Posted on 2006.08.11 at 23:02
So, let's see...
I got married on July 1st, 2006, to my best friend Leanne. Things are great with us, and with life in general, except we're still waiting for our other house to sell. Having two mortgages sucks, especially since we have been paying them both since December.
Our oldest starts first grade in the fall.
Posted on 2006.05.05 at 12:40
You embody the German principle of Konstantzusammenschaft, which is best described in English (without using the obscure English word "sammenschaft") as "eternal togethermanship".
Random Gentle Love Master (RGLMm)
Well-liked. Well-established. You are The Loverboy. Loverboys thrive in committed, steady relationships--as opposed to, say, Playboys, who want sex without too much attachment.
You've had many relationships and nearly all of them have been successful. You're a nice guy, you know the ropes, and even if you can be a little hasty with decisions, most girls think of you as a total catch. Your hastiness comes off as spontaneity most of the time anyhow, making you especially popular in your circle of friends, too.
Your exact opposite:
The Billy Goat
Deliberate Brutal Sex Dreamer
You know not to make the typical Loverboy mistake of choosing someone who appreciates your good humor and popularity, but who offers nothing in return. You belong with someone outgoing, independent, and creative. Otherwise, you'll get bored. And then instead of surprising her with flowers or a practical joke, you'll surprise her by leaving.
ALWAYS AVOID: The Nymph
CONSIDER: The Window Shopper, The Peach
Posted on 2006.04.14 at 23:32
Current Mood: grateful
Yet another night of work gone past. It really amazes me how much the change in the weather affects my mood, positively. I relate so many things in my life to this time of year, to my past in Memphis and the summers spent with friends in high school. It makes me happy and sad all at the same time; nostalgic.
Really, with the small exception of money being kinda tight right now and plans for the wedding are sort of in a holding pattern, life is pretty good. Once the house sells, things will be wonderful in regards to money and the wedding will hopefully still be forthcoming (meaning the deal goes through before we marry).
I spent the last two weeks plus doing things at the old house, remodelling, cleaning, painting, etc. and will likely be completely finished with it all tomorrow. It has actually has been on the market for almost a week now, but the remaining renovations are minor so it was okay to do.
I have plans in mind to redo the upstairs of my new garage, making it into a hangout suitable for year round- insulated, drywalled, and basically decked out into a bar/loungish type place. That may or may not occur this summer, depending on exactly what we decide to do with the money from the house. I could just blow it on hookers and booze, but I figure "Eh, why not DO something with it" instead of pissing it away. ;-)
The only unfortunate thing to happen recently was on Monday evening. I was playing basketball with some friends and we were on our fifth or sixth round and third hour of it when I ran to stop the ball from going out at the end of the court. I stopped a hair late and stepped midway between concrete and dirt, and something audibly popped in my ankle. I went down and it swelled up immediately- a bad sprain and not a break, thankfully, as I have no insurance at this moment. I spent the rest of the night and most of Tuesday with it elevated and off and on iced. My foot now has several nasty looking bruises on both sides and near the base of my toes, but it is feeling ok and I can walk on it without too much of a limp. I think it will be good to go on Monday, but I probably won't do basketball for another 7 days.
Happy Easter to everyone who reads this, and enjoy it- I have to work all day Sunday. Thankfully it's time and a half.
Posted on 2006.03.12 at 08:51
The Five Love Languages
My primary love language is probablyQuality Time
with a secondary love language beingActs of Service
Complete set of results
|Quality Time: || ||10|
|Acts of Service: || ||8|
|Physical Touch: || ||7|
|Words of Affirmation: || ||3|
|Receiving Gifts: || ||2|
Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.Take the quiz
Posted on 2006.03.05 at 23:34
As I turn today 26, I begin to understand more the ways of the world. Of people. I find them to be as self-focused and sheeply as I too have been in my life... as we all. Realizing a thing does not impart much without action to back it.
I toast to all those whom are not a part of my life, through my fault or theirs, and I toast each and every one who still wish to be embraced within. May many seasons pass with us in one another's grace.
