After almost 3 months.... Yes. I'm alive. I don't know if it's wedding jitters or what, but good Lord I've been under a tremendous amount of stress. Hai and Aron both have seen where the wedding is going to take place, but let me be the first or second or third to tell you, that wedding planning is not easy. Or, at least it's more difficult then I originally thought.
So, we have the wedding site, the caterer, the rings, the music, the honeymoon, the invites, pretty much everything taken care of. It's the smaller things that I'm having a hard time with.
The father of the bride made it a little bit more stressful when he gave us grief about having to come down for the wedding.... I mean, c'mon now. His excuse was that he had to take off time from work and that was too much for him to deal with. Joking or not, it's not the stress Kris and I need at the moment. It's not like this guy is short on cash or anything, was he just being cheap? Or does he not want to walk his own daughter down the isle? All I have to say is war almost started over his cheap ass.
Luckily though, he straightened up and told us the family is coming.
Okay, this may not be the most traditional wedding anyone has ever been too, granted, but c'mon, I've seen worse. I've seen the redneck, hoedown wedding in a park (and let me tell you, the wedding in the park was fine, it was the fact that both the groom and the bride were smashed when they finally made it up to the minister). Also, we have the bridesmaids, the groomsmen, the ordained minister, the tuxes, the invites, the catered dinner, the music run by a DJ, blah blah blah. The only difference is the wedding is in a really cool cave.
Gimme a damn break.
There's way too much to report back except that the continued amount of stress I've been under has cost me 10 lbs. in weight and possibly a good part of my sanity. And if you've seen me, losing weight is a really bad thing.
More to come....
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Thought I was gonna have to choke a bitch.... Kris and I get home to our nice little apartment in the middle of nowhere to see this new little notice sticking to our door stating that "Effective immediate! No propane tanks/grills will be allowed on your porch. If one is seen our staff will come in and remove it and you will receive a citation from our local Gestapo".
Now, I'm paranoid enough as is. I already think our country is heading towards the Orwellian 1984, if it's not there already. I was on the brink of starting our own little revolution within the complex. Fine, you don't want me to grill on my porch, you want me to grill 10 feet away from the building. Okay. But having my grill sitting on my porch should not should not constitute being fined and having someone pretty much break into my apartment and steal something that is mine. I mean, what next? If they don't like the size of my TV or the book I'm reading they can come in and take that as well?
Apparently a good majority of people in my complex felt the same way and had been calling in droves. And so did I. They're response?
"After carefully reviewing our community policies, you are allowed to have a grill on your porch, just not a propane tank since someone had one out and exploded on their porch. You will not be fined or have anyone enter your apartment complex to remove your grill. We will be issuing a new statement today to clarify..."
I found that amusing, because almost everyone in my apartment complex has the little hibachi grills or regular sized grills.
Dumbasses.
Hey look! More dumbasses!
Sunday, May 01, 2005
KRIS AND I HAVE MADE THE LEAP... into roadrunner! And a new computer! Oh, now it's on. No longer do I have to listen to all my friends talk about online games and music and clips... now I can experience it along with the rest of the world. Who woulda thunk it?
The other day, actually I guess it would have been a little over two weeks ago I went out on my back porch to smoke a cigarette and admire our apartment garden (squash, bell peppers, basil, oregano, blah blah blah) when I notice a guy who's obviously drunk trying to color one of our trees blue with a piece of chalk he stole from a little kid up the way.
Hey, we might not live in the ghetto anymore, but we've still got weird things going on around us.
More to come... now that I can post again!
Friday, April 08, 2005
You know what's really funny? I have so many great tales to tell, but since this might take several months to post I'll try to keep with the recent ones.
I inadvertantly stopped a possible robbery. Yeah, I know. Sounds weird. Whenever I get off from work I usually just run to the bank where my girlfriend works and they usually set me up with a coke and a TV in their breakroom. Last Friday I'm hanging out in the breakroom, watching CNN or Foxnews... or hell... maybe it was the Simpsons, when the bank manager or acting manager comes rushing into the breakroom on her cell phone talking to someone about a security guard who just happened to show up acting weird.
Of course I decide to check it out for myself. I walk out onto the lobby floor and there's a security guard sitting at a desk. He doesn't quite look the part, his shirt is really starched and clean, but kinda off, and he's wearing dingy slacks and tennis shoes. When I come out on the floor and he see's me he gets really nervous. Starts moving around in his chair.
The bank my girlfriend works at has it's own security team, they do not use others. If they happened to, everyone in the bank would know about it and even I would have seen a poster or something stating the change in security. So, this guy was either at the wrong place or he was waiting for something.
