random_observations

I am resisting making a bullet list, but that’s probably all this entry is. Just sorta a recap of recent events and “stuff” from yours truly.

Mir and Otto are getting married! Go say hi. No word on whether she’ll lift the restraining order so I can go to the nuptials.

On the blog front, I moved my links to another page (the link link is now up at the top of each page). We’ll see how I like it (it’s all of a keystroke or two to move them back). The list was getting waaay long. And I don’t know if anybody but me ever clicks on one.

(just kidding about the restraining order thing. Good thing Mir has a sense of humor)

A huge thank you to everyone who commented on Lurker Amnesty Day. I tried to respond privately to everyone and I think I did, so if you didn’t get a response from me - I’m really sorry.

My wife is enjoying the petty jealousy I’m feeling over her old boyfriend. We’ve had lots of talks. We smile and laugh about it. It’s not a bad thing, I think it’s an important thing to explore what we each feel and expect about this. It’s kinda cool, actually. Even though I buried this in the middle of the entry so nobody would comment on it.

I can say that because the sex? Is awesome. And frequent, lately. That’s probably more than you need to know before breakfast (sorry, West Coasters)

Two weekends left of soccer for the fall.

Halloween? Sorry I haven’t written or posted much. We went “low key” this year, costumes from the dress-up box, no haunted houses, didn’t even give out candy. I have pictures and as usual I’ll post when I re-locate the camera.

Other blog stuff - I added a line where you can e-mail individual entries, or add them to delicious or digg (and I don’t use either service - do any of you? I can remove those links since they just clutter things up)

I accidentally nuked my countdown timer, apparently the database isn’t compatable with version 2.05 of Wordpress or something, so I switched timers. Now, instead of “days” it counts “sleeps.” Kinda cute. But this one won’t let you count UP (how many days since something happened) so that’s different.

I joined the millenium and bought a key driver. I can now haul files back and forth to work without gmailing them to myself. And, since gmail refuses to send applications, this is kinda handy.

I think this is enough for now, so we’ll stop here. Have a great day and weekend everyone.

That may seem like a funny name for a weekend recap, but that’s what I saw a lot of.

We drove to visit my wife’s mom, and some other folks, and spent about four hours on Saturday and almost five hours Sunday (damn traffic) on the highways and byways of Texas.

Damn, we could use some rain.

Some other things over the weekend?

My favorite new street name: Bugtussle Drive. There’s gotta be a good story about that.

You can make children crack up by saying “poopyhead.” You can make it worse by attempting to define situations where “poopy” is an adjective vs. a verb vs. a noun.

Swimming in 90 degree water is still refreshing when it is over 100 degrees outside.

Our family is great. Also? Best in small doses.

SpongeBob still captivates.

It’s good to be home.

I can’t think of a single. thing. to write.

Sorry y’all.

I was going to comment on how quickly a distraught woman with vaseline on a plane (lube on a plane?) was captured this morning, but I guess some people don’t think it as absurd as I do. (the whole “security alert,” not the poor woman in this incident). I mean, c’mon, isn’t it a little convenient to make a big stink about “gel bombs” or whatever after they had these people under surveillance for months and they hadn’t even bought an airline ticket? Am I the only one not particularly shaking in my boots about it, now that the details are coming out? (and don’t even get me started on the “cell phone terrorists” that were supposedly going to blow up a bridge in Michigan. Oops, says the FBI, they’re just guilty of being Arabic-looking). Seems we need to stir up the “fear of terror” once in a while or folks might start thinking that drunk drivers or fried chicken are 1,000 times worse for our health.

I was going to say something about the weather (it’s hot, and humid. Again) but that’s pretty much a given.

Or hey - we’re all doing the happy dance here in town because gas is less than $2.80 a gallon. Woot! Go and fill up, y’all! Everyone run to the dealer and buy a new Hummer!

See? Nothing to write about.

How about this - I went for a run this morning. 5:30 and it was almost 80 degrees out (and humid, but I already mentioned that. 90%, not that I’m keeping track or anything). And this morning I thought I’d try and make it three miles in thirty minutes. Which, if you are in shape, may not be that difficult, but remember that I’m a) a lard ass and 2) just started running in June and it takes a while to get the lard out. But here’s the kick - it was really, really hard to run this morning. We’re talking oodles of sweat, heavy breathing, constant pounding motion - all the things that make sex so great, but when you’re running on asphalt at 5:30 AM by yourself it’s not so great - but I can’t wait to go again. Why? Because I can.