My Addled Brain

Currently playing: The Wildhearts - Inglorious

So, this has been quite the week. Or so. I spent the first part of the week with my thumb more or less lodged firmly in my nether region, and the rest of it doing my best impression of a beheaded olympic chicken. I’m sure I’ve bored you to tears with the server move stuff (which I got more or less done this morning finally), but the other circumstances are new. Well, new to you.

Happening last week: My friend and ex-co-worker (is that right?) Eric Morton was in town, and we proceeded to get our drink on. It was good to see him, as he is currently enjoying the high life in Lawrence, KS, home of the Fighting Jayhawks (speaking of which, have you ever seen a jayhawk fight? Neither have I) and a damn fine college town if you ask me.

Also happening last week: my cousin’s wedding. This is her second marriage, and her new husband is a pretty cool guy, and his kid is a damn riot. I may post some pictures if I can get Major Cool Guy to send me a few. The reception was fun, and the anticipated brawl between one of my other cousins and his now-ex-wife (is that right?) never came to pass, most likely because they both got tanked and kept out of the same room as the other. I also discovered that Andy’s stepfather and the Padre both race in the same league. Pretty small world if you ask me.

Also Also happening last week: The Madre came down for a visit. Had dinner with them over at MCG’s house, a delightful spaghetti dish with a killer meat sauce and sumptious garlic bread. Well, it was good, anyway. The house still hasn’t sold yet, which may lead to taking drastic measures: hiring a halfwaydecent realtor. Apparently, our current one has difficulty with the whole "follow-up" (is that right?) concept. Otherwise, the Madre is doing well, and Bruce is looking at expanding the business to a second airport.

Also Also Also happening last week: My grandfather turned 87 last week. Eighty-seven (is that right?) years old. And this summer, he and grandma will be celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary. Sixty years of marriage. First of all, allow me to state that these are two people I hold in very high regard. Grandpa used to be a Methodist minister (well, he’s still a Methodist, natch, just not a minister), and has all these great stories about the places he’s traveled and the things he did growing up (the bit about riding on the roof of a bus because he couldn’t afford the fair is a gem), and they’re really nice people, and I should be so damn lucky when I get that old to be able to live like them and not want to kill my wife. Happy birthday, Grandpa.