sleep. “It’s sorta demeaning to me Mark, everyone thinks I’m the bad guy here” I let him spill his guts to me about something that has been bothering him for days now. “They all act like I don’t care, but in a sense it’s like the same treatment I received before – I really wasn’t part of the gang.” I asked him exactly what was going on and all he said was “No one wonders if I’m hurt over the situation, because I’m a guy and the one that ended it all” I didn’t know what to tell him. Personally, I don’t think he was the only one who had a hand in the “ending” of it all. I’ve witnessed the other parties actions too.
I talked to Amy some on the phone; she’s about as bad as Cari is about calling in just whenever she pleases. I set times up for things; lunch is my time for Amy during the day hours. Amy calls sometimes around my lunch, when she can and I try sometimes to be able to answer the phone. Cari rolls in my office right now “Being bored” it’s all about to pick up with the weather creeping up on the warmer stuff. Cari insists on plopping herself at my desk and asking me what’s going on in my life. I try my best to be cool about it all, school is almost over with, work is picking up for me on my side of things and I really want to do some more interesting displays at the Greenhouse. I felt like one of the Fashionista chicks the other day, Cari kept calling me during my class, during a test none the less. After the third beep/buzz I shut the phone off in hopes she got the hint.
Mom and Lori and G all have been on the Easter dress hunt… would that be like an Easter egg hunt? Anyway, G purchased one and wasn’t happy after she tried it on at home, Mom insisted that I go look for a new suit and called to make sure Jacks had one that fit him as well, if not that may be added to the Saturday list of things to do.
Speaking of the Fashionista group, I do plan on blogging about them, hopefully tomorrow as I have a million topics and a few requests to keep updates on them.
Well, I have my money Easter eggs all set to go and hiding places in the back of my mind where I want to put them all. The game plan for the weekend (like this will happen) is that Luke and Jacks roll in sometime on Saturday. After settling in, we promised to go visit some family and then out to eat.
Saturday night is the campout if the weather permits; this means the whole group of us: Me, Luke, Julie, Jacks and the kiddos. All packed up in the back of PGs land, near the barn of course, since it has a bathroom. Ugggh women campers!
This will give me the opportunity to go hide the eggs without anyone seeing me do it. Then breakfast and church and then egg hunt!
A picnic lunch later on (once again if weather permits) and then out to eat dinner. From then on out it is anyone’s game plan; we just wanted to organize the weekend. Luke and Julie plan on staying around a few days to catch up and relax and let the little guys have some beach time. I’m not sure just what Jacks plans on doing.
I spoke to him late last night, he’s down in some sense, and he only wants to sleep. “It’s sorta demeaning to me Mark, everyone thinks I’m the bad guy here” I let him spill his guts to me about something that has been bothering him for days now. “They all act like I don’t care, but in a sense it’s like the same treatment I received before – I really wasn’t part of the gang.” I asked him exactly what was going on and all he said was “No one wonders if I’m hurt over the situation, because I’m a guy and the one that ended it all” I didn’t know what to tell him. Personally, I don’t think he was the only one who had a hand in the “ending” of it all. I’ve witnessed the other parties actions too.
I talked to Amy some on the phone; she’s about as bad as Cari is about calling in just whenever she pleases. I set times up for things; lunch is my time for Amy during the day hours. Amy calls sometimes around my lunch, when she can and I try sometimes to be able to answer the phone. Cari rolls in my office right now “Being bored” it’s all about to pick up with the weather creeping up on the warmer stuff. Cari insists on plopping herself at my desk and asking me what’s going on in my life. I try my best to be cool about it all, school is almost over with, work is picking up for me on my side of things and I really want to do some more interesting displays at the Greenhouse. I felt like one of the Fashionista chicks the other day, Cari kept calling me during my class, during a test none the less. After the third beep/buzz I shut the phone off in hopes she got the hint.
Mom and Lori and G all have been on the Easter dress hunt… would that be like an Easter egg hunt? Anyway, G purchased one and wasn’t happy after she tried it on at home, Mom insisted that I go look for a new suit and called to make sure Jacks had one that fit him as well, if not that may be added to the Saturday list of things to do.
