Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a little late here...sorry.
Sunday morning I slept in a bit. No super special breakfast as we were getting together with my parents for brunch. But, the presents! The wife and the HB got me the new North Mississippi All-Stars disc and, more important, Guitar Hero III for the Wii. The HB and I had a great time playing it. Of course, he was pissed that I beat him, but I have the advantage of knowing all of the songs.
We had brunch with my parents at a great deli near their house. Delish. My dad liked his book and my mom was ecstatic over the gift certificate my bro and I got for her for her birthday (which was a few days earlier). It was to her favorite store (Chico's) so she can buy some new stuff for their upcoming cruise.
That afternoon, we took a family trip to the Rotary International convention. Things were a little zoo-ey downtown between that and the Laker game (and they won!), but we were able to find a good place to park not too far away. We were there so we could see the NZS in the parade of flags and so I could buy some thank you gifts for my board of directors.
So, we worm our way into the hall for the parade (my wife and the HB didn't have tickets because it would have cost almost $700 for the 20 minutes of what we wanted to see) and see the NZS. There were more flags (people from 140 countries attended) than kids, so we saw the NZS several times. But, get this. No one took the time to coordinate their order so the students would carry the flag of their country! So, the NZS didn't even present the New Zealand flag. That was just dumb.
Afterwards, we grabbed the world's slowest sandwiches at a local supermarket. My wife insisted on having a sandwich made from scratch by the world's slowest sandwich maker instead of grabbing a pre-made one like I did. She got a bit of a stomach ache that night...heh.
When we got home I powered through the US Open and the Laker game on HD-DVR. I can't believe that Tiger still won that tournament (the next day) with a bum knee. What's next, he can only play in a tournament if he promises to swing with only one arm?
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Weekend Stuff
Had a busy weekend, hence little posting. I can tell that you are disappointed.
On Friday night I went with my bro and and a buddy of mine and his new fiancée (awwwww) to the Angel game. The Halos won 3-0 on some fine pitching by Jared Weaver. It's always fun to go with my buddy since the tickets are free through his work and he's a regular at bar near the stadium so we drink for bar tips. Of course, that invariably means I have one too many (and don't eat enough), so I was feeling it on Saturday morning.
While the wife was good enough to volunteer to run errands etc. with the HB on Saturday, I was gone on Friday night and she was going out with a friend that night, so I figured we could all do shit together. We actually got a ton of crap done, including hanging the pictures back up in my office, getting birthday presents for my s-i-l for Sunday, cleaning windows, etc. Since the wife went out for dinner and music, the HB and I got make seafood in the house (shrimp nachos) and watch a game (Angels, again, but they got beat).
Sunday was a looooong day. I slept in a touch (though I think I had a dream about Lynn for about the third night in a row) and made breakfast for me and the HB (the wife was up at the crack of dawn and went into work for a bit). We then went to the Lone Star Steakhouse for my younger s-i-l's birthday. If there's a more boring, uninspired chain-restaurant, I don't know of it. So, we get the menus and order while my older s-i-l tells us what's good and what to order. Strange thing is that she's on some weird diet and is only eating a wedge of lettuce. Why is it the fattest person has all the diet advice? She's been on a million diets and NONE have them have worked. Why? Well, first off, NONE of them seem to involve exercise. Second, they're so bizarre that even if they were nutritionally sound (and they aren't), a person in our culture couldn't stick to it. And, I'm sorry. My grandfather was a baker, so I like good bread. But when someone tells you that the BEST part of a restaurant is their bread, the food must suck. This stuff was pretty bland and very run of the mill.
We make it through lunch and presents and decide to go bowling, which was a pretty inspired idea. The dieting s-i-l shows up with one of her grandmother's old bowling trophies which will go to the highest scorer...which is me, thank you very much. I'll treasure it forever. What's making this day go on, and on, and on is that the HB is talking constantly. Ugh.
We finally get home to relax a little bit. The HB is in a snit because he can't get the wifi on his Pokemon Gameboy to work and continues to yammer about it. He and I are about to head off to an Indian Guides pool party while my brother finishes up a platonic date. Since he's too cheap to rent a car, my wife volunteers to visit her birthday sister (again) and bring him back here.
The pool party was fun, but 2.5 hours of listening to 8-9 year olds scream and play in the pool is my limit. Even some time in the jacuzzi hasn't fully de-stressed my neck muscles. I think I'll have a drink and call it a night. I'll be up early since my bro will be up early to catch his cab to the airport.
