I Believe

Long story short, but I was thinking about writing my own "I Believe" statement. I got distracted and could only think of this:

 Kevin Costner (Crash Davis): Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.

Maybe I'll get around to the rest of my statement eventually. So far I have a pretty firm belief in the importance of good grammar and that there is no such thing as too much garlic. Until then, there are worse things to be thinking of on this random Friday in April than Kevin Costner ; )

Questionable Behavior

I have been meaning to post about a recurring subconscious dream that goes something like this:

Out of the blue, this guy I used to know calls me and tells me that his wife has filed for divorce. I don't say anything until he prompts me to say something. I tell him of course I am very sorry to hear it, and ask if he is doing OK. He says "yeah, but you're not going to be as nice when you hear the rest". At this point, I say the other thing I have been wanting to say, which is "am I going to be subpoenaed?". He doesn't reply, so I ask what it is I should say. He says, "Just tell the truth". At this point I wake up, because I have no idea what the truth would be in that situation.

The other junk on my mind the last couple of weeks fits also fits under the heading of Questionable Behavior:

I hit the %^$#ing neighbor kid with a baseball bat. Oh, chill, it's a foam practice bat, and he moved in front of it as much as I swung it at him.

I took a hydrocodone tablet when an aspirin would have done the job because I was too lazy to look for an aspirin.

I started looking for a job again. On work time. On my boss's computer.

And my six year-old's teacher called to say he had told her to "Shut up, you son-of-a-...". Really not sure where that one came from. I don't talk like that and I don't allow my kids to talk like that, or watch shows with that kind of language.

OK, I'll behave now.

Another Week in Review

The highlights of our family timeline for the last week look something like this:

Tuesday, 4-2 - Gigi passed away, 10 days after her stroke
Wednesday, 4-3 - took B to church, ate at Waffle House with MIL
Thursday, 4-4 - Let B have a friend spend the night on a school night, because the whole week was effed up anyway, so why not?
Friday, 4-5 - took the day off work to get ready for trip to OK
Sat, 4-6, 1:30 a.m. - got up and showered
Sat, 4-6, 2:45 a.m. - picked L up in Lonoke and began driving to OK
Sat, 4-6, 6:00 a.m. - stopped for gas, breakfast and truck stop showers (which everyone in my family except for me seems to think is a treat)
Sat, 4-6, 8:30 a.m. - arrive in Ramona where we changed clothes and got ready for funeral
Sat, 4-6, 10 a.m. - 10 p.m. - LONGEST EFFING DAY EVER
Sunday, 4-7, noonish - skipped church, met lots of family for lunch after, where we celebrated B's birthday. He was pretty cool about it, very appreciative of all of the attention, and fully understanding that the only time he will ever have this many family members at a birthday party for him will be if it coincides with another funeral. Little twerp raked in a bunch of money too, part of which he donated to the Memorial Fund.
Sunday, 4-7, 4 p.m. - headed back to AR
Sunday, 4-7, 10:30 p.m. - dropped L off in Lonoke
Sunday, 4-7, 11 p.m. - arrived home, unloaded the bare minimum from car, and fell into bed

Notice anything missing from the 72 hours between Friday night and Sunday night? Like adequate sleep?

I hope to eventually write a bit about Gigi, and what a pretty amazing family she left behind, but not right now. Right now I have to get through the last hour of work so I can go home, unload the car, and begin to make space in my house for a piano. Yes, we just acquired a piano. With a fairly prominent plaque on the side that ensures we can never (easily) get rid of it.