The clock strikes 6:30, I head over to lock up the doors... just to be helpful and to keep any late arrivers from coming in. We had plans that night, so I wanted to leave.
As I lock the door the "security guard" gets even more nervous, stands up, walks over to me and asks me to unlock the door. I open the door for him, he runs out, gets in his car ***with no license plates on the front or back and, to top it off, none displayed on his windshield or back windshield*** and hauls ass out of the parking lot.
Whatever.
Went to eat at Carraba's and to meet up with the Toungate for the Star Wars Dork-a-thon at midnight at Toys-R-Us. I walked over to meet up with Toungate, Kris was backing out and hit a car. Bumped into it is a better term. No damage to our car at all, but the other couple is claiming tons of damage. We're fighting them on it.
I hate people so much it makes me sick.
Star Wars Dork-a-thon! I am scared to death of zombies, so after thirty minutes of waiting in the cold to get in to Toys-R-Us to grab my Yoda's, my worst dreams came true. It looked like something out of the new Dawn of the Dead movie. People were pulling, clawing, scratching, digging, and screaming to find things. It was psycho. But kinda fun.
So, Toungate gets a tip that there are Darth Vaders available at Wal-Mart. We stop over at the Wal-Mart around where we live, and, to my dismay.... They have every freakin' one of the figures we just bought. And no one is in the store. We could have easily taken our time, picked out everything we wanted without a hassle, and stayed closer to home.
Ah well.
That was the big start to my weekend. And that was also the climax. We decided to stay low after our Friday night romp.
Okay... I'm posting this on April 8th, let's see how long it takes....
Friday, March 25, 2005
In reading The Hza's website I found this posted:
6.) Constantoniplolos Margolis looks like my friend The Gimp. Only, with a better set of pipes and a pair of loins that make the pre-teens (and some men) wild.
My response to this is, I have very nice loins thank-you-very-much!
But yeah, he's right on the pipes though.
Sorry for the lack of posts, but as it was taking several days for my blogs to post before, now I'm lucky to see them post at all. I'll continue with the search of how to repair this and hopefully I'll be posting at least on a weekly basis again.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
St. Valentine's Day Massacre... Not to sound all down about the holiday, because I laid low and tried to duck and cover, but there was plenty of madness to go round during this season's massacre. I'm trying to count and I believe it's six ladies I know that all were dumped within a week of Valentine's Day.
Not to mention the fact that someone I was acquainted with died the Monday before in the huge wreck on I-35. The funeral was Friday, and although funeral's aren't exactly known for their uplifting and inspirational themes (at least not to me), this one wasn't quite so bad. There were tears, of course, but I found it interesting when the funeral service provider passed around a microphone to the members of the audience wherein they would tell stories of how they met Milton or how he affected their lives. So, you knew that he had lived a good one.
I'm never very good at the funeral thing. I never know what to say because somehow, it just doesn't seem like there's anything that hasn't been told to them a hundred times before.
That sucked.
Anyway, Valentine's Day, Kris and I laid low, catched a movie and had fun. And managed to help out an 80+ year old couple as well. Hey, it made me feel good.
We'll take note of the posting time and how long it's going to take...
More to come.
St. Valentine's Day Massacre... Not to sound all down about the holiday, because I laid low and tried to duck and cover, but there was plenty of madness to go round during this season's massacre. I'm trying to count and I believe it's six ladies I know that all were dumped within a week of Valentine's Day.
Not to mention the fact that someone I was acquainted with died the Monday before in the huge wreck on I-35. The funeral was Friday, and although funeral's aren't exactly known for their uplifting and inspirational themes (at least not to me), this one wasn't quite so bad. There were tears, of course, but I found it interesting when the funeral service provider passed around a microphone to the members of the audience wherein they would tell stories of how they met Milton or how he affected their lives. So, you knew that he had lived a good one.
I'm never very good at the funeral thing. I never know what to say because somehow, it just doesn't seem like there's anything that hasn't been told to them a hundred times before.
That sucked.
Anyway, Valentine's Day, Kris and I laid low, catched a movie and had fun. And managed to help out an 80+ year old couple as well. Hey, it made me feel good.
We'll take note of the posting time and how long it's going to take...
More to come.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Check one... check one two... testing testing.. checkity check yo' self.
Lately, everytime I enter a new blog, it's been taking several dates to update. Although this may be a problem that I have instigated absent mindedly, I'll try to update more often. Since this is simply a test I'll just say that Saturday night we checked out the Hza's new casa (That's Spanish for `No longer an apartment dweller').
Nice place, and the fact that he's back in the ole Milhood makes me a little homesick.
Let's hope this posts inside four days time.
More to come...
