I should have made a post a long time ago, but I'm easily distracted these days.
My new PC is finally built, and it screams. I can play Oblivion at maxed out settings with very little, if any, lag or skipping. It looks amazing. I had some issues with the first RAM I got, but it's all better now. The only lament is that the parts I had leftover, I was going to build Chris a tower out of, but the motherboard decided to quit on me. Fun time, fun times. I can't be certain, but I think there's a short near the IDE controllers on the board. Either way, it's dead and Chris doesn't have a desktop yet. But I can get good replacements for it for not very expensive at all, so it'll be all good in a week or so.
Hannah is recovering from her tonsillectomy nicely. I wish I could see her, but work just doesn't allow for it right now. Maybe next week, but I doubt it. We talk online and over the phone so it's not too bad. I'll be able to see her soon enough, but I do miss her so.
Mentioning work, is there anyone what knows of work in the triad area? 2 years and 3 months of retail is enough for me. I'm stuck where I am with no prospects or hopes of moving on or up. I need something better. As much as I hate mornings, I'd love a 9-5 Mon-Fri job. Or at least a M-F. I'd like to have my weekends free. I just need something that provides more challenges than just showing up on time. That's my "biggest" challenge at work. That's it. I schlep car stereos and GPS devices. There's no real fulfillment there. Even the amusement of separating fools and their money (not all of my customers, not even most) has lost its appeal. I want something that uses my brain. My current job doesn't. The most strenuous mental activity is figuring out in my head what stock I should put up when to maximize the use and location of my ladder. Whee. I do that, at most, twice a week. The rest of the time, I can shut the brain off and run in autopilot. And still perform well above standards and expectations. Job = too easy. At least Geek Squad required a little contemplating and thinking. Sigh.
i love to work at nothin' all day
Friday, May 25, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Today is a good day to die!
Today was a really good day.
Not in a fabulous and magical kind of way, but in the ordinary kind of way that means that much more. I woke up a little earlier than I would have liked, but not so early as to be ridiculous. It was a beautiful day out. A little too cool to have warranted a day in the pool, but not so hot as to be uncomfortable either. Bright, breezy. My mom came up from Salisbury and went to lunch with Chris, Lani, Hannah, and myself. The Mother met the Girlfriend, and there seemed to be mutual liking. Something much better than previous incarnations of whomever got stuck in the role of Justin's Girlfriend. We hit up the Celtic Cafe in Winston and had a very pleasant and tasty meal. Mom couldn't stay much longer than lunch, but it was nice to see her since I missed seeing her for Mother's Day (stupid job and last minute schedule swaps). After lunch we piddled around the house for a little while digesting before heading out and shopping. I ordered the last bits I needed to build Chris a new PC, then we hit up Best Buy to grab a few last minute details, grabbed ingredients for Guinness chocolate cake (yumtastic!) and dashed back home. While ingredients were being prepared (thank you Hannah! Love you!) Chris and I played Lego Star Wars II: The Original Trilogy (one of the last minute things I grabbed at Best Buy). Hugh showed up as the cake was cooling, we grabbed up some Wendy's and had a Drink and Smoke while eating the cake and drinking coffee. And the beautiful day had turned into a very pleasant evening and here we are!
All told, I'm not as introspective as I think I was last year. I dunno, more going right this year, I suppose. Don't wanna open tomorrow (or is it today?) but them's the breaks.
It was a good day.
no, YOU have no honor!
Not in a fabulous and magical kind of way, but in the ordinary kind of way that means that much more. I woke up a little earlier than I would have liked, but not so early as to be ridiculous. It was a beautiful day out. A little too cool to have warranted a day in the pool, but not so hot as to be uncomfortable either. Bright, breezy. My mom came up from Salisbury and went to lunch with Chris, Lani, Hannah, and myself. The Mother met the Girlfriend, and there seemed to be mutual liking. Something much better than previous incarnations of whomever got stuck in the role of Justin's Girlfriend. We hit up the Celtic Cafe in Winston and had a very pleasant and tasty meal. Mom couldn't stay much longer than lunch, but it was nice to see her since I missed seeing her for Mother's Day (stupid job and last minute schedule swaps). After lunch we piddled around the house for a little while digesting before heading out and shopping. I ordered the last bits I needed to build Chris a new PC, then we hit up Best Buy to grab a few last minute details, grabbed ingredients for Guinness chocolate cake (yumtastic!) and dashed back home. While ingredients were being prepared (thank you Hannah! Love you!) Chris and I played Lego Star Wars II: The Original Trilogy (one of the last minute things I grabbed at Best Buy). Hugh showed up as the cake was cooling, we grabbed up some Wendy's and had a Drink and Smoke while eating the cake and drinking coffee. And the beautiful day had turned into a very pleasant evening and here we are!
All told, I'm not as introspective as I think I was last year. I dunno, more going right this year, I suppose. Don't wanna open tomorrow (or is it today?) but them's the breaks.
It was a good day.
no, YOU have no honor!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Yay music!
So the other day at work I finally saw the benefit of the rote memorization of company policies word for freaking word. At random, the closing manager one night asked if we knew the "core philosophies" and could speak them out loud. Having memorized the exact wording a long time ago, I swiftly shot my hand up, eager to display my bored knowledge. I was called upon, and, in utter amazement to myself and others, Annie told me to go pick out a CD. Huzzah! All because I could readily, and word-for-word, recite a few lines of corporate bull hockey. So I got Rush's Gold album. Why you ask? Well, when put to it, I can never remember the CDs I want to get. But Hannah loves Rush, and I like Rush well enough to get a CD of their greatest hits. And immediately after ripping the songs to my hard drive, I handed Hannah the set. New music FTW!
Other than that, I still don't like my job. I'm still fairly stuck at my job. Hannah is awesome. Pretty much the status quo, really. I have two days off in a row, Monday and Tuesday. Tuesday is my birthday. I plan to do some laundry, clean my room, play video games, possibly assemble some Eldar, and have a good ol' Drink and Smoke one or both nights.
Also, I'm a terrible son. I got swapped into working Sunday from open to close, so I didn't get a chance to call anyone to say happy Mother's Day. I'm also mad at myself for not managing my money well enough to be able to afford any cards this year. In my defense, my hours have been less than ideal and I got hit with rent, insurance, car payment, and gas expenditures all in one shorter-than-usual check. I still feel like a putz, though. I would have called after I got off work, but my phone was dead and my charger is in Boone. I'm using Skywarp to charge it right now, but it won't turn on yet (2:30AM), but it should by the time I get up tomorrow. So belated greetings I hope will be ok. Such a shmuck.
25 years. Man. When did that happen?
you say it's your birthday
Other than that, I still don't like my job. I'm still fairly stuck at my job. Hannah is awesome. Pretty much the status quo, really. I have two days off in a row, Monday and Tuesday. Tuesday is my birthday. I plan to do some laundry, clean my room, play video games, possibly assemble some Eldar, and have a good ol' Drink and Smoke one or both nights.
Also, I'm a terrible son. I got swapped into working Sunday from open to close, so I didn't get a chance to call anyone to say happy Mother's Day. I'm also mad at myself for not managing my money well enough to be able to afford any cards this year. In my defense, my hours have been less than ideal and I got hit with rent, insurance, car payment, and gas expenditures all in one shorter-than-usual check. I still feel like a putz, though. I would have called after I got off work, but my phone was dead and my charger is in Boone. I'm using Skywarp to charge it right now, but it won't turn on yet (2:30AM), but it should by the time I get up tomorrow. So belated greetings I hope will be ok. Such a shmuck.
25 years. Man. When did that happen?
you say it's your birthday
Friday, May 04, 2007
Whose wine...
What wine?
Where the hell did I dine?
Yes, so it's been far too long since I last posted. I probably would have posted much sooner, but when Hannah is here I've got things more deserving of my attentions. And she's been here a lot. So I've not been on the computer late at night. Who knew? So, let's see if I can't catch things up.