On Friday night I went with my bro and and a buddy of mine and his new fiancée (awwwww) to the Angel game. The Halos won 3-0 on some fine pitching by Jared Weaver. It's always fun to go with my buddy since the tickets are free through his work and he's a regular at bar near the stadium so we drink for bar tips. Of course, that invariably means I have one too many (and don't eat enough), so I was feeling it on Saturday morning.
While the wife was good enough to volunteer to run errands etc. with the HB on Saturday, I was gone on Friday night and she was going out with a friend that night, so I figured we could all do shit together. We actually got a ton of crap done, including hanging the pictures back up in my office, getting birthday presents for my s-i-l for Sunday, cleaning windows, etc. Since the wife went out for dinner and music, the HB and I got make seafood in the house (shrimp nachos) and watch a game (Angels, again, but they got beat).
Sunday was a looooong day. I slept in a touch (though I think I had a dream about Lynn for about the third night in a row) and made breakfast for me and the HB (the wife was up at the crack of dawn and went into work for a bit). We then went to the Lone Star Steakhouse for my younger s-i-l's birthday. If there's a more boring, uninspired chain-restaurant, I don't know of it. So, we get the menus and order while my older s-i-l tells us what's good and what to order. Strange thing is that she's on some weird diet and is only eating a wedge of lettuce. Why is it the fattest person has all the diet advice? She's been on a million diets and NONE have them have worked. Why? Well, first off, NONE of them seem to involve exercise. Second, they're so bizarre that even if they were nutritionally sound (and they aren't), a person in our culture couldn't stick to it. And, I'm sorry. My grandfather was a baker, so I like good bread. But when someone tells you that the BEST part of a restaurant is their bread, the food must suck. This stuff was pretty bland and very run of the mill.
We make it through lunch and presents and decide to go bowling, which was a pretty inspired idea. The dieting s-i-l shows up with one of her grandmother's old bowling trophies which will go to the highest scorer...which is me, thank you very much. I'll treasure it forever. What's making this day go on, and on, and on is that the HB is talking constantly. Ugh.
We finally get home to relax a little bit. The HB is in a snit because he can't get the wifi on his Pokemon Gameboy to work and continues to yammer about it. He and I are about to head off to an Indian Guides pool party while my brother finishes up a platonic date. Since he's too cheap to rent a car, my wife volunteers to visit her birthday sister (again) and bring him back here.
The pool party was fun, but 2.5 hours of listening to 8-9 year olds scream and play in the pool is my limit. Even some time in the jacuzzi hasn't fully de-stressed my neck muscles. I think I'll have a drink and call it a night. I'll be up early since my bro will be up early to catch his cab to the airport.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Father's Day
Happy Father's Day, y'all. Had quite the family 24 hrs here. First, my my b-i-l was in town. He's always on the death watch for my m-i-l. She's in bad shape, but not going any time soon, but he made the visit anyway. So we kicked around with him yesterday. That evening my nephew asked if the HB could sleep over at his house, so that meant that the wife and I had an impromptu date night. So, we.....ripped out the dilapidated remains of the HB's closet organizer. Ok, then we knocked it out.
The next day we got together with my wife's family and went to the Getty Museum. I was OK with this as long as I had time to watch the last round of the US Open, which I was recording (man, Tiger just could not make a good shot when he needed one). There were two great things at the Getty. First, was this Manet.
Also, there was an excellent photographic exhibit on the LA river. So, that was time well spent.
We got home, I watched the Open the we went to my parents for dinner (spag and sausages). It was a good Dad's day.
I'm off to Salt Lake City tomorrow. With good internet access I'll post while I'm there. Otherwise, it won't be until Thursday.
It's a very modern painting with the two perspectives.
The next day we got together with my wife's family and went to the Getty Museum. I was OK with this as long as I had time to watch the last round of the US Open, which I was recording (man, Tiger just could not make a good shot when he needed one). There were two great things at the Getty. First, was this Manet.
Also, there was an excellent photographic exhibit on the LA river. So, that was time well spent.
We got home, I watched the Open the we went to my parents for dinner (spag and sausages). It was a good Dad's day.
I'm off to Salt Lake City tomorrow. With good internet access I'll post while I'm there. Otherwise, it won't be until Thursday.
It's a very modern painting with the two perspectives.
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