(In fact, if you’re related to me, you should skip this post altogether, OK?) But first, a spider update: I am sad to inform the Internet that Stevie the Spider died today at approximately 11:45 PM, eastern time. The cause of death was a 40 pound beagle/corgi mix believed to be a bounty hunter working…
Month: May 2005
Home in Indiana, Day Four (Monday)
Sunday night I slept like the dead, for perhaps 8+ hours. Yippee, that’s a vacation!! (Or, as I think I previously mentioned, Ayn Rand is a hell of a sleeping pill). Monday, Michelle and I got the pictures from Bill’s graduation developed. Then Mom and I stopped at Grandma’s long enough to give her a…
Home in Indiana, Day Three (Sunday)
Sunday: Macaulay/Bill picked me up at the Marriott around 10 so we could go to the brunch Mom was cooking. It was the first real meal I’ve eaten at my mom’s house in years…and years… I don’t think I’d sat at the dinner table with my family since sometime in college if I was home…
Home in Indiana, Day Two (Saturday)
On Saturday — it was grilled cheese day. Mmm! Or maybe Friday dinner was grilled cheese. I don’t remember. I should write these things quicker. (Hey, it’s another reason to get a laptop next time…). Actually, Friday dinner must have been grilled cheese because Saturday lunch was Denny’s with Bill, Michelle (FSIL) and Mom. Aunt…
Home in Indiana, Day One (Friday)
I told you I would write in excruciating detail about my trip home to Indiana, the Hoosier state, the Crossroads of America, the home of the …. oh, Cripes, what do they call it? Yeah! The greatest spectacle in motor racing! Anyway. Got up last Friday before 5 and got ready to leave for Cheesecake…
Home!
Made it home last night around 6. Everything’s fine, I’ll write more later. I really have a lot to do so I should get moving.
Wednesday already??
Yesterday I was at the point in my visit home that I look around and think, “I really should figure out a way to live here in Indiana.” It’s the time in my visit after I think that my family is made up of dorks but before the time in my visit when I think…
Good Dog!
Hey, they really are man’s best friends!
Now there’s one evil dachsaund…
Nah, that’s really all I had to say. Evil dachsaunds make me miss sweet beagles, even if one of the sweet beagles is now up to chewing paper. Friggin Betty. I don’t know about you, blog readers, but I slept at least 8 hours last night. Mmm! There’s something wrong about sleeping on a futon…
Macaulay is a graduate
(BTW, I love the internet and my blog – I called Bill’s room a cesspool and an hour later he was bitching at me for it!) So today, my brother is a graduate. It took him seven years to complete his degree but he did most of that paying for college on his own. If…