Last Week. Whoooooole lot of lame-ass scheduling crap. When I left work on Wednesday there was Schedule A. Someone went through and changed it sometimes after that and didn't bother to tell the person who was out of town for the rest of the week. AKA me. So for most of last week I was coming in at all odd hours, never when I was originally scheduled. Jimmy and others are trying to give me heat about my timeliness when coming in for work. Yes, I understand the policy. Yes, I know punctuality is professional. Blah. Blah. Blah. My department is out performing the rest of the freaking store. We could very well finish out number one in the district (as a department) once again for the month. If not number one, easily number two. And in the top 25% of the Car Electronics (official external nomenclature, Hugh) departments for the entire company or better! I think it's ok to cut me a little slack if I don't come in exactly on time first thing in the morning for a department that takes two minutes to power on and get ready for the day. Especially since I never get to go home on time. Ever. Rassum frassum. And it's getting worse. It seems that when we finally get the part time help we needed in the department, it's not the way it needs to be. Instead of two people working full time hours with one person pulling an extra 10 or maybe 15 hours of gap coverage, what happens instead is the full-time employee gets full time hours and my hours get cut in half and the new part-time help works 15 hours a week. The heck. Blargh!
So Friday night I got switched to the closing shift. Which means I was privileged with putting the truck stock up on the shelves. Fuuuuun. Then I got to turn around and open the next morning (yay) and turn right around from that and run sound for Chris' gig. The sound part was fun, and always is, but it made for a very long weekend. Especially since I had to turn right around (again) and open (again) on Sunday. Whee. Needless to say, when I got home right after four on Sunday afternoon, my ass took a nap. For four hours. Man. That was a nice nap. Thankfully, I didn't have to go in until 4:30 on Monday, so I got plenty of sleep. Work was work, but nothing stood out in the usual unpleasant way, other than it was a little slow. Ah, but Tuesday was a good day. Why, you ask? Well, it was the first day of May and it was gorgeous. On top of all that, I was off! So I took it upon myself to visit the pool. And I am glad that I did. I sat out from about 3:00 to about 5:00-5:30. Got a little sun, dipped into the (quite cool) water. I read. Oh, how I miss having the time to read. Hannah came into town around 8. She was hoping to get out a little sooner, but that gave me time to do a little cleaning. The bathroom, mostly. (It's been all of two days and it's already looking like it needs to be cleaned again. Not as thoroughly as I did on Tuesday, but still! Doug generates mess just by being.) But Hannah got here in this fantastic little "sheath dress" she wore for a presentation or another at her old high school. Ha-cha, but she looked amazing. Not that she doesn't always look good (and other obligatory good boyfriend talk).
*Inhale*
But we spent the evening doing not much of anything. I did some laundry, she hung out with Lani. Later that evening we slipped out to the porch and smoked some hookah with some light drinks and romantic atmosphere. We turned in around 1:00 or so and slept in.
Or at least as much as she'd let me. I'm still teaching her how to maintain unconsciousness until after noon. 11:00 in the morning is not sleeping in where I come from. But we had some lunch and waited until Chris got home then hit the pool around 2:00. And it was good. Bright, warm. The water was still quite cool, but not too bad given the heat. More reading was achieved and Chris brought out Little Blue and some mint tobacco with him, so we were able to smoke it up a little bit. I finally got a little sun. I'm a little pink, but it's not "sunburn pink" so much as "pale Northern European flesh just saw more sun in two days than it had in 8 months pink." But I do have the benefit of actually being able to tan. Unlike Jerod. Who burns, peels, and is pasty once again. We came back inside and dried off and then took some hamburgers (marinated all day in teriyaki sauce) and some hot dogs out to the grill and had us a cook out. Wes was over, having lost his AC at some point the day before, and so we had all six of us outside around a picnic table eating hamburgers and hot dogs. We cleaned up from that just as the sun was setting, so we went back in for some Hustle (excellent TV show. I recommend it highly) and then bed time around 11ish.
Hannah had to get up at some ungodly hour this morning. At some point during the night someone had knocked out Late Spring and let Late Winter and Early Spring take the helm of the weather controls. It made my right leg (and especially the hip for some reason) very unhappy. Which is understandable. Going from warm and bright and relatively dry to cold, dark, and damp makes for a rather miserable morning. Hannah didn't want to get up, I didn't want to get up. We were both quite comfortable where the heck we were, thank you very much. But she had a school/class/something scholastic related she had to go to. And school takes a bigger priority right now than I do. Which was my decision. And it should anyway. But after she left I promptly returned to my near comatose sleep until around 2:00PM. I was, apparently, very tired. But I tossed my darks into the wash and had them dry right as I got out of the shower and just barely squeaked into work on time. Work wasn't bad, and my department (once again) out performed the store. Big shock. When I got home Wes and his roommate Chris were there and we were setting up one of our new little hookahs we (read: I) dubbed the Cupid. It's an awesome little thing with a steel cagey looking carrying basket. We think we'll sell quite a few. they're pretty, they're practical, they're small, and best of all, they're inexpensive. We had us a nice little drink and smoke with some coffee and lightly vanilla flavored tobacco. And now here we are. All caught up. Tomorrow I'm off again (Yay not having to close a Friday, boo only working four days this week.), but it'll be too cold to sun-bathe. The high is forecast to be a balmy 65 degrees tomorrow. Ick. So much for May. But it's probably for the best. I need to ease into the sun exposure. My poor skin just isn't use to it. Living in my Geek Cave and all. At least it's not my mom's basement anymore. Heh.
Oooh! I bet I've been paid by now! Yay!
woke up this mornin' with a wine glass in my hand
Where the hell did I dine?
Yes, so it's been far too long since I last posted. I probably would have posted much sooner, but when Hannah is here I've got things more deserving of my attentions. And she's been here a lot. So I've not been on the computer late at night. Who knew? So, let's see if I can't catch things up.
Last Week. Whoooooole lot of lame-ass scheduling crap. When I left work on Wednesday there was Schedule A. Someone went through and changed it sometimes after that and didn't bother to tell the person who was out of town for the rest of the week. AKA me. So for most of last week I was coming in at all odd hours, never when I was originally scheduled. Jimmy and others are trying to give me heat about my timeliness when coming in for work. Yes, I understand the policy. Yes, I know punctuality is professional. Blah. Blah. Blah. My department is out performing the rest of the freaking store. We could very well finish out number one in the district (as a department) once again for the month. If not number one, easily number two. And in the top 25% of the Car Electronics (official external nomenclature, Hugh) departments for the entire company or better! I think it's ok to cut me a little slack if I don't come in exactly on time first thing in the morning for a department that takes two minutes to power on and get ready for the day. Especially since I never get to go home on time. Ever. Rassum frassum. And it's getting worse. It seems that when we finally get the part time help we needed in the department, it's not the way it needs to be. Instead of two people working full time hours with one person pulling an extra 10 or maybe 15 hours of gap coverage, what happens instead is the full-time employee gets full time hours and my hours get cut in half and the new part-time help works 15 hours a week. The heck. Blargh!
So Friday night I got switched to the closing shift. Which means I was privileged with putting the truck stock up on the shelves. Fuuuuun. Then I got to turn around and open the next morning (yay) and turn right around from that and run sound for Chris' gig. The sound part was fun, and always is, but it made for a very long weekend. Especially since I had to turn right around (again) and open (again) on Sunday. Whee. Needless to say, when I got home right after four on Sunday afternoon, my ass took a nap. For four hours. Man. That was a nice nap. Thankfully, I didn't have to go in until 4:30 on Monday, so I got plenty of sleep. Work was work, but nothing stood out in the usual unpleasant way, other than it was a little slow. Ah, but Tuesday was a good day. Why, you ask? Well, it was the first day of May and it was gorgeous. On top of all that, I was off! So I took it upon myself to visit the pool. And I am glad that I did. I sat out from about 3:00 to about 5:00-5:30. Got a little sun, dipped into the (quite cool) water. I read. Oh, how I miss having the time to read. Hannah came into town around 8. She was hoping to get out a little sooner, but that gave me time to do a little cleaning. The bathroom, mostly. (It's been all of two days and it's already looking like it needs to be cleaned again. Not as thoroughly as I did on Tuesday, but still! Doug generates mess just by being.) But Hannah got here in this fantastic little "sheath dress" she wore for a presentation or another at her old high school. Ha-cha, but she looked amazing. Not that she doesn't always look good (and other obligatory good boyfriend talk).
*Inhale*
But we spent the evening doing not much of anything. I did some laundry, she hung out with Lani. Later that evening we slipped out to the porch and smoked some hookah with some light drinks and romantic atmosphere. We turned in around 1:00 or so and slept in.