Speaking of the Fashionista group, I do plan on blogging about them, hopefully tomorrow as I have a million topics and a few requests to keep updates on them.
Tuesday, March 18
Ahhh Easter!
Well, that time of the year is upon us again. Jelly beans and Peeps and a side order of Chocolate bunnies. The celebration of Happy Hyper-ness for any candy hungry child, I can’t wait to see what happens this year.
Luke and I talked a while on the phone yesterday about having a massive egg hunt/picnic/dinner/campout. He was game for it and so was Julie. I could hear Kyle in the background shouting “egg hunt!”
I've missed my older brother in the last few weeks, I need someone to talk to lately that would be unbiased and give me an honest answer on a few "life" topics. It's an easy matter to talk to my parents about or the Grands but sometimes you need someone of your own generation to spill your guts to. Maybe I can resolve some things pondering in the back of my mind as of lately, then again maybe not and I will just fill up on Peeps.
I called Jacks late last night to inform him that Luke and his bunch would be dropping in for a few days and that he could easily catch a ride home for a while if he wanted to. At first he was hesitant, due to my Pops being a jerk, but I think I’ve talked him into coming home.
Lori misses him with a passion, and undoubtedly saddened that she didn’t get to see her brother on her birthday, nor have her little dinner and shopping excursion.
I think he needs to come home to get away from things going on with him, be it online or at school. I told him a nice break was in order to set his priorities in check. By the time we hung up, he was in agreement with me.
This morning I checked in with Mom about the plans and Pops strolled in making remarks that “If the baby comes home, he won’t want to go back to school”. Mom quickly reminded him how Jacks feels about going to school and that it’s his main priority in life right now.
My goal is to locate the best hiding spots for the Easter eggs, this year there will be three hunters of them. I do however have a fear that Lori might feel this is too immature for her, so Mom and I discussed a little monitary enjoyment in some of the eggs. Hence the fact I have to find good spots. My PG says to do a lot "In plain sight" then remembering one Christmas of me bolting into the living room and quickly being dissapointed for not having my own TV -- it was practically sitting on the floor beside me.
Luke and I talked a while on the phone yesterday about having a massive egg hunt/picnic/dinner/campout. He was game for it and so was Julie. I could hear Kyle in the background shouting “egg hunt!”
I've missed my older brother in the last few weeks, I need someone to talk to lately that would be unbiased and give me an honest answer on a few "life" topics. It's an easy matter to talk to my parents about or the Grands but sometimes you need someone of your own generation to spill your guts to. Maybe I can resolve some things pondering in the back of my mind as of lately, then again maybe not and I will just fill up on Peeps.
I called Jacks late last night to inform him that Luke and his bunch would be dropping in for a few days and that he could easily catch a ride home for a while if he wanted to. At first he was hesitant, due to my Pops being a jerk, but I think I’ve talked him into coming home.
Lori misses him with a passion, and undoubtedly saddened that she didn’t get to see her brother on her birthday, nor have her little dinner and shopping excursion.
I think he needs to come home to get away from things going on with him, be it online or at school. I told him a nice break was in order to set his priorities in check. By the time we hung up, he was in agreement with me.
This morning I checked in with Mom about the plans and Pops strolled in making remarks that “If the baby comes home, he won’t want to go back to school”. Mom quickly reminded him how Jacks feels about going to school and that it’s his main priority in life right now.
My goal is to locate the best hiding spots for the Easter eggs, this year there will be three hunters of them. I do however have a fear that Lori might feel this is too immature for her, so Mom and I discussed a little monitary enjoyment in some of the eggs. Hence the fact I have to find good spots. My PG says to do a lot "In plain sight" then remembering one Christmas of me bolting into the living room and quickly being dissapointed for not having my own TV -- it was practically sitting on the floor beside me.
Monday, March 17
Friday Night Lights
Well, we pounced out to see/hear Trace play in the new pub. He sat at the table with us before his set and you could tell he was nervous. Holding her hand and twisting a napkin with the other. Michelle and I worked our magic making faces and requesting the oddest songs for him to play. He loved it, and it seemed to work the crowd as well, they joined in.
