Last week I came down with a sickness that really sucked. Being sick is an interesting thing, it is something you care about a lot when it is happening, but in retrospect you don't really care much about it and are just happy it is over. I could go back 2-3 years and read about a time I was home sick with the flu and it would mean nothing to me now. Almost like a waste of writing, similar to talking about the weather. The same way that missing work last Tuesday with a terrible cold might still have an impact on me now, coming back to read this a week from now, I'll wonder why it was even worth mentioning. Yet, still I write about it. By Thursday I was feeling a lot better and ready for my vacation. There were a lot of places I could of gone for my 3 day weekend, but I picked home.
I got Friday off from work for Easter. The last holiday in some time it feels like. I went home to the Valley to visit. It worked out great, my boss let me out of work on Thursday at 2pm, so I was able to arrive in the Valley by 7:30pm. This was like having an extra day added to my vacation. It ended up not making much of a difference time wise though. I got in and spent time with Erika and her family downtown. They are always very good to me and I genuinely enjoy their company. We went to a bar and listened to a band I didn't much care for, but I was just happy to be on vacation.
Saturday, I went with Erika to her family's fish fry they hold every year and the food was really good. After, I had wanted to ride bikes, go to Mexico, go shopping for new shoes or visit with my family, but I pretty much didn't do much except watch TV for a few hours. I then left to visit with my family, where I saw my mother, my sisters and my nieces. I have to say, there was a point when I walked in and saw Jamie sitting there at the kitchen table, she looked so much like her mother I did a double take. This is happening more and more. My first instinct was to tell her, but everyone tells her that and I'm sure it doesn't mean as much to her as it does to me. I know this happens a lot, but it still makes an impression every time. I didn't say anything and the chills faded away.
When Eliza got there the girls fought about who would get to take the baby (Celeste) out of the car. I joked around and said, no I'll get the baby and picked up my 10 year old niece Tori and carried her inside. She told me I was crazy and that I would hurt myself. I told her not to worry. After though to be honest, man it hurt. I'm getting too old for that. Maybe if I were in better shape. Whatever, I'm still a great uncle.
Later, I met up with Rick for some dinner and drinks at this place called Jackson's. I had never been there before and the place has a lot of TVs which I think is cool. There was a lot to catch up on, but I didn't really have much that was going on with me. Brad came to join us later. It was a good time shooting the shit about random topics, though I think we must be getting older when topics like kids and our views on marriage actually come up. In all fairness, our friend Jon is getting married soon so that kind of started the whole thing. Rick had to pick up his parents at the airport, so I called it a night early.
Saturday, I was starting to feel sick again, but this time from allergies. I had thought I forgot my medicine, but it had just fell behind my suitcase. I went to my mom's house to visit, but after taking some allergy medication, I ended up feeling really sleepy and slept a lot. At one point, my little sister, Eliza, was over with Tori and Celeste. We ate and talked. It is interesting how people see your world. She was asking me questions about marriage and kids. I think she sees me as never wanting to get married, that I don't like kids and instead am selfish and have commitment issues. I'm not one to dispel people's thoughts of me, so I play along. I was lectured about the virtues of parenthood and her concern that whomever I marry's time might be running out and that I should be respectful of that and not be so self centered. At one point she summed it up saying that she doesn't feel that I should be wasting a girl's time if they had the intention of getting married and having kids and I did not. My first thought was, if she only knew. I agreed with her, saying people should never waste other people's time in general. Then we digressed into how my mom will treat my kids. Quick note though, check out this article ran across today: Kids Marital Satisfaction Study: Children DECREASE Satisfaction
It was getting late and I started thinking about Sunday and our plans. By the time everyone was back from Church in the morning and we met at my mother's house, I wouldn't get on the road until late and be home even later. I would go to bed and have no time to decompress at home before having to go back to work. So, to much of my mother and father's dismay, I headed home for Austin at about 10:30pm on Saturday night. I really just needed to be home. The trip was long dark and rainy, but I made it home safe. I don't think there was much else I could do on the trip, but I didn't get to visit with other friends like my friend Cynthia.
One interesting part of my trip home was late at night, in the middle of nowhere I see a cop car pulled over behind another car and there are two cops running out after a guy into a field. I felt like I should stop and help, but then I thought I'd probably be more in the way than helpful. I was going to call the police, but then I saw a cop car in the distance and I just kept driving. I hope I did the right thing, I mean, I could totally see me becoming a hostage or something rather than a hero I was hoping to be. I totally could of helped catch that guy.
Did you know that Women in red really drive men crazy . The Lady in Red song makes so much more sense now. That was one of my favorite songs in high school from my 1987 Billboard hits CD.
Captain Richard Phillips Freed From Somali Pirates :
I followed this story and couldn't believe how long they were out at sea on that lifeboat. I was all for the use of snipers. I love how Republicans were saying how this was Obama's test and then when he goes about it in a Presidential way, they now say he is trying to take the credit (which he isn't.) You have to admit, had that captain died, he would be the first to be blamed. Why was the Somalia pirates saga a referendum on President Obama?
Today I went to Best Buy to get my guitar strung and to be a lesson book so that I can start to teach myself. We will see how long his lasts, but I think it would be fun. Wish me luck.
her fiance had an apartment
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