My Memorial Day Weekend Wrap-Up

Just a few quick notes about this weekend -- a 3-day weekend. Friday I went to a baseball game, a semi-pro Independent League game at the Community America Ballpark in KCK -- the T-Bones lost. We had a fine time, went with Jo's co-workers, well some of them. We tailgated for a bit before hand, nothing too exciting with some semi-drunk teachers. Saturday and Sunday were spent at the Jiggle Jam Family Fun Fest -- I volunteered a portion of my time. I got reassigned to Stroller Patrol -- helping families carry stroller up about 12 steps to the main tent. I got a good workout, which for me is a good thing. I need more workouts to keep my body limber, strong, and I wish, thin. (I'm not yet obsessed with this weight thing, but soon I will be) So I carried strollers and listened to great music by the likes of Dino O'Dell, Trout Fishing in America, Funky Mama, Justin Roberts and of course, our (Julia and mine's) all-time favorite, Jim "Mr. Stinky Feet" Cosgrove. I took a break on Saturday afternoon and played almost a complete round of disc golf at Swope ... met up with some cool guys (Ben and Jerry, not of ice cream fame) and shot fairly well. Then afterwards we returned to the Jiggle Jam just in time to catch the headliner act - They Might Be Giants. It was great listening to TMBG, with Julia on my shoulders. Even with the sun beating down and sweat rolling down my face, I had a great time. It was probably the highlight of the weekend. Monday, we had a graduation/birthday party with family and it was about time we all got together again and celebrated something. My brother, who is 17 years my junior, graduated from high school this year, and I still have one brother who is just getting ready to start high school next year. So that's the quick synopsis and overall I would rate it well, maybe 3.5 stars out of 4 or give it a 8 on a 10-point scale.

If Emily can do it, so can I

I feel the need to post. I just read Emily Gould's first piece for the New York Times Magazine about her life as blogger and her work at Gawker, and it made me yearn for having a more public and exposed life. Here is a link to her blog -- Emily Magazine. She says she blogs so I don't have to, but that is not true. Now I too much blog. So I blog again. Way too long between posts and no one is reading anyways, but someday, it will be read, I promise. I will promote myself. I will put my true self out there for you to read about. But you don't know me, and that is because I have wrapped myself in aluminum foil, and it reflects all the radio waves that were trying to read my thoughts. But today I will remove the foil. This is me and it's not necessarily very pretty. I am chubby -- I almost said fat, but I don't want to admit that. I am slow; if I can keep up a 10 minute mile pace, I'm doing good. Slow witted, might have been what I meant, too. I hate to call myself that, but I am at times a little dim. I would like to think of myself as funny, but no one ever laughs with me, maybe at me but with me seldom. But I have time to change all of this. So today is the start of a new life; why does it seem like I say this at least once a month. Well it is my new life. Nothing extraordinary life changing has happened in the past 24, 48 or even 72 hours for that matter, but if I state it is the first day of the rest of my life, well then by golly it is.