Of course it wasn’t all fun and games that night with storms rolling in, nasty ones at that. I saw on TV where Atlanta was hit with a tornado, which brought chills to me because Luke and his group live up there. I didn’t want to call from a bar and wake everyone up at his house so I waited till Saturday to hear from him. All was well. Whew!
The storm only brought me extra work after it blew through, not a bad deal. It kept me very busy this weekend organizing and planning out this week’s strategy. I hopped in the office on Sunday to organize a bit more before a long day at Gs.
I had text Jacks early Sunday to find that the “strangers of drama” have departed from his life. I had to call because I now was really confused. “The king of psycho babble and long drawn out sentences is out”. I wanted to ask him what he’d been smoking, the guy that had been bugging him, left his group and his two lemming girls that drank his Kool-Aid followed. At any rate he said things will be getting along a lot better now. Whatever floats you boat.
Lori and I, later on Sunday worked on her throwing arm. PG and I and she all made a huge triangle and tossed the ball back and forth. When PG would throw it at me I noticed my hand began to sting. “Hey wait a minute! You are throwing zingers!” He smirked at me and said “throw them back” I did.
So today I type with a semi tender right palm……..
Of course it wasn’t all fun and games that night with storms rolling in, nasty ones at that. I saw on TV where Atlanta was hit with a tornado, which brought chills to me because Luke and his group live up there. I didn’t want to call from a bar and wake everyone up at his house so I waited till Saturday to hear from him. All was well. Whew!
The storm only brought me extra work after it blew through, not a bad deal. It kept me very busy this weekend organizing and planning out this week’s strategy. I hopped in the office on Sunday to organize a bit more before a long day at Gs.
I had text Jacks early Sunday to find that the “strangers of drama” have departed from his life. I had to call because I now was really confused. “The king of psycho babble and long drawn out sentences is out”. I wanted to ask him what he’d been smoking, the guy that had been bugging him, left his group and his two lemming girls that drank his Kool-Aid followed. At any rate he said things will be getting along a lot better now. Whatever floats you boat.
Lori and I, later on Sunday worked on her throwing arm. PG and I and she all made a huge triangle and tossed the ball back and forth. When PG would throw it at me I noticed my hand began to sting. “Hey wait a minute! You are throwing zingers!” He smirked at me and said “throw them back” I did.
So today I type with a semi tender right palm……..
Thursday, March 13
Oh baseball weather here we come!
My little sister is going to be the female Hank Aaron of the 20th century! She loves to play softball and swing that bat in the batting cages. Last night she and I trolled down to the park to have some practice in batting. She swung her bat like it was 59 pounds in her hands, so now we pretend she’s batting at a bee. After a few pitches she was slamming the ball against the fence and one clearly out of the pen. “Did you see that Mark wasn’t that cool?” I stood in awe.
Now if she does that in the games we will be cooking with gas and she will be the terror on the home plate. She has a pretty good arm as well and her aim isn’t too bad. Of course, her aim wasn’t bad when she was younger either, I remember once sitting at the dinner table, Luke wasn’t paying attention to her like he’s required to and was popped in the head with a pork chop bone. She received her attention on her rear end that night.
I called Jacks yesterday before heading out, still no word on the golf tournament so I have no idea if we will be doing the birthday trip again. He was tired when we talked, in fact going to take a nap before dinner, something he never does. I asked him if he had eaten anything and that was a negative and a loud uuggghhh! I laughed and said ok but to please drink something to keep things running smoothly. The other guy that was sick along with Jacks is still having problems keeping food down; Jacks said that poor guy ate more of the tainted burger than he.
Last night Mom made mention that she wish Jacks would come home for a visit. I wasn’t sure if I should bring this topic up right now or not. We will see. My Pops is ever more in a constant battle over some issue going on in his life; it’s like he’s become very unstable. Even his brother made mention of it to me the other night. Once again I kept my opinions to myself and let my uncle come up with his own resolve about his little brother.
