As many of you know, Liz and I have been fostering a beagle-ish dog that Liz named Dewey after the well known Dewey Finn, the temp, of School of Rock fame. Dewey was chucked out of a moving truck into the yard of some people that were standing there when it happened. Not too smart if you ask me. Our neighbor’s daughter works with local animal shelters, rescuing animals and placing them into good homes. That’s how we got Dewey.
Liz had been saying she was wanting a dog for a while and I told her I thought it wasn’t a very good idea for several reasons…money, no space, time constraints and responsibilities, etc. So, we kinda compromised and got Dewey on a temp basis instead.
At first Dewey was pretty scared and very cautious. Luckily we’ve won him over and have even taught him a few tricks. He loves just being around us and is pretty chill. He definitely likes Liz the best. With the exception of actually sitting