Thursday, April 27, 2006

Walk the Line

So, I spent last night over at my friend Joe's house. He and his wife, Mia invited me over to visit and watch Walk the Line, on Joe's huge ass tv.

I'm not sure how big it really was, but it seemed to take up almost an entire wall, and with the kickin stereo system, I really felt like Johnny Cash was singing right in the living room.

Awesome. Even more awesome, because as you may recall from previous blogs, Joe and I used to work together, and we don't any more. So, it was nice to see him again.

Some friends, you do really keep in touch with, while others suit their purpose, walk off and you never see them again.

I'm glad that Joe isn't one of those types of friends. He understands my weird quirks, and has lots of his own. When you meet a friend like that, it's important to stay in touch.

Mia and Joe, asked me to come back and watch King Kong, which I would gladly do, because if I watch it on my old tv from the early 90's, King Kong is going to look mini.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Block Party

Spring makes me want to sit outside like I used to in college, on a folding chair and a beer. Class all the way.

But now that I'm a "responsible, working adult," I don't get to do that too much. Instead, I do the adult version of that.

AKA-Sit on the patio at Como's on a warm summer night with some work friends, some beer, and people watching. We then went to Brew in View at the Magic Bag and watched,
Dave Chappelle's Block Party

Besides the hard wooden chairs, it was a good time. But as a result, I went to bed at 1:00 am, instead of my usual 10:30 or 11:00.

But a good escape regardless.

Tonight, I go see my dad in the hospital. So, I'll take a block party every now and then to remind me to have fun, despite the sad stuff.

Even in rain, it helps to know the sun can still come out.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Get Out the Way

Ah, the Sweet Spring air has arrived. Lovely sunny days, flowers in bloom, and of course bike riders.

I'm all for a spring full of new hopes and growth and all that good stuff, but what I can't stand is the bike riders in my neighborhood.

They act like they own the road, and me driving in an automobile is a huge problem for them. Get the fuck off the road. You don't see us driving our cars on the bike trails.

You know why you don't get treated like a fellow car? Cause you've only got 2 wheels.

We've got four, and we'd appreciate you riding your bike on a bike path, and quit acting like we're a bother to your lycra clad ass.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

My Casa in a Hospa

My dad has been in the VA Hospital in Ann Arbor, for the past week and a half.

He is an infection that I can't remember the name of, that was caused by a complication from his chemo treatments. Can't the man catch a break?

My family and myself were really starting to get concerned, because it didn't look like my dad was improving. But I talked to his nurse the other day, and she said this type of infection takes a long time to get rid of it.

So, we're trying to think good thoughts, and visit the hospital, as much as possible. And even as sick as my dad is, he still treats his company well. Offering drinks in the form of apple juice in a box, or trying to get my cousin Shannon to take home the good medical tape so she can give it to her daughters for arts and crafts.

I've put a Bettie Page pin up poster in his room, compliments of Shannon, and I brought roses to brighten the room. Anything to make it seem less sterile and clinical.

Hopefully, my dad can come home soon. It's much nicer visiting him in Keego Harbor, where he offers chicken salad for me to take home, and when I point out that I don't have a container, he doesn't think there's anything strange about putting a big scoop of chicken salad into a ball of plastic wrap and calling it a day.

Monday, April 03, 2006


I'm excited. Tonight I get to watch Scrubs. I love that show. Mostly, because it's a great escape from the trama's and scary things happening in my life at the moment.

And you, stupid lady at Weight Watchers, you don't scare me. I'll take my cousin's funeral or my dad in the hospital any day over your meetings about fiber and water consumption.

Don't get me wrong. The program is working for me. I wish I could get to 10 pounds, but I'm not there yet. It's cool, as long as I don't say fuck it and eat 3 pounds of cheese.

In other news, I must get the rest of my Easter cards in the mail.