Long time no post, but hey--I have been busy. Lets see....... Work, then no work, then work.......
Actually, I worked Thursday for 12 hours, then went home and had a lovely evening alone. Ethan worked overtime 3pm-6am, so I had the house to myself. Well, and the cats, but they only count so much. I let them into the bedroom with me late in the evening (usually they can only come in for short, supervised visits, and they have to stay on the bed or they get kicked out. They have a propensity for finding hidden crap in the room and exploring it. They love to browse the closet and the bathroom and the cords behind the computer), so I let them in and blocked the door open slightly with a shoe, so they could come in and out as they pleased. Shadow came right in and curled up on the end of the bed and took a nap, but Boo decided to fine EVERY SINGLE THING in the room that could make the slightest noise, and step on it or drag it around or try to eat it. So, I had to throw them both out.
I have been getting up a little early each day before work to watch the Tour de France on OLN. Very cool. I watched the whole thing last year and really enjoyed it, and have enjoyed it again this year. I am also currently reading "It's not about the Bike", the Lance Armstrong autobiography. Well, one of them. This one ends in 2000, but he has another shorter one about his life since then and more Tour de France wins. Today was the last day, the final race into Paris, and I have it recording at home. Should be fun to watch tomorrow on my day off.
Tonight, we are going to the Storm season ticket holder party. We are excited that they are having it at the Pacific Science Center. The Sonics had theirs there a few years ago, and it was nice. Lots of space so that there isn't a mad jumble of people swarming around the players. We bought a Storm basketball yesterday to get autographed by the players, and also a youth size small Lauren Jackson jersey. It was ridiculously spendy, but if we can get her to sign it (pretty likely that we can), it will look AWESOME framed on the wall. We have an autographed Ray Allen jersey and an autographed Danny Fortson one, but this will be so nice. We also have a mini jersey that I keep threatening to put on Shadow (it is just his size) that is autographed by....I can't remember. Number 1, from years ago, ---oh, Gus Williams. When they retired his number, they had a promotion going on, and we got one. It is so cute! Anyway, we are hoping. Last year, I brought pictures that I had taken of the players to get autographed. That was really nice. Personal. 'I' took the pictures, I didn't buy them or anything. Cool.
So, lets see. Yesterday, we went to the Storm game at 1pm, and the Bite of Seattle was going on, so we got there early and stayed after the game to get a bite and have a drink in the Beer Garden. Justin was finishing up his shift at the Space Needle, so we stopped by to see him and went home with him and barbecued. We brought some boar ribs and boar burger meat, and we grilled that up with some chicken shishkebobs, which were great. Got home late last night and headed to work today.
This blog has become a glorified date book. Whatever. It is mildly interesting to ME, and it keeps a history and everything, so I can look back and see how retarded I am.
Oh. I am not going to my 10 year high school reunion. For several reasons. I have to work that weekend (I work EVERY weekend, so is is always tough to get one off/switch with someone), and I looked up plane tickets to Redmond, and they are twice what I used to pay. So it would be like $400-500 to go, including hotel and car rental, and I need to get time off, etc. I just can't swing it right now. I want to go, I REALLY want to know what people have done with their lives, and I would love for people to see what I have done with MY life, but whatever. That's the way the cookie crumbles. I totally feel that I am a completely different person now than I was in high school. I was a really late bloomer, in terms of figuring out who I am and what I am about. I am still discovering things about myself. In high school, I was just too shy and too scared of people to even think about who I was, but now I have a pretty good grasp. And I want those people to know that. But, whatever. Life goes on. Maybe I will get email addresses or something and learn what happened to everyone that way...