Or at least as much as she'd let me. I'm still teaching her how to maintain unconsciousness until after noon. 11:00 in the morning is not sleeping in where I come from. But we had some lunch and waited until Chris got home then hit the pool around 2:00. And it was good. Bright, warm. The water was still quite cool, but not too bad given the heat. More reading was achieved and Chris brought out Little Blue and some mint tobacco with him, so we were able to smoke it up a little bit. I finally got a little sun. I'm a little pink, but it's not "sunburn pink" so much as "pale Northern European flesh just saw more sun in two days than it had in 8 months pink." But I do have the benefit of actually being able to tan. Unlike Jerod. Who burns, peels, and is pasty once again. We came back inside and dried off and then took some hamburgers (marinated all day in teriyaki sauce) and some hot dogs out to the grill and had us a cook out. Wes was over, having lost his AC at some point the day before, and so we had all six of us outside around a picnic table eating hamburgers and hot dogs. We cleaned up from that just as the sun was setting, so we went back in for some Hustle (excellent TV show. I recommend it highly) and then bed time around 11ish.
Hannah had to get up at some ungodly hour this morning. At some point during the night someone had knocked out Late Spring and let Late Winter and Early Spring take the helm of the weather controls. It made my right leg (and especially the hip for some reason) very unhappy. Which is understandable. Going from warm and bright and relatively dry to cold, dark, and damp makes for a rather miserable morning. Hannah didn't want to get up, I didn't want to get up. We were both quite comfortable where the heck we were, thank you very much. But she had a school/class/something scholastic related she had to go to. And school takes a bigger priority right now than I do. Which was my decision. And it should anyway. But after she left I promptly returned to my near comatose sleep until around 2:00PM. I was, apparently, very tired. But I tossed my darks into the wash and had them dry right as I got out of the shower and just barely squeaked into work on time. Work wasn't bad, and my department (once again) out performed the store. Big shock. When I got home Wes and his roommate Chris were there and we were setting up one of our new little hookahs we (read: I) dubbed the Cupid. It's an awesome little thing with a steel cagey looking carrying basket. We think we'll sell quite a few. they're pretty, they're practical, they're small, and best of all, they're inexpensive. We had us a nice little drink and smoke with some coffee and lightly vanilla flavored tobacco. And now here we are. All caught up. Tomorrow I'm off again (Yay not having to close a Friday, boo only working four days this week.), but it'll be too cold to sun-bathe. The high is forecast to be a balmy 65 degrees tomorrow. Ick. So much for May. But it's probably for the best. I need to ease into the sun exposure. My poor skin just isn't use to it. Living in my Geek Cave and all. At least it's not my mom's basement anymore. Heh.
Oooh! I bet I've been paid by now! Yay!
woke up this mornin' with a wine glass in my hand
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Mountains, Gandalf.
This weekend was a much needed break.
Thursday - Slept in a little too late, but it was the first time I was able to sleep until I wanted to get up in weeks. I got up and tried to get some cleaning and laundry done while I waited to hear from Wes. I left G'boro around 5:30, which meant getting into Boone around 7:30PM. Which was cutting it kinda close. Not 10 minutes out from the apartment and the rain starts.And of course there was a wreck on 421 at the bottom of a hill on a bridge so traffic was craptacular thanks to rush hour and rubber-neckers. But I managed to get into town just in time to make it to Hannah's symphonic band concert. Which was awesome. The concert hall she performed in has amazing acoustics and the pieces they did were complex and amazingly well played. While Sarah took their grandmother back home, we walked back to Hannah's place and took a look at App's campus. It was a good night for it, and it's a pretty campus. We got back, relaxed, ate some pizza and watched some movies. Fun times!
Friday - Woke up a little bit when Hannah went to class, but only long enough to be shunted off the futon and into Hannah's bunk bed. Which was...small. Not too small, but the place itself isn't terribly big. Her room reminds me of some officer's quarters in a submarine. During the day I alternated between reading and playing my gameboy. Relaxing time, really. The sun was shining, the air was cool. Man, how I miss mountains. Friday afternoon I went with Hannah to a senior seminar. Apparently it's one of the required number of things seen deals, but it was pleasant to listen to. At some point during that afternoon we also dropped off a saxophone that Hannah got from the Nat'l Guard with her former tutor/teacher(I think. He taught her sax and does sax repairs, as I understand it). Yay driving on mountain roads. So bright! So green! For dinner Friday night, I got to meet one of Hannah's Big Brothers (#1, Anthony) over dinner at Cafe Portofino in downtown. I had me an awesomely garlicy bacon cheeseburger with a Reese's cheesecake and a Guiness. Mmmmm. Afterwards, we went back to the apartment and chilled. She surfed, I read. Eventually we passed out on the futon together. A little earlier than usual for both of us, if I recall correctly, but it wasn't so bad falling asleep next to Hannah. I do so love that.
Saturday - Family politics FTW!!!1 Hannah's mother was running a 5K for Huntington's Disease starting at 9AM (or theres about). Needless to say, I was there bright and early with everyone else. Luckily Hannah had the forethought to make coffee and it was a gorgeous day out. Mrs. Eckerd ended up doing the whole run in just over 30 minutes. And wasn't collapsed on the ground like most of the runners that finished before her. It should also be mentioned that she was one of the first third to be finished. Running, ick. Hannah's father showed up unexpectedly and I was at least able to visually see who he was, despite not being able to be introduced to the man. *Sigh* Parents can be so difficult. I suppose next is the Ritual of Chest-Beating and Animal Dominance. Hannah and I had breakfast at Boone Drug, which serves food reminiscent of your typical country kitchen joint. Which is to say: very good, but not terribly good for you. We got dropped off there and walked back to the apartment from downtown. I did a lot of walking this weekend, but it was just so gorgeous out, it was a shame to be inside too much. We stopped in the Mast General Store and I got myself a sturdy little cane for $6. I had left mine at home, and the hills weren't too kind on my knee. Sudden weather changes didn't help, but I got used to it pretty quick. After getting back home we napped for a while until my dad and Barbara arrived. The four of us stopped in Macados for lunch and had a really good time. I love the weather in Boone! The restaraunt had the front doors open and just fans going. And it felt awesome. Dad and Barbara couldn't stay too long, but we were able to all sit and chat about lots of stuff. I think Dad and Barbara are taking a liking to Hannah, and that means a lot to me. After dinner we dropped in at the shop where Hannah got some ink done and looked at a few things and got an idea for a tattoo for me. I've been thinking about getting one for a long time. I'm still not decided on it, but I've got a design in mind that should make for a pretty sweet one. All full of personal imagery and all that. After that, we got some snackery type food (yay ice cream!), smoked some hookah, watched Grosse Pointe Blank and called it a night.
Wow, this thing is getting long.
Sunday - Nothing like work screwing around with a schedule to wake up to. Bleh. Anyway. So I'm up an hour earlier than I thought I would be, but it worked out. Hannah picked at a few ingrown hairs and did a little grooming on me. Oddly enough, I find this to be comforting overall, if uncomfortable when she's plucking at something. Shrug. I went to the church Hannah sings for again. I seem to be developing some sort of pattern for this kinda thing. Might be catching. I miss churches. Many people greeted me and thanked me for coming. It's a United Methodist church, so I'm roughly familiar with the service. Their order for things deviates from what I'm used to at Rockwell UMC, but each church is different. I didn't agree with the VT memorial thing the pastor did in the middle of the service. I understand remembering the loss, but reading each name, age, and major/occupation...a bit much. And...well...a bit long. Not my favorite. Also? Not enough singing. I'm used to three hymn services. Eh. The two of us popped in for some Mexican for lunch and home for another afternoon nap. Good stuff! And her futon is perfect for it! Eventually, we had some...beefy-veggie-sandwich type stuff for dinner and Sarah drew on my arm a bit. Sarah being visually artisitically inclined and all. It allowed me to get an idea of what the design I wanted might look like, and I think it would look pretty sweet, the tattoo I want, I mean. Shortly after that, I finished packing up and headed home. I miss her (and her mountainy area place thing) already. And it's going to be until at least next Thursday before I see her again, but she'll be practically living here over the summer, so there's plenty of time together ahead.
Coming home was so hard, let me tell ya. I love the mountains.
i want to see mountains again, gandalf. mountains!