Posted on 2006.02.15 at 09:18
*The Dance Eternal*
the big band plays on
man hand-in-hand with mate, two-stepping in time
where they find love heart-to-heart
and plan on blind certainty their continuation
forgetting that what starts, must end
the big band plays on
regardless of who is on the floor, twirling and prancing about
the musicians heed naught, save the spirals of one lithe muse
Eternity, in her fickle fleetness, waltzes the rhythms of sweet time's travels
in-and-out, winding throughout the multitude of masked masqueraders
cloaked each within shrouded lives
existing only for themselves and one another
and most are lost to the deafening beat of death's great drum
or seduced slyly by Eternity’s slow swaying serendipity
the heady music of life sliding across her curves silkily, caressing each gentle swell
with a lingering and loving touch, as a satin slip does on a sultry summer night
the big band plays on
as a danseuse and danseur’s time grows small, minutes linger into hours
though each second strikes staccato and melts away discordant
they entwine and swirl faster against the tempo
each note largo, and finally Her single voice is raised in a siren’s call
bringing to an end what the dancers had begun
man's eyes are raised from parquet to platform
from mistress to Maestro
and they behold their pattern's purpose
too late to dance another step
leaving their hearts, their love, as their dance's last testament
((This piece of poetry is copyrighted and can only be reprinted with written permission by the author, which is cyrano517.))
Not my best work, but hey, its here for you to enjoy or hate.
Posted on 2005.12.15 at 22:56
Current Mood: nostalgic
Tonight, I feel a little melancholy, and I keep thinking of things past. Not sure why, just it is that way.
I've moved pretty much everything into the new house now. Still have to bring my tools, whatever of the stuff that was packed up in the basement I still want, my desk and the refridgerator over.
I really like the new house and am glad I'm in it, I can see myself staying here for many years, which is good, since the plan is to be here for 10 or so. If anyone wants to drop by, post a reply or e-mail me and I'll give you directions and a time to come over.
It's true what they say... you never understand the value of things until they are gone. Most people associate that with lost loves or whatever, but that's not my meaning. It applies to LIFE. The times as a child, the moments with friends in high school. Unfortunately, our parents were right... but there was no way for us to really realize until we'd passed down the road they had warned us we would travel.
Posted on 2005.12.01 at 10:59
Closing on the new house tomorrow. :-) Then comes moving and then finally fixing everything in this house so it will be sellable.
I'm sick. At the moment it is just stuffy head & nose, but the flu symptoms of nausea and a fever keep popping in and popping out. Woo.
Working today from 3p - 11p, then I'm off until Sunday morning.
Posted on 2005.11.27 at 08:47
Posted on 2005.11.24 at 22:46
Current Mood: discontent
Current Music: the humming whiny noise of my comp with the case side off
Awake at 7, and start the preparations for the Thanksgiving meal. That is, turkey, homemade gravy, cornbread cobbler, candied yams, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, and pumpkin pie. This is my first Thanksgiving making the entire meal, and it turned out pretty well. Everything was done promptly at noon.
Unfortunately, but not unexpectedly, the Lions lost again on Turkey Day.
Also, I had to work from two pm until ten pm, which I spent at Ingham Medical, with a client from CMH. I also work tomorrow, from seven in the morning until eleven at night. From three pm on I will be at Ingham Med again. Wonderful... *sigh*
And of course, I wasn't able to end my day without the obligatory holiday argument. Every and I mean EVERY holiday, there is that little bug that flies around and bites someone in the ass just to create a fight over something, usually small and insignificant. This time it bit me, or Leanne, I'm not sure which. I came home, and the second phrase out of my mouth was a comment about some of the turkey being left out. Leanne then got upset, I assume because she felt as though I was attacking her about not taking care of it, and then the situation just got stupid angry and went nowhere... which is why I'm still awake typing this up. I should be in bed, I need to go to sleep, but I don't want to... I'm too tired to sleep, I guess.
I just want to be in the new house. Good night.