Greetings to all from the other side of the state. The trip home has been relatively uneventful thus far, so the entry will be short. There hasn't been near as much beer drank as usual, and that may be the main contributing factor to the lack of fun and funny moments. Highlights thus far have included my father and I exchanging lines from Christmas Vacation while wrestling several strands of lights out of the Dogwood trees in our yard as well as watching my mother lose her false teeth on more than one occasion. Turkey Day should prove eventful with the rest of the clan's arrival coming Wednesday. I'm not sure what I'm looking forward to the most-stuffing pounds of great food down my throat or cursing at the rest of my family during our traditional Thanksgiving spades game. My weekend entry will hopefully include accounts of both. Until then, I wish everyone happy travels and full bellies!
Happy Adventures to All!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
HOLIDAYS....INCOMING!!!
I'll be the first to say that I love my family. I also enjoy the holiday season, and the good spirits that it brings about...at most houses. I'm not saying there aren't good times had at our house, nor am I saying there aren't smiles on faces...but the good times are usually found after my mother's first glass of wine and before my sister's fourth, and the biggest smile of the holidays is the one I see in the rear view mirror (on Mom's face) as I leave for the last time after Christmas. Truth be told, if it weren't like this our holidays would be pretty dull. This year's Christmas has the makings of "one for the books" already. By my estimations it has been 4 years since both of my sisters and myself have all been home on Christmas morning. Word has it that the streak will be halted there, and that we will all be home snug in our beds this year. That puts the count in the house at 5. Five is a good number, small enough for everyone to have their own space, large enough that you don't get annoyed only being spoken to by 1 person. Throw in a couple of brother in laws, a girl friend, and the two newest additions to the clan (my niece and nephew), and my grandmother and you are at 11. That's double digits folks. I can only imagine both the screaming and laughter that will be heard at 722 Woodmont this year. I'm sure at some point in the fury that at least a couple of the following things will happen:
1.)Someone will unwrap one of the many volumes of "How to be a Gentleman".
ODDS:3 to 1
2.)Dad will lose his temper with some techno gadget.
ODDS:2 to 1
3.)Erin and Kate will get pissed at one another over something that only sisters get pissed about and that I will never understand.
ODDS:3 to 1
4.)My grandmother will argue that she is just fine, not tired, and needs to get home immediately after Christmas lunch.
ODDS:2 to 1
5.)Dad will eagerly volunteer to go to Wal Mart on Christmas Eve to pick up a "couple of things" and guarantee that he will be back in 15 minutes. He will return an hour and a half later with "a couple of other things".
ODDS:1 to 1
6.)Mom will at some point become overwhelmed and lose her temper with one of her offspring, causing all of her offspring to discuss her need for a drink, or some form of pharmaceutical sedative.
ODDS:Keep your money folks!
I don't mean to make our house seem like a place that St. Nick my be scared to visit on Christmas Eve because its not. And, I am sure that all families have their own boxes of toxic fumes and fun wrapped neatly under the tree. This entry was simply born from thoughts of Christmases past, and wonders of Christmases future.
Happy Adventures to All!
1.)Someone will unwrap one of the many volumes of "How to be a Gentleman".
ODDS:3 to 1
2.)Dad will lose his temper with some techno gadget.
ODDS:2 to 1
3.)Erin and Kate will get pissed at one another over something that only sisters get pissed about and that I will never understand.
ODDS:3 to 1
4.)My grandmother will argue that she is just fine, not tired, and needs to get home immediately after Christmas lunch.
ODDS:2 to 1
5.)Dad will eagerly volunteer to go to Wal Mart on Christmas Eve to pick up a "couple of things" and guarantee that he will be back in 15 minutes. He will return an hour and a half later with "a couple of other things".
ODDS:1 to 1
6.)Mom will at some point become overwhelmed and lose her temper with one of her offspring, causing all of her offspring to discuss her need for a drink, or some form of pharmaceutical sedative.
ODDS:Keep your money folks!
I don't mean to make our house seem like a place that St. Nick my be scared to visit on Christmas Eve because its not. And, I am sure that all families have their own boxes of toxic fumes and fun wrapped neatly under the tree. This entry was simply born from thoughts of Christmases past, and wonders of Christmases future.
Happy Adventures to All!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Uncorking the blog
Greetings! I'm not really sure where this blog is going to lead me, nor do I know if I will even maintain it. It could end up a life long companion or a one night stand...Here comes the fun part!
I guess my initial post should probably be a quick trip down memory lane to get us to this point moving forward. Born in Batesville, Arkansas 8 February 1985. No memories from the really early years, but pictures and home videos prove that I was both fat and for the most part happy. My grades in school weren't exactly exemplary, but were good enough to stay out from under Momma's foot usually. I was a Boy Scout but didn't really enjoy the outdoors until I was old enough to explore them in a manner not reflective of the Oath. I loved playing basketball growing up, but abandoned the idea of playing professionally when my social agenda and high school practice schedule began to disagree. So much for that idea. Sometime in my early teens my Grandfather became my hero, and in the few years I had with him I learned more shit about more shit than in any other period of my life thus far. After high school came college, and as of present that is where I sit....That's been seven years. In those seven years I've been to several schools, sank a truck, laughed at my own expense on more than one occasion, discovered a passion for tattoos, found a girl, lived in another state, and moved back home.
That should just about bring anyone reading this up to speed. Again, from here we will see where it goes.
Happy Adeventures to All!
I guess my initial post should probably be a quick trip down memory lane to get us to this point moving forward. Born in Batesville, Arkansas 8 February 1985. No memories from the really early years, but pictures and home videos prove that I was both fat and for the most part happy. My grades in school weren't exactly exemplary, but were good enough to stay out from under Momma's foot usually. I was a Boy Scout but didn't really enjoy the outdoors until I was old enough to explore them in a manner not reflective of the Oath. I loved playing basketball growing up, but abandoned the idea of playing professionally when my social agenda and high school practice schedule began to disagree. So much for that idea. Sometime in my early teens my Grandfather became my hero, and in the few years I had with him I learned more shit about more shit than in any other period of my life thus far. After high school came college, and as of present that is where I sit....That's been seven years. In those seven years I've been to several schools, sank a truck, laughed at my own expense on more than one occasion, discovered a passion for tattoos, found a girl, lived in another state, and moved back home.
That should just about bring anyone reading this up to speed. Again, from here we will see where it goes.
Happy Adeventures to All!
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