Thursday - Slept in a little too late, but it was the first time I was able to sleep until I wanted to get up in weeks. I got up and tried to get some cleaning and laundry done while I waited to hear from Wes. I left G'boro around 5:30, which meant getting into Boone around 7:30PM. Which was cutting it kinda close. Not 10 minutes out from the apartment and the rain starts.And of course there was a wreck on 421 at the bottom of a hill on a bridge so traffic was craptacular thanks to rush hour and rubber-neckers. But I managed to get into town just in time to make it to Hannah's symphonic band concert. Which was awesome. The concert hall she performed in has amazing acoustics and the pieces they did were complex and amazingly well played. While Sarah took their grandmother back home, we walked back to Hannah's place and took a look at App's campus. It was a good night for it, and it's a pretty campus. We got back, relaxed, ate some pizza and watched some movies. Fun times!
Friday - Woke up a little bit when Hannah went to class, but only long enough to be shunted off the futon and into Hannah's bunk bed. Which was...small. Not too small, but the place itself isn't terribly big. Her room reminds me of some officer's quarters in a submarine. During the day I alternated between reading and playing my gameboy. Relaxing time, really. The sun was shining, the air was cool. Man, how I miss mountains. Friday afternoon I went with Hannah to a senior seminar. Apparently it's one of the required number of things seen deals, but it was pleasant to listen to. At some point during that afternoon we also dropped off a saxophone that Hannah got from the Nat'l Guard with her former tutor/teacher(I think. He taught her sax and does sax repairs, as I understand it). Yay driving on mountain roads. So bright! So green! For dinner Friday night, I got to meet one of Hannah's Big Brothers (#1, Anthony) over dinner at Cafe Portofino in downtown. I had me an awesomely garlicy bacon cheeseburger with a Reese's cheesecake and a Guiness. Mmmmm. Afterwards, we went back to the apartment and chilled. She surfed, I read. Eventually we passed out on the futon together. A little earlier than usual for both of us, if I recall correctly, but it wasn't so bad falling asleep next to Hannah. I do so love that.
Saturday - Family politics FTW!!!1 Hannah's mother was running a 5K for Huntington's Disease starting at 9AM (or theres about). Needless to say, I was there bright and early with everyone else. Luckily Hannah had the forethought to make coffee and it was a gorgeous day out. Mrs. Eckerd ended up doing the whole run in just over 30 minutes. And wasn't collapsed on the ground like most of the runners that finished before her. It should also be mentioned that she was one of the first third to be finished. Running, ick. Hannah's father showed up unexpectedly and I was at least able to visually see who he was, despite not being able to be introduced to the man. *Sigh* Parents can be so difficult. I suppose next is the Ritual of Chest-Beating and Animal Dominance. Hannah and I had breakfast at Boone Drug, which serves food reminiscent of your typical country kitchen joint. Which is to say: very good, but not terribly good for you. We got dropped off there and walked back to the apartment from downtown. I did a lot of walking this weekend, but it was just so gorgeous out, it was a shame to be inside too much. We stopped in the Mast General Store and I got myself a sturdy little cane for $6. I had left mine at home, and the hills weren't too kind on my knee. Sudden weather changes didn't help, but I got used to it pretty quick. After getting back home we napped for a while until my dad and Barbara arrived. The four of us stopped in Macados for lunch and had a really good time. I love the weather in Boone! The restaraunt had the front doors open and just fans going. And it felt awesome. Dad and Barbara couldn't stay too long, but we were able to all sit and chat about lots of stuff. I think Dad and Barbara are taking a liking to Hannah, and that means a lot to me. After dinner we dropped in at the shop where Hannah got some ink done and looked at a few things and got an idea for a tattoo for me. I've been thinking about getting one for a long time. I'm still not decided on it, but I've got a design in mind that should make for a pretty sweet one. All full of personal imagery and all that. After that, we got some snackery type food (yay ice cream!), smoked some hookah, watched Grosse Pointe Blank and called it a night.
Wow, this thing is getting long.
Sunday - Nothing like work screwing around with a schedule to wake up to. Bleh. Anyway. So I'm up an hour earlier than I thought I would be, but it worked out. Hannah picked at a few ingrown hairs and did a little grooming on me. Oddly enough, I find this to be comforting overall, if uncomfortable when she's plucking at something. Shrug. I went to the church Hannah sings for again. I seem to be developing some sort of pattern for this kinda thing. Might be catching. I miss churches. Many people greeted me and thanked me for coming. It's a United Methodist church, so I'm roughly familiar with the service. Their order for things deviates from what I'm used to at Rockwell UMC, but each church is different. I didn't agree with the VT memorial thing the pastor did in the middle of the service. I understand remembering the loss, but reading each name, age, and major/occupation...a bit much. And...well...a bit long. Not my favorite. Also? Not enough singing. I'm used to three hymn services. Eh. The two of us popped in for some Mexican for lunch and home for another afternoon nap. Good stuff! And her futon is perfect for it! Eventually, we had some...beefy-veggie-sandwich type stuff for dinner and Sarah drew on my arm a bit. Sarah being visually artisitically inclined and all. It allowed me to get an idea of what the design I wanted might look like, and I think it would look pretty sweet, the tattoo I want, I mean. Shortly after that, I finished packing up and headed home. I miss her (and her mountainy area place thing) already. And it's going to be until at least next Thursday before I see her again, but she'll be practically living here over the summer, so there's plenty of time together ahead.
Coming home was so hard, let me tell ya. I love the mountains.
i want to see mountains again, gandalf. mountains!
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Checking In...
With your weekly update. It seems. Heh. Unfortunately, there's not been a whole lot of news to spread around, really. Work sucks, but that's not new. Oh! My computer went stupid on me Friday. That was new. Stupid as in "have to shuffle hard drives and install multiple versions of Windows multiple time before it'll work right". Fun. Got to be with Hannah this weekend (always good, but not new). Although I did get to meet some of Chris and Hannah's bandmates in the Nat'l Guard, which was kinda cool. Apparently I meet with resounding approvals with the people I met. Not unexpected, but nice. We ate at an Irish Pub called the Hybernian in Cary (I think). Awesome food. Had Guiness and some fantastic Jameson. Hannah got stuck in town Sunday night thanks to the Sudden Onset Freakish Cold Rain and Thunderstorm that decided to roll into town all day Sunday. But that was a little bit more time for us, and that's never bad.
Monday. Got to work early. I was rewarded for my efforts by being allowed to stay an hour and 15 minutes late because our new part timer had a formal he "had" to go to and got sent home for being a dumbass. The only cool thing I've ever seen Scott do, but it still ended up bad for me. Oh well.
Today. Day off. Got mostly nothing done. Computer finally working right, but that was accomplished in the wee hours of the morning before bed.. Got into a small fight with Hannah. Could have stayed in bed for the day and would have been better off. Bleh. At least I don't have to open tomorrow. And then Thursday I leave to spend a long weekend with the love of my life.
I live for the weekends, it seems.
everybody's workin' for the weekend
Monday. Got to work early. I was rewarded for my efforts by being allowed to stay an hour and 15 minutes late because our new part timer had a formal he "had" to go to and got sent home for being a dumbass. The only cool thing I've ever seen Scott do, but it still ended up bad for me. Oh well.
Today. Day off. Got mostly nothing done. Computer finally working right, but that was accomplished in the wee hours of the morning before bed.. Got into a small fight with Hannah. Could have stayed in bed for the day and would have been better off. Bleh. At least I don't have to open tomorrow. And then Thursday I leave to spend a long weekend with the love of my life.
I live for the weekends, it seems.
everybody's workin' for the weekend
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Mmmm, New Radio
Well. I've certainly attempted to be productive today. At least, when I finally woke up, I was. Today was a much needed day off, but I slept too long on account of the rain. But I did finally wake up. Finished off the leftovers I made last night. Spaghetti doused in herbs and drowning in garlic with spinach in the sauce. Mmmm. But I've done some laundry, fixed my anti-virus, and installed a radio into the Lincoln. That's right, I installed a new radio into the Lincoln. Bwahaha. Though it weren't easy, let me tell you. I didn't have any wire-strippers to begin with. But I made do with an Xacto knife and some clippers. That was until I discovered that the wiring harness I had was ever so slightly different from the one used in the Lincoln. What with the Lincoln having a factory premium sound system and all. Rassum frassum. But I fixed that in short order. Tested everything, and it's all working fabulously. I set a few things up, but I haven't delved into the manual too deeply yet. And it's been a couple of years since I really used this model of radio. But it's so awesome, it is. Maybe I'll take pictures once Hannah gets done with my camera.
