Sunday, March 20, 2005

Move Over Betty

Holy cow do I have a lot of crap. The whole moving would be much quicker if I had alzheimers. I think the worst part of it all is awakening the dust demons. Photo albums always seem to get another life when the move comes. There are a lot of people that I have not been in touch with, whether intentional or not- I am still managing.

By this time next week I will be in the new digs and it should be something short of wonderful. Nothing like taking a day from work to move on Friday and Saturday and then rest for like five hours of sleep only to have to return to the same house I just moved from for Easter brunch.

I don't mind the brunch, I love it. On a purely selfish level I would like to meet the week after I movet. What can you do? How about if you go to church less than ten times a year you can't celebrate the holidays. I believe in God, I believe in the sacraments, but I also believe God wants the relationship to be more than the twice a year charade of faith.

I think most people celebrate the holidays because they fear the surfacing of their own religious apathy. When I go to the brunches, dinners- at like 3 in the afternoon (that's a late lunch but I digress)the only time we discuss the holiday is when we say "happy Easter." The rest of the day is about the prospective summer plans, and the best of all - the ol' family grudges. Now that's not how the whole day is but those are the highlights.


I went to practice softball on Saturday and well that was fun. Cold but fun. Initially, my diving was at mid-season futility, but then I committed to the task moreover and dove, snagged the ball, summersaulted, and popped up to through the ball back in. My batting was a whole other story. It's spring training for a reason folks.


My friend got into the Phd program and called me at work about it. I almost got fired. Upon telling me that he got in I almost slipped and said "dude, that's fucking tits!" Fortunately I had some tact left over from when I chose not to use it when talking to my boss.

So I had two shows this weekend that were not the stellar shows you all pay boku bucks for. However, I did have some shining moments which only keeps me focused on the task at hand and reluctant to get into a monogomous relationship.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous7:17 PM

    Hey Sweets, I'm wondering if you ever actually check your comments. But, do me a favor and call us some time. To hang out. To tell us of up and coming shows (more than a three hour notice would be good *wink*). To tell us to drive up (down? ... gah, it's so much easier in California -- you either go north, south, or east) just for a bit. I absolutely miss hanging out with you, and Mark's far too much of a hosehead to call his friends from time to time. You know his type... You just need to call and harass him. It's not that he doesn't want to hang out. It's just that he's lazy. Sorry about missing your show. I had told you we were going, but I've been sickly of late. Must be that lovely Wisconsin air. So point of this comment? CALL US! Or at least me. That way, you'll have a better chance of reaching Mark and getting plans arranged. And besides, I'm totally up to seeing your new digs. Perhaps a little home-warming party is needed? :)