Friday night, if all things work out, I plan on listening to Trace in a new pub. I haven’t seen or heard from him in a few weeks, since he now has a new love in his life. Those of you that know Trace knows what kind of miracle this is. Since he was so down and out over his last fling and the one after that left him in great confusion. I know the girl he’s seeing very well, she is very sweet and loves him so much. It’s good to see him in a happier light now. Anyway, Michelle and I are planning on stopping in and making faces at him while he is up on the stage (she didn’t want to go to the pub alone). Hey, who am I to say no when it comes to making faces at Trace?
Now if she does that in the games we will be cooking with gas and she will be the terror on the home plate. She has a pretty good arm as well and her aim isn’t too bad. Of course, her aim wasn’t bad when she was younger either, I remember once sitting at the dinner table, Luke wasn’t paying attention to her like he’s required to and was popped in the head with a pork chop bone. She received her attention on her rear end that night.
I called Jacks yesterday before heading out, still no word on the golf tournament so I have no idea if we will be doing the birthday trip again. He was tired when we talked, in fact going to take a nap before dinner, something he never does. I asked him if he had eaten anything and that was a negative and a loud uuggghhh! I laughed and said ok but to please drink something to keep things running smoothly. The other guy that was sick along with Jacks is still having problems keeping food down; Jacks said that poor guy ate more of the tainted burger than he.
Last night Mom made mention that she wish Jacks would come home for a visit. I wasn’t sure if I should bring this topic up right now or not. We will see. My Pops is ever more in a constant battle over some issue going on in his life; it’s like he’s become very unstable. Even his brother made mention of it to me the other night. Once again I kept my opinions to myself and let my uncle come up with his own resolve about his little brother.
Friday night, if all things work out, I plan on listening to Trace in a new pub. I haven’t seen or heard from him in a few weeks, since he now has a new love in his life. Those of you that know Trace knows what kind of miracle this is. Since he was so down and out over his last fling and the one after that left him in great confusion. I know the girl he’s seeing very well, she is very sweet and loves him so much. It’s good to see him in a happier light now. Anyway, Michelle and I are planning on stopping in and making faces at him while he is up on the stage (she didn’t want to go to the pub alone). Hey, who am I to say no when it comes to making faces at Trace?
Wednesday, March 12
Oh hamburger!
Early yesterday afternoon my Mom calls me all frantic “Your brother, the Master Chef has done it again” I had no inkling what she was babbling on about. Then she told me the school called and Jacks was in the hospital for food poisoning and may need his stomach pumped. Oh gravy, can he possibly just sit still a day or two and not get into any more scrapes?
I promised to watch Lori at her softball practice last night so off and on I tried calling him to see how he was feeling. Lori loves her team and going into the batting cages, this surprises me because she is such a priss and hates to get dirty. All the little girls piled up near first base to chatter and gossip, Lori has all the fun in playing first.
I gave Jacks a call later on last night as sort of a check up, he spoke to me in a weak sleepy voice, and you could clearly hear he was beat. “So, how about you and me grab a bite to eat?” I heard his gag reflexes go to work on him and he said a few, as Lori would put it “not nice” things to say.
He was making me laugh so hard but I kept it as a muffled snicker while on the phone. I would ask questions and in and out of his daze he would answer me. Some times with the oddest replies. “Jacks what exactly did you do buddy?” his reply would be “Well, Ed if the load bearing wall was moved approximately 6 inches….” Clearly he was out of it. I kept him on the phone a while longer, partly to sooth my mind he was ok and also to get a few more laughs.
This morning I gave him a call bright and early, same groggy voice. I asked him exactly what might he has done. “Hey! It wasn’t me! I bought the stupid hamburgers” did you see? HAMBURGERS --- plural. He ate the first one just fine, no problem but the 2nd one didn’t taste the same and had about 3 bites of it and stopped eating, almost immediately felt ill. Apparently him self and one other guy at the table had the same bout of problems. He said he was ok, just super tired and with a huge headache and never wanted another hamburger again in his life. Yeah right, he will be eating them by the end of the week. I asked if they pumped his stomach and he snarled no they didn’t need to it was working on that quiet well on its own.
I told him he sounded much better that he did last night. “We talked last night?” I explained it was super late and yeah we did have an amusing conversation. He could hardly remember coming home, one of the kids from his class, who stayed with him and the other guy the whole time got him settled.