And before you ask, things are still very much amazing with Hannah. Me am happy.
more than a feelin'
And before you ask, things are still very much amazing with Hannah. Me am happy.
more than a feelin'
Monday, April 02, 2007
Weekend Update with Not Norm McDonald
Right, so, this weekend. I've been having to open far, far too much for my tastes here these last few weeks. Very annoying. But this Saturday I intentionally switched a shift so that I could open. Reason? I wanted to get into Boone as soon as I could. I actually went to Boone Friday night to get the Hannah so she could work a funeral with Chris. And since I was going up that way anyway she asked me to come and get her. That and she was on some fun happy pills since visiting the doctor about her tonsils. Pain meds and driving don't mix. So I got to see her a day earlier than we thought, and there were no complaints there. Opened on Saturday. After a brief repose, we drove back into Boone and cooked some pretty awesome stir fry. I love cooking. I love cooking with Hannah even more. Something sensual about making a meal with someone you're madly in love with. Maybe I'm just a food guy. Either way, it was fun. And the first day ended and the first night began and it was good. Sunday I was rushed off to the shower and greated with eggs and livermush with toast and coffee as I got out of the shower. Have I mentioned how awesome Hannah is? I went to the church she sings at and met her younger sister (having previously met her twin sister) and her Grandmother and got no "You're and evil man for being a man and near Hannah" vibes from either of them, so that was nice. But I've always done well with families. I should also mention that I wore my kilt and got only one or two odd glances. I did get a lot of positive remarks, though. I miss a positive church social atmosphere. Makes me miss my old hometown church. The cantata wasn't bad, but I couldn't hear Hannah sing and I was too far from the piano and organ to pick out the bass harmonies by ear. I miss singing in church with Jerod. What with him being able to sight read and all. But the afternoon was spent lazily enough. Took a nap listening to the rain with Hannah on her futon. Simple things are the greatest, really. Rain in the mountains on a Sunday afternoon napping on the couch with your sweetheart. Specific, yes, but oh so simple. And so very Good. After a very peaceful afternoon, Hannah's twin, Sarah, treated us to dinner, which was very nice of her. Even if she called it paying me back for paying for her and Hannah's supper the night they were in Greensboro. After supper, Hannah got dressed for her woodwind ensemble performance. I didn't stay for any of the numbers after hers, but the concert hall was acoustically amazing! And this time around I could hear Hannah play. But a baritone sax is hard to miss, really. She's really quite good, you know. After her number, I was introduced to The Mother Eckerd with little or no injury. I hope I get the chance to let her parents get to know me soon, but I'm not terribly worried about them not liking me. Eventually at least. But it's pretty evident that I'm not Asshat. Asshat being the New and Given name for the...person of male origin that is Hannah's ex. But after a long goodbye that neither of us wanted to make, I made an uneventful return trip home ended by a nice relaxing drink and smoke and not enough sleep before having to open this morning. At least tomorrow I get to close.
I love you, Hannah!
i'm gonna love ya, til the heavens stop the rain
I love you, Hannah!
i'm gonna love ya, til the heavens stop the rain
Monday, March 26, 2007
100!
100 RAND0M QUESTI0N SURVEY
1. 4th grade teacher's name:
Mrs. Cartledge
2. Last words you said:
"Besides, I'll probably have to edit the photos. I don't know how dark they'll be."
3. Last song you listened to:
Black Eyed Peas - Hey Mama
4. Last person you hugged?
Hannah (so long ago!)
5. Last thing you laughed at:
losers what don't know how to park
6. Last time you said I love you, and meant it:
Earlier today when I was talking to Hannah on the phone
7. Last time you cried:
Oy. Uh...2001?
8. Do you have a penis:
*checks* Yep, still there.
9. What color socks are you wearing:
Socks? What are these socks?
10. What's under your bed:
Boxes of Space Elves
11. What time did you wake up?:
Ugh. 8ish.
12. What's your least favorite ice cream:
Any kind with real fruit bits in it.
13. Current hair:
getting longer at the request of the Hannah
14. Do you have a fish tank, if so how big:
nope
15. Current annoyance:
my job
17. Current desktop background:
Skywarp
18. If you could play any instrument what would it be?
piano
19. Favorite color(s):
white/silver, grey/gunmetal
29. How tall are you?
6'3"
30. Current favorite word/saying:
Score!
31. Favorite Show:
Rome
32. Favorite season:
Winter
36. What is your career going to be like:
career? wha?
37. How many kids do you want:
0-3
39. Said "I hate you":
It's been a while.
40. Ever get into a fight with your pet:
not so much. just him whining a lot.
41. Have you ever been to New York:
nope
42. Been to Arizona:
nope
43. Been to California:
nope
44. Been to Hawaii:
nope
45. Been to Mexico:
nope
46. Been to Italy:
nope
47: Been to Ireland:
nope (I never get to go anywhere!)
48. Dreamed something really crazy and then it happened the next day?
far, far too often.
49. Do you have a crush on someone?
yes. I'm dating said crush
50.
51.
52.
53. What book are you reading now?
Not much at the moment. Might pick the Silmarillion back up again.
54. Where is it?:
next to my computer desk
55. What is the first thing you think when you wake up in the morning?
(*^@#*&%*$&#@~!!!!1
56. How many rings before you answer your phone?
as many as it takes for me to get outside so I can get a signal
57. Future daughter's names?:
Hmm. Haven't put as much thought in this one. Catherine Marie, maybe?
58. Future son's names?:
William Harrison, Gabriel Thomas
59. What do you sleep with:
Not much. A number of pillows between 2 and 5. Depending on how soon I get comfortable. And on the better nights a certain lady I know.
60. What do you wear to sleep?
me boxers
61. Where are you:
my room, "The Geek Cave"
62. Where do you wish you were?:
Boone
63. Piercings?:
nope
S0ME EXTRA STUFF
67. Where are you staying tonight:
my room
70. Who is the last person that called you:
Hannah
71. Where do you want to get married:
Big old church with an outdoor reception
72. Have you ever drank:
Ha!
73. Hate:
Overrated as a fuel source.
74. Are you or have you Been In Love?
Yes and Yes.
75. Are you timely or always late?
Depends. I'm hardly ever on time for work. It's a shame I'm such a high performer that they can't fire me.
77. Do you like being around people?
I hate people. I like being around a few select persons.
78. Best feeling in the world:
Hannah
80. You a health freak?
not a freak, no
82. Are you lonely right now?
A little. Hannah's a little far away.
86. Do you want kids:
Someday
LAST 48 H0URS HAVE YOU?
87. Cried:
nope
88. Bought something:
some Sprite at work
89. Gotten Sick:
nope
90. Sang:
yep. it's been slow at work, so I've been able to sing along
91. Said "I love you":
yep. I love you, Hannah.
92. Wanted To Tell Someone You Loved them:
and have!
94. Moved On:
Moved on completely the first moment I held Hannah.
95. Talked to someone:
I work retail. I have to talk to people. Ick.
96. Had a serious talk:
In a manner of speaking, yeah.
97. Missed Someone:
Yep!
98. Hugged Someone:
yep
99. Kissed someone:
Yep!
100. Yelled at Someone:
Nope.
if heaven is on the way, we'll wrap your world around it
Sunday, March 25, 2007
What a Witty Title!
Wow. So it seems there's some catching up to do. Heh. When did I last post?
Hmm. Let's see. Since my last post I got a lot of stuff in the mail, the biggest of which were the Wireless N router I got through Best Buy at a ridiculous discount and some stuff for Hannah. And it's pretty much just been work and talking to Hannah all the time for me during this week. I got paid Friday, which was terribly exciting. The biggest news of late, though, is the shiny new lisence plate on the Lincoln! Yay much better car! I just need the time, money, and inclination to put the radio I want in it, and it'll be ready to go. I also need to get the seat fixed. It's got a brand spanking new Die Hard battery. Batteries, by the by, are expensive. Just throwing that out there. I also just put in a wireless N desktop card and BOY is it nice. So fast! I had a wonderful weekend, full of lots of Hannah time. The last two nights of "Get Frisky!" went famously well. Despite the director's sincerest efforts to freak the hell out. I'm still amazed by all the people who came up to me and complimented me on my number. Boggles the mind a bit. The weekend was really good for the Sultan's Tent, too. The last two weekends we hadn't gotten all that great a reception, but this weekend was a lot better. The crowd was a lot better for the show, too. Saturday afternoon I slept in (Thank you, God!) a little bit. Not as late as I'd have liked, but Hannah wanted to go out into the gloriously beautiful day, so I can't complain too much. We tooled about the Four Seasons Mall for a couple of hours searching for the perfect flirty black skirt for her to wear to the show. And it took every damn store in the mall to find it, too! It was worth the effort, as she looked amazing. Not that she ever doesn't, but she cleans up well. Shorty skirt, black lacey top, strappy heels, wine red lips, a felt choker with a dark red and bone colored cameo, and my grey felt hat. I wish I'd have remembered my camera, but alas, the vision will have to live in my brain for now. Today at work isn't really worth mentioning other than it was a beautiful day and I was stuck inside. Boo.
I do love that girl so.
gimme the beat, boys
Hmm. Let's see. Since my last post I got a lot of stuff in the mail, the biggest of which were the Wireless N router I got through Best Buy at a ridiculous discount and some stuff for Hannah. And it's pretty much just been work and talking to Hannah all the time for me during this week. I got paid Friday, which was terribly exciting. The biggest news of late, though, is the shiny new lisence plate on the Lincoln! Yay much better car! I just need the time, money, and inclination to put the radio I want in it, and it'll be ready to go. I also need to get the seat fixed. It's got a brand spanking new Die Hard battery. Batteries, by the by, are expensive. Just throwing that out there. I also just put in a wireless N desktop card and BOY is it nice. So fast! I had a wonderful weekend, full of lots of Hannah time. The last two nights of "Get Frisky!" went famously well. Despite the director's sincerest efforts to freak the hell out. I'm still amazed by all the people who came up to me and complimented me on my number. Boggles the mind a bit. The weekend was really good for the Sultan's Tent, too. The last two weekends we hadn't gotten all that great a reception, but this weekend was a lot better. The crowd was a lot better for the show, too. Saturday afternoon I slept in (Thank you, God!) a little bit. Not as late as I'd have liked, but Hannah wanted to go out into the gloriously beautiful day, so I can't complain too much. We tooled about the Four Seasons Mall for a couple of hours searching for the perfect flirty black skirt for her to wear to the show. And it took every damn store in the mall to find it, too! It was worth the effort, as she looked amazing. Not that she ever doesn't, but she cleans up well. Shorty skirt, black lacey top, strappy heels, wine red lips, a felt choker with a dark red and bone colored cameo, and my grey felt hat. I wish I'd have remembered my camera, but alas, the vision will have to live in my brain for now. Today at work isn't really worth mentioning other than it was a beautiful day and I was stuck inside. Boo.
I do love that girl so.
gimme the beat, boys
Monday, March 19, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Just Checking In
I know it's been awhile. I'd probably feel remotely guilty, but Hannah's been here since last, what, Friday? She's been on Spring Break, so yay me. Everything here's going well enough, but a lot of things that would have pissed me the hell off are minor nuisances since I've had a very loving girlfriend to come home to the last week-ish. No matter how tired or sore or angry I've been when I've come home, the girlfriend factor has done a right good job of washing it all away. Oh how I've missed this feeling. I think the Retarded Let's Change the Schedule Three Times and Tell No One trend is finally going to stop at work. So yay that. Numbers have continued to be awesome, at least on the days I work, so yay me, there. I also might have found someone to buy the Monte Carlo off of me, and it's a "good cause" not just some guy what wants to pimp out a big car. We'll see how dat goes. I might have also found someone who might buy a laptop off of me, too. If that goes through, then I'll have a little extra cash on hand to maybe get ahead on a couple of things. So things are really good. I'll make a longer post maybe tomorrow. Hannah has to go back to Boone and get her stuff for drill this weekend (weep!) so I'll have the free time. I'm here, wish you were nice.
a peaceful, easy feelin'
a peaceful, easy feelin'
Friday, March 09, 2007
Ten Things I Hate About Me. You. Something. Here's Ten Things.
So I got tagged by Lenore for this little meme. I write ten things, presumably, about me. One is false. You all get to try and figure out which one is false. Bwahaha.
1. I'm naturally left-handed, but saw all the other kids in my preschool class writing with their right hands and thought that must be how it's done, and so now I write right.
2. I slept through two years of French class in high school and still managed the second highest grade in the class for both years.
3. My natural body temperature is somewhere around 97.6.
4. I once stayed up for 48 hours straight because I was bored and wanted to see what happened.
5. I BS'ed my way through my 9th grade science project using completely fabricated data I made up the day before the project was due and made the highest grade in the class.
6. I was engaged at one point.
7. Despite all outward appearances, American Idol is one of my secret, guilty pleasures. Though, not the beginning because I have perfect pitch and it hurts my brain to hear people who can't sing try to.
8. I was once elected the president pro temp of the East Rowan FBLA because the current president was unable to make the conference.
9. I once owned an undead 1980 Ford Van that could not be killed so long as gas was in the gas tank.
10. I was once on the front page of the Salisbury Post for selling lemonade.
So now you get to pick the thing I'm lying about and should be punished for!
Oh, and I get to tag five people. Hmmm. Hannah, Jules, Jerod, CMS, and TWG.
1. I'm naturally left-handed, but saw all the other kids in my preschool class writing with their right hands and thought that must be how it's done, and so now I write right.
2. I slept through two years of French class in high school and still managed the second highest grade in the class for both years.
3. My natural body temperature is somewhere around 97.6.
4. I once stayed up for 48 hours straight because I was bored and wanted to see what happened.
5. I BS'ed my way through my 9th grade science project using completely fabricated data I made up the day before the project was due and made the highest grade in the class.
6. I was engaged at one point.
7. Despite all outward appearances, American Idol is one of my secret, guilty pleasures. Though, not the beginning because I have perfect pitch and it hurts my brain to hear people who can't sing try to.
8. I was once elected the president pro temp of the East Rowan FBLA because the current president was unable to make the conference.
9. I once owned an undead 1980 Ford Van that could not be killed so long as gas was in the gas tank.
10. I was once on the front page of the Salisbury Post for selling lemonade.
So now you get to pick the thing I'm lying about and should be punished for!
Oh, and I get to tag five people. Hmmm. Hannah, Jules, Jerod, CMS, and TWG.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Nothing Better to Do, It Seems.
Anonymous has decided to continue trolling my blog. I'll let you guys all see what an intelligent and worthwhile human being he/she/it is.
Wow. So the first one is just stupid and the second one is asking for lightning to melt his face. Good job!
Despite the vomitorious comments on the blogspot, this weekend was good for two out of three days. Hannah came down Friday night and she brought some delicious lasagna, despite being made of turkey (she said something about healthy and easier to cook, whatever), so I was a full and happy boy. Saturday my dad and step-mom came in from Hickory on their way to Chapel Hill and grabbed up the two of us. We all went out to UNC to meet my sister and her new beau for lunch, where we were joined by my brother. All told it was a good time. I miss hanging out with all of us together. My dad even found a "smoking buddy" in Hannah. At least until I can get her to quit, anyway. Heh. Jenna's new boyfriend seems like a good enough kid, at least. Polite but relaxed around the dad and the two (much bigger than he is) older brothers. Hannah even seemed relaxed and she's terribly shy around new people. So yay that. I don't think I'll be dragging her to mom's any time soon, but meeting dad went pretty well. I hope I get to meet her 'rents soon, though she constantly warns of me of the dangers that is the Eckerd Parental Tribunal. Abandon all hope ye who enter here, and that sort of thing. But I've always done well with parents. Then we came back and had more of the lasagna and watched (some of) Interview with a Scientologist, I mean, Vampire and (all of) The Producers. I highly recommend The Producers to anyone who hasn't seen it. Brilliance. Hannah had to leave early in the morning (it is to weep!) and I had to open. And close. All by myself. (The job-loathing begins again) But despite that I ended up almost 200% to budget for the day. Which is only going to encourage the Best Buy powers to continue to treat me like this because I can perform. Damnit. Looks like it's time to start up the ol' job search again...
and if you ever get annoyed, look at me I'm self-employed
- said...
-
christian dog.
your kind will be cleansed from the earth, the purge is upon us.
repent. fucker.