I promised to watch Lori at her softball practice last night so off and on I tried calling him to see how he was feeling. Lori loves her team and going into the batting cages, this surprises me because she is such a priss and hates to get dirty. All the little girls piled up near first base to chatter and gossip, Lori has all the fun in playing first.
I gave Jacks a call later on last night as sort of a check up, he spoke to me in a weak sleepy voice, and you could clearly hear he was beat. “So, how about you and me grab a bite to eat?” I heard his gag reflexes go to work on him and he said a few, as Lori would put it “not nice” things to say.
He was making me laugh so hard but I kept it as a muffled snicker while on the phone. I would ask questions and in and out of his daze he would answer me. Some times with the oddest replies. “Jacks what exactly did you do buddy?” his reply would be “Well, Ed if the load bearing wall was moved approximately 6 inches….” Clearly he was out of it. I kept him on the phone a while longer, partly to sooth my mind he was ok and also to get a few more laughs.
This morning I gave him a call bright and early, same groggy voice. I asked him exactly what might he has done. “Hey! It wasn’t me! I bought the stupid hamburgers” did you see? HAMBURGERS --- plural. He ate the first one just fine, no problem but the 2nd one didn’t taste the same and had about 3 bites of it and stopped eating, almost immediately felt ill. Apparently him self and one other guy at the table had the same bout of problems. He said he was ok, just super tired and with a huge headache and never wanted another hamburger again in his life. Yeah right, he will be eating them by the end of the week. I asked if they pumped his stomach and he snarled no they didn’t need to it was working on that quiet well on its own.
I told him he sounded much better that he did last night. “We talked last night?” I explained it was super late and yeah we did have an amusing conversation. He could hardly remember coming home, one of the kids from his class, who stayed with him and the other guy the whole time got him settled.
Monday, March 10
Weekend Blew By AKA Blow-By-Blows
Well, we didn’t get to make the birthday party trip this weekend, as I mentioned the weather might pull a factor on us and it did. Like I said, being from the south we don’t get that much snow in, nor do we drive in it well. Those of you from the north may get a giggle out of it and think “That’s nothing, one inch of snow!” I know for a fact “our” snow is much different. Its usually very wet and slick and icy not the nice dry snow where the temps are cooler to keep the snow together and dry. On top of that our cities don’t have the nice snow plows and salt trucks, they usually just put up a barricade in hopes you don’t use the road all together.
After letting Lori down she asked if we might go next weekend, I’m not sure because I planned to be in a golf tournament that then for charity. Not that I’m some superhero golfer but that I did promise to play in it. I’m trying to shuffle some things around if not this weekend then next one definitely.
She wasn’t too happy with this answer but took it like a champ and partied on anyways. Giving Jacks a call saying she’s sorry that she won’t get to see him for a little while longer. I think he was just as sad not to see her, besides I wanted to get the full scoop on what was going on over there with him with the "Little strangers" ordeals.
My Pops on Saturday was on a full boat tirade about Jacks and his school. “Full scholarship my ass!” Apparently the school sent some sort of bill to the house and Pops was going to refuse to pay it. My Mom snagged it up and wrote the check. “Some times I don’t even get your father Mark”. I chose not to respond to either of the comments as to not hurt anyone’s feelings on the matter and besides I knew she was just venting.
She’s been doing much better with the weather improving and keeping her self away from people with infections. This week should be a busy one, let’s see how busy it gets and how well I deal.
After letting Lori down she asked if we might go next weekend, I’m not sure because I planned to be in a golf tournament that then for charity. Not that I’m some superhero golfer but that I did promise to play in it. I’m trying to shuffle some things around if not this weekend then next one definitely.
She wasn’t too happy with this answer but took it like a champ and partied on anyways. Giving Jacks a call saying she’s sorry that she won’t get to see him for a little while longer. I think he was just as sad not to see her, besides I wanted to get the full scoop on what was going on over there with him with the "Little strangers" ordeals.
My Pops on Saturday was on a full boat tirade about Jacks and his school. “Full scholarship my ass!” Apparently the school sent some sort of bill to the house and Pops was going to refuse to pay it. My Mom snagged it up and wrote the check. “Some times I don’t even get your father Mark”. I chose not to respond to either of the comments as to not hurt anyone’s feelings on the matter and besides I knew she was just venting.
She’s been doing much better with the weather improving and keeping her self away from people with infections. This week should be a busy one, let’s see how busy it gets and how well I deal.
Saturday, March 8
Ho Hum
Lately I’ve been receiving some interesting emails from people reading the blog. Wanting me to join or add to their groups, they would reciprocate a link for me, that’s all well and good but I’m not much of a “joiner”. I do this as a way to keep up with the events of what is going on in my life and the people around me. I don’t do it for popularity or “How many Hits” this isn’t Facebook or any of those other popularity web sites.
I do this because it helps me; I like the comments because I get other points of views and give me a more open mind. Also, to look back to see where I’ve come from and grown and all the stuff I have messed up or hopefully improved upon. I’ve also been known to embellish my events a little, I mean who wants to read “I was hungry, I ate -- mm good, school was fun and I had a lot of home work, then bed”.
A couple of people wanted me to post photos of the people I write about, so they will have a face to relate to the story too. That won’t happen, with the drama we had last summer and the 40 year old lady that lived near us doing the creepy super stalk. She still emails me asking how Jacks is and that she misses talking to him, that gives me the goose bumps of Willies just thinking about it. “Shudder”. Besides, my Mom and a few other relatives read this and would totally lose their whole mind if they knew I put some sort of photo up on here, to me that’s wrong on so many levels.
I’ve met one person from the internet, she’s a total lunatic and that’s Shay. I had to go to Nashville a while back and she was on the way there. Its not like I stopped in to say hey and then leave, there was a conference going on and she worked the civic center for her job as well that week.
I’ve heard horror stories about people having one impression about someone from ”online” meeting them out in the real world and then mysteriously never hearing from them again. I guess that’s one of the wonders of online and emails. You don’t like them, or they piss you off, all you have to do is mute or change your email address. End of story, the end, over and out, problem solved. That is, if you are the dumper, if you are the dumpee then I pity you, because you have to sit and wonder what the hell you did wrong.
I do this because it helps me; I like the comments because I get other points of views and give me a more open mind. Also, to look back to see where I’ve come from and grown and all the stuff I have messed up or hopefully improved upon. I’ve also been known to embellish my events a little, I mean who wants to read “I was hungry, I ate -- mm good, school was fun and I had a lot of home work, then bed”.
A couple of people wanted me to post photos of the people I write about, so they will have a face to relate to the story too. That won’t happen, with the drama we had last summer and the 40 year old lady that lived near us doing the creepy super stalk. She still emails me asking how Jacks is and that she misses talking to him, that gives me the goose bumps of Willies just thinking about it. “Shudder”. Besides, my Mom and a few other relatives read this and would totally lose their whole mind if they knew I put some sort of photo up on here, to me that’s wrong on so many levels.
I’ve met one person from the internet, she’s a total lunatic and that’s Shay. I had to go to Nashville a while back and she was on the way there. Its not like I stopped in to say hey and then leave, there was a conference going on and she worked the civic center for her job as well that week.
I’ve heard horror stories about people having one impression about someone from ”online” meeting them out in the real world and then mysteriously never hearing from them again. I guess that’s one of the wonders of online and emails. You don’t like them, or they piss you off, all you have to do is mute or change your email address. End of story, the end, over and out, problem solved. That is, if you are the dumper, if you are the dumpee then I pity you, because you have to sit and wonder what the hell you did wrong.
Friday, March 7
Getting ready to roll….
Well, today I thought Lori and I would go shopping for some travel snacks and fun things to do while on the road. She is all in a flurry to see Jacks, I don’t even think she cares it’s her birthday weekend. That is ok too; if she has a good time then all is well. She was on the phone last night talking to her friends about her trip and then calling Jacks to make sure he was still coming.