Wow. So the first one is just stupid and the second one is asking for lightning to melt his face. Good job!
Despite the vomitorious comments on the blogspot, this weekend was good for two out of three days. Hannah came down Friday night and she brought some delicious lasagna, despite being made of turkey (she said something about healthy and easier to cook, whatever), so I was a full and happy boy. Saturday my dad and step-mom came in from Hickory on their way to Chapel Hill and grabbed up the two of us. We all went out to UNC to meet my sister and her new beau for lunch, where we were joined by my brother. All told it was a good time. I miss hanging out with all of us together. My dad even found a "smoking buddy" in Hannah. At least until I can get her to quit, anyway. Heh. Jenna's new boyfriend seems like a good enough kid, at least. Polite but relaxed around the dad and the two (much bigger than he is) older brothers. Hannah even seemed relaxed and she's terribly shy around new people. So yay that. I don't think I'll be dragging her to mom's any time soon, but meeting dad went pretty well. I hope I get to meet her 'rents soon, though she constantly warns of me of the dangers that is the Eckerd Parental Tribunal. Abandon all hope ye who enter here, and that sort of thing. But I've always done well with parents. Then we came back and had more of the lasagna and watched (some of) Interview with a Scientologist, I mean, Vampire and (all of) The Producers. I highly recommend The Producers to anyone who hasn't seen it. Brilliance. Hannah had to leave early in the morning (it is to weep!) and I had to open. And close. All by myself. (The job-loathing begins again) But despite that I ended up almost 200% to budget for the day. Which is only going to encourage the Best Buy powers to continue to treat me like this because I can perform. Damnit. Looks like it's time to start up the ol' job search again...
and if you ever get annoyed, look at me I'm self-employed
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
On Cowardice...
This isn't the first time someone has anonymously threatened me when I have found love, but this latest one is certainly the most direct. Last time it was more vague, all about being confronted with some past sin or another. This time...well, I'll let you see for yourselves.
"Anonymous said...
I must not fear...
"Anonymous said...
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one in five americains die in a car accedent each year... I hope one of them is you."
I must not fear...
Monday, February 26, 2007
Glee!
This weekend was easily the best weekend I have had, all told, in over a year. I have found someone who will not only put up with me, but actually enjoy me for me, lumps and oddness and all. And I like her in all her her-ness. Cause that makes sense. Her name is Hannah. I actually met her at Chris' wedding, but in a more off-hand kinda way. I remembered liking her face. And her dress blues. Yes, she's in the army. The band, though. She was one of the three people from Chris' current unit at the wedding. She's a little younger than I would otherwise maybe go for. 20, still in school. But we click so well, it's easy to forget such things. Of course the fact that she's gorgeous in a very classical way doesn't hurt.
Getting back to this weekend. She came down my way from App to finally "meet" after many long nights spent talking for hours and hours. And it felt like the most natural thing I've been a part of in the longest time. It felt like she was always supposed to be there right beside me. Familiar and still new. Comfortable, but oh so very exciting. And she smells great, too. It's an interesting dynamic we have, but very rewarding. I can't describe how lucky I feel to have found an even better thing than the one I lost. It's as though every good quality that ever existed in any girl I've loved in the past has been brought together into one single person and the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. She's of French and Scot origin, and it shows. She's a music major and a musician. She can cook, and loves to do so! (she made this awesome cake thing and brought it down this weekend. Yum!) She says she can sew (but admits her sister is much better at it), her eyes are brown with tinges of hunter green growing in from the outside. She possess a very classic beauty; heavy eyelids, great hips and legs. She's into anime, science fiction, fantasy. She wants to do the renaissance festival. She's tough and toughly built. She's strong and tall. She's got soft, pale, very kissable skin. What's not to love?
And I'm not ashamed or embarassed or afraid to say that I am very much in love with Hannah Gabrielle Eckerd.
ego te amo, mea dea minima
Getting back to this weekend. She came down my way from App to finally "meet" after many long nights spent talking for hours and hours. And it felt like the most natural thing I've been a part of in the longest time. It felt like she was always supposed to be there right beside me. Familiar and still new. Comfortable, but oh so very exciting. And she smells great, too. It's an interesting dynamic we have, but very rewarding. I can't describe how lucky I feel to have found an even better thing than the one I lost. It's as though every good quality that ever existed in any girl I've loved in the past has been brought together into one single person and the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. She's of French and Scot origin, and it shows. She's a music major and a musician. She can cook, and loves to do so! (she made this awesome cake thing and brought it down this weekend. Yum!) She says she can sew (but admits her sister is much better at it), her eyes are brown with tinges of hunter green growing in from the outside. She possess a very classic beauty; heavy eyelids, great hips and legs. She's into anime, science fiction, fantasy. She wants to do the renaissance festival. She's tough and toughly built. She's strong and tall. She's got soft, pale, very kissable skin. What's not to love?
And I'm not ashamed or embarassed or afraid to say that I am very much in love with Hannah Gabrielle Eckerd.
ego te amo, mea dea minima
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Huh.
It seems I've found someone to accompany me in my insomnia again. It's bittersweet. That is a wound I don't know will ever heal. Not completely. There's something new, though. Different. Won't be the same. But how could it be? One step at a time, I guess. If I can stick to that. It's been a while. I'm a little impatient. That and I've got a long stride with this legs of mine. I tend to skip steps. We'll see.
My boots continue to be awesome. I need to take some pictures of them. With me in them, maybe.
My new car radio finally arrived. I could bore with the details and reasons why this is the single most awesome car stereo I have ever seen and worked with, but suffice to say that it allows an insane amount of control over the music. It pleases my audiophility...ness...ary...whatever.
In work news, the job remains the same. Most days it's alright, but ultimately, it lacks real fulfillment. There's a whole lot of potential, though. Might be worth sticking around as part time, even if I get another job. We'll see. Speaking of other jobs! We'll have nearly a dozen hookahs with us at Carnivale. It's ridiculous. I hope we sell every damn bit of equipment we're bringing. And then some. Because that'd be super. And back to Best Buy. It seems that Scott, yes that Scott is insisting that Laquinta go to some meeting thing in Charlotte and happily suggested that I take her morning shift. If I didn't want the money I'd have laughed in her face as I told her no. But I also feel a bit of loyalty and responsibility to the department. You don't look good if you don't help out. Or some such. Bleh. Hate opening.
blue-eyed boy meets a brown-eyed girl
My boots continue to be awesome. I need to take some pictures of them. With me in them, maybe.
My new car radio finally arrived. I could bore with the details and reasons why this is the single most awesome car stereo I have ever seen and worked with, but suffice to say that it allows an insane amount of control over the music. It pleases my audiophility...ness...ary...whatever.
In work news, the job remains the same. Most days it's alright, but ultimately, it lacks real fulfillment. There's a whole lot of potential, though. Might be worth sticking around as part time, even if I get another job. We'll see. Speaking of other jobs! We'll have nearly a dozen hookahs with us at Carnivale. It's ridiculous. I hope we sell every damn bit of equipment we're bringing. And then some. Because that'd be super. And back to Best Buy. It seems that Scott, yes that Scott is insisting that Laquinta go to some meeting thing in Charlotte and happily suggested that I take her morning shift. If I didn't want the money I'd have laughed in her face as I told her no. But I also feel a bit of loyalty and responsibility to the department. You don't look good if you don't help out. Or some such. Bleh. Hate opening.
blue-eyed boy meets a brown-eyed girl
Saturday, February 17, 2007
New Boots FTW!
Man. It's been a loooong week. Long week.
I don't like funerals. They're uncomfortable. No, I'm not afraid of death. I'm not uncomfortable with the concept. It's the greiving that's uncomfortable. Everyone crying, the air is thick with the smell of grief. And, intellectually at least, I understand that. But I know my grandfather would have been trying to tell people to stop crying. Laugh, smile, it's a beautiful day outside. Go play a round of golf. I've always handled death and dying well. Maybe a little too well. It was a good service, don't get me wrong. It was a great service, really. The message and eulogy were powerful, fitting, moving. I just...don't like funerals. Too somber. People get mad if you laugh at something. Even if it's funny. Especially if it's funny. How dare you laugh! Someone is dead! Yes, and someone died just know while you told me that. Leaving this world is just another step in the grand scheme of things. There's an afterlife out there, people. And all those people there are supposed to be Christians. My Granddaddy Jim has his spot in heaven, so what is there to mourn? I will miss him. I'm not saying I won't. I'm just saying I don't mourn his passing into a better thing. Funerals. Feh. Uncomfortable
I'm also not a fan of ties. Which I wore to the funeral. Stupid tie.