I was worried about Jacks the other night, he was super depressed over a heated discussion he had with someone, and they did the one fateful thing of comparing him to our Pops. “It doesn’t matter Mark, it’s how they feel about me now”. When he told me what happened, my heart winced in pain for him. He's like me, he will act like it doesn't bother him but the hurt will linger on for a long time, running those bad/stupid thoughts in the back of his head over and over.
Anyone that truly knows my brother, he’s a very generous and sweet guy that can get flustered at times and if pushed and will naturally panic, as anyone would.
The person that accused him of being my Pops clearly doesn't know my Pops, I'm positive Jacks didn't hit or humiliate anyone to the point of breaking them down, that, is my Pops tactics of abuse. Jacks claimed he was tired of some head games being thrown his way and couldn’t take it anymore, (Here, I'm proud of him -- he usually shuts up and lets people run all over him.) along with to be made out the bad guy when all he was doing was trying to making a point. Something about “tag teamed pity stories” and it all eventually twisted on him as he expected it would be. I’m not sure the whole story about this, and probably will get an ear full when I do see him. All I know is that he assured me from now on he's washed his hands of that kind of event. "Let the cards fall where they may". What ever the circumstances, he was not very happy about the situation and I could hear it over the phone.
I couldn’t figure if it was stress of school, these strangers he was talking about, or the projects he’s partnering in may be getting him down and worried. He assured me the latter was coming together after some trial and errors, and the fact he works on those late at night when everything is quiet. School he says is a cake walk, which only leaves the strangers as an issue.
The trip will be sort of weather eventful, that we may run into some snow! I don’t think Lori has ever really seen snow, so she will have a cool birthday with a snowball fight to boot. I’m not going to tell her about it, in hopes of making it a surprise and the fact that the south isn’t that predictable on the snow forecasts. It would be my luck to tell her we might have some and then it never shows.
I have one of those cool GPS units that talks to you while you drive, I want to try that out as well, in hopes to use it this summer with my visit to see Jacks for our bike excursions.
I was worried about Jacks the other night, he was super depressed over a heated discussion he had with someone, and they did the one fateful thing of comparing him to our Pops. “It doesn’t matter Mark, it’s how they feel about me now”. When he told me what happened, my heart winced in pain for him. He's like me, he will act like it doesn't bother him but the hurt will linger on for a long time, running those bad/stupid thoughts in the back of his head over and over.
Anyone that truly knows my brother, he’s a very generous and sweet guy that can get flustered at times and if pushed and will naturally panic, as anyone would.
The person that accused him of being my Pops clearly doesn't know my Pops, I'm positive Jacks didn't hit or humiliate anyone to the point of breaking them down, that, is my Pops tactics of abuse. Jacks claimed he was tired of some head games being thrown his way and couldn’t take it anymore, (Here, I'm proud of him -- he usually shuts up and lets people run all over him.) along with to be made out the bad guy when all he was doing was trying to making a point. Something about “tag teamed pity stories” and it all eventually twisted on him as he expected it would be. I’m not sure the whole story about this, and probably will get an ear full when I do see him. All I know is that he assured me from now on he's washed his hands of that kind of event. "Let the cards fall where they may". What ever the circumstances, he was not very happy about the situation and I could hear it over the phone.
I couldn’t figure if it was stress of school, these strangers he was talking about, or the projects he’s partnering in may be getting him down and worried. He assured me the latter was coming together after some trial and errors, and the fact he works on those late at night when everything is quiet. School he says is a cake walk, which only leaves the strangers as an issue.
The trip will be sort of weather eventful, that we may run into some snow! I don’t think Lori has ever really seen snow, so she will have a cool birthday with a snowball fight to boot. I’m not going to tell her about it, in hopes of making it a surprise and the fact that the south isn’t that predictable on the snow forecasts. It would be my luck to tell her we might have some and then it never shows.
I have one of those cool GPS units that talks to you while you drive, I want to try that out as well, in hopes to use it this summer with my visit to see Jacks for our bike excursions.
Wednesday, March 5
A catch up to catch up on
These last few weeks have been a blur to me, work is slowly picking up, and the weather is becoming perfect to working outside once more.