Work's been nuts this week. It's been shockingly busy. Too many people. It's hard to do my job right when a customer has me trapped on the fringes, leaving a dozen or so people free to do whatever they want in the middle. On the upside, the numbers have been stupid awesome. La dee freakin' da. My boots came in yesterday, though. It took special ordering them, but I was finally able to find a pair of good tall boots. the heel on 'em gives me just the right amount of arch to actually put my weight down on more than just my heel and the ball of my foot. Wow! Pulled an eight hour day in them with little or no discomfort. If I had worn better socks, I'd be golden, but the pair I grabbed were a little more worn out than I thought they were. Garbaged!
Chris is back from his two weeks of training for his funeral honors team. He passed with almost flying colors, near perfection on all his scores. Which isn't enough for him, but was well enough for him to be qualified to train others in how to do his job. He can't train trainers, but he can train other people. And now begins the mad dash to get everything we NEED for next weekend. Carnivale! So very exciting!
And now I must go and fail to go to sleep for many hours so I can get up and open tomorrow. Ick. I'm needing a vacation.
and if the train's on time, you can get to work by nine
I don't like funerals. They're uncomfortable. No, I'm not afraid of death. I'm not uncomfortable with the concept. It's the greiving that's uncomfortable. Everyone crying, the air is thick with the smell of grief. And, intellectually at least, I understand that. But I know my grandfather would have been trying to tell people to stop crying. Laugh, smile, it's a beautiful day outside. Go play a round of golf. I've always handled death and dying well. Maybe a little too well. It was a good service, don't get me wrong. It was a great service, really. The message and eulogy were powerful, fitting, moving. I just...don't like funerals. Too somber. People get mad if you laugh at something. Even if it's funny. Especially if it's funny. How dare you laugh! Someone is dead! Yes, and someone died just know while you told me that. Leaving this world is just another step in the grand scheme of things. There's an afterlife out there, people. And all those people there are supposed to be Christians. My Granddaddy Jim has his spot in heaven, so what is there to mourn? I will miss him. I'm not saying I won't. I'm just saying I don't mourn his passing into a better thing. Funerals. Feh. Uncomfortable
I'm also not a fan of ties. Which I wore to the funeral. Stupid tie.
Work's been nuts this week. It's been shockingly busy. Too many people. It's hard to do my job right when a customer has me trapped on the fringes, leaving a dozen or so people free to do whatever they want in the middle. On the upside, the numbers have been stupid awesome. La dee freakin' da. My boots came in yesterday, though. It took special ordering them, but I was finally able to find a pair of good tall boots. the heel on 'em gives me just the right amount of arch to actually put my weight down on more than just my heel and the ball of my foot. Wow! Pulled an eight hour day in them with little or no discomfort. If I had worn better socks, I'd be golden, but the pair I grabbed were a little more worn out than I thought they were. Garbaged!
Chris is back from his two weeks of training for his funeral honors team. He passed with almost flying colors, near perfection on all his scores. Which isn't enough for him, but was well enough for him to be qualified to train others in how to do his job. He can't train trainers, but he can train other people. And now begins the mad dash to get everything we NEED for next weekend. Carnivale! So very exciting!
And now I must go and fail to go to sleep for many hours so I can get up and open tomorrow. Ick. I'm needing a vacation.
and if the train's on time, you can get to work by nine
Monday, February 12, 2007
Unfun V-Day
So the funeral is Wednesday. Which means I get to spend Singles Awareness Day at a funeral. Fun times, fun times. At least now I don't have to worry about a date. >_>
bleh
bleh
Sunday, February 11, 2007
James Poole
My grandfather passed away today, sometime around 2PM. He had a heart attack a few years back and hasn't been the same since. This past year has seen him in the hospital frequently and the last three months he's been in as much as he's been out. In a way, it's a kind of relief, at least to me. He's not sick anymore. He's not slow or tired or weak. No more worrying and fretting, "will he make this time?" "is this it?" I know he's at peace. He led a good, Christian life. He'll get his eternal reward. I'm worried about my grandmother, though. Ever since all us grand-kids grew up and moved out of town, she's been slowly edging closer and closer to breakdown. She's always been just a liiiiitle tightly wound. So, if you're inclined, please pray/think about my grandmother, Jeanne.
A little bit about my granddaddy Jim. He's not my "real" grandfather. My biological grandfather and grandmother divorced many years ago. My dad was young then. So all my life, he's been my grandfather just as much as any other. He was a good man. He loved his step-kids as much as his own and loved his grandkids. He was always quick with a joke, usually bad. He lived to see three generations of children: his and Jeanne's kids, those kids' kids, and just a year ago, my cousin Audrey's little girl. He was an independent kinda guy, which I, in retrospect at least, have to admire. He owned a little insurance company in Rockwell, where I grew up. He was a firefighter into his 60's, if I recall correctly. He was active in his church and community. He had been and alderman on the Rockwell city council a few times. He loved good food. Especially barbecue, and even more especially Darrell's (being the best tiny BQQ joint ever) barbecue. While I was never especially close to him, I wasn't especially distant either. He's always been a postive influence in my life. And the last few years I've gotten to really know him better. As a kid, there's a world of interaction you just don't have with adults/parents/grandparents. Since my late teens and on, it was always fun to talk with Jim. He had a quick wit, very punny and sarcastic at times. In a lot of ways, he was the perfect foil to my grandmother. She's always been Model American Homemaker. The house is always spotless. Everything must be just so. But she doesn't always do well with disorder. Jim, on the other hand, was much more laid back. And he was never shy about letting my grandmother know when it was time to chill a bit before she got too wrapped up in the housewifery. At least he made through one more Thankgivichristmas. I'll miss him, but I don't know that I'll mourn him. He lived a full life; he didn't pass on prematurely. He didn't die "before his time." I'll carry the things I've learned from him on in my mind and heart, pass those lessons on to those who need them.
Just look in on us from time to time, old man. Y'know, between rounds of golf. I know you always loved us, no matter what. Just keep loving us rom up there. And we'll meet up again someday.
take it easy, jimbo
A little bit about my granddaddy Jim. He's not my "real" grandfather. My biological grandfather and grandmother divorced many years ago. My dad was young then. So all my life, he's been my grandfather just as much as any other. He was a good man. He loved his step-kids as much as his own and loved his grandkids. He was always quick with a joke, usually bad. He lived to see three generations of children: his and Jeanne's kids, those kids' kids, and just a year ago, my cousin Audrey's little girl. He was an independent kinda guy, which I, in retrospect at least, have to admire. He owned a little insurance company in Rockwell, where I grew up. He was a firefighter into his 60's, if I recall correctly. He was active in his church and community. He had been and alderman on the Rockwell city council a few times. He loved good food. Especially barbecue, and even more especially Darrell's (being the best tiny BQQ joint ever) barbecue. While I was never especially close to him, I wasn't especially distant either. He's always been a postive influence in my life. And the last few years I've gotten to really know him better. As a kid, there's a world of interaction you just don't have with adults/parents/grandparents. Since my late teens and on, it was always fun to talk with Jim. He had a quick wit, very punny and sarcastic at times. In a lot of ways, he was the perfect foil to my grandmother. She's always been Model American Homemaker. The house is always spotless. Everything must be just so. But she doesn't always do well with disorder. Jim, on the other hand, was much more laid back. And he was never shy about letting my grandmother know when it was time to chill a bit before she got too wrapped up in the housewifery. At least he made through one more Thankgivichristmas. I'll miss him, but I don't know that I'll mourn him. He lived a full life; he didn't pass on prematurely. He didn't die "before his time." I'll carry the things I've learned from him on in my mind and heart, pass those lessons on to those who need them.
Just look in on us from time to time, old man. Y'know, between rounds of golf. I know you always loved us, no matter what. Just keep loving us rom up there. And we'll meet up again someday.
take it easy, jimbo
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wow, an americian that isnt stupid. random is the word. and I am not afraid of your friends, Nicholas English. tell them to let me know when thay wanna come by, Ill have coffee ready. I used "anonymous" for effect, and it worked. do not allow my boredom to itrerupt your new found bliss.