School has been entertaining of sorts; the Fashionista Gang has been in full force. Prowling around each student and thinking of schemes, trying to get others to help or do there homework and outside assignments. It’s really at a high school level the way they are acting. The other day in class one was texting her boyfriend and snickering the whole time with a cohort showing her the messages she received.
The queen of the gang, I haven’t seen out so much, which makes me feel at ease now. Although I do miss having the free unopened beers sent my way. When she walks in a class we share, she makes a bee line in the opposite direction.
My PG had a slight heart palpitation on Friday that put us in an uproar; a while back he had a major stroke, so any small event like this would naturally be upsetting. My G took it all in stride, insisting that if he doesn’t lay off the school popcorn she would kill him.
Amy seems to have settled somewhat with her double jobs; she’s also learned its best not to tell me about her pesky brother anymore. I don’t hear the horror stories of a nearly 16 year old boy crying because he has to go to school or doesn’t want to take his medicine.
This weekend is Loris birthday party; oh my God she’s going to be 9, nearly the double digit age. She’s been out of sorts lately because she wants Jacks to come home. My idiot of a father pointed out its best he stay put where he is. This tore her heart out, calling him nearly nightly crying on the phone for him to come home. I think it’s harder on him than it is her. Anyway, we are going to meet at the cabin – a halfway point for us and celebrate with going out to dinner and what ever pleases her that Saturday night.
I pity him because he feels that he’s just a burden to have to go through these steps to be with family, it’s not him that’s the problem its our Pops.
Jacks has his own drama going on with one person he’s been spending a lot of time with. I wont go there…..I have been talking to Shay, a mutual friend of ours, that lives about 15 minutes from him. She insists he is having a blast and plans on inviting him to some of her house parties as soon as the weather permits. She informed me that all the girls’ eyes popped out of their heads when he first walked on campus. His huge goofy grin, silly humor, eagerness to help others make him a favorite with the ladies and they all foam at the mouth to be around him. Of course he doesn’t see it and laughs if you mention it to him.
Hopefully this summer I can take my bike out and visit him for a nice long drive with the two of us just going wherever for a weekend.
School has been entertaining of sorts; the Fashionista Gang has been in full force. Prowling around each student and thinking of schemes, trying to get others to help or do there homework and outside assignments. It’s really at a high school level the way they are acting. The other day in class one was texting her boyfriend and snickering the whole time with a cohort showing her the messages she received.
The queen of the gang, I haven’t seen out so much, which makes me feel at ease now. Although I do miss having the free unopened beers sent my way. When she walks in a class we share, she makes a bee line in the opposite direction.
My PG had a slight heart palpitation on Friday that put us in an uproar; a while back he had a major stroke, so any small event like this would naturally be upsetting. My G took it all in stride, insisting that if he doesn’t lay off the school popcorn she would kill him.
Amy seems to have settled somewhat with her double jobs; she’s also learned its best not to tell me about her pesky brother anymore. I don’t hear the horror stories of a nearly 16 year old boy crying because he has to go to school or doesn’t want to take his medicine.
This weekend is Loris birthday party; oh my God she’s going to be 9, nearly the double digit age. She’s been out of sorts lately because she wants Jacks to come home. My idiot of a father pointed out its best he stay put where he is. This tore her heart out, calling him nearly nightly crying on the phone for him to come home. I think it’s harder on him than it is her. Anyway, we are going to meet at the cabin – a halfway point for us and celebrate with going out to dinner and what ever pleases her that Saturday night.
I pity him because he feels that he’s just a burden to have to go through these steps to be with family, it’s not him that’s the problem its our Pops.
Jacks has his own drama going on with one person he’s been spending a lot of time with. I wont go there…..I have been talking to Shay, a mutual friend of ours, that lives about 15 minutes from him. She insists he is having a blast and plans on inviting him to some of her house parties as soon as the weather permits. She informed me that all the girls’ eyes popped out of their heads when he first walked on campus. His huge goofy grin, silly humor, eagerness to help others make him a favorite with the ladies and they all foam at the mouth to be around him. Of course he doesn’t see it and laughs if you mention it to him.
Hopefully this summer I can take my bike out and visit him for a nice long drive with the two of us just going wherever for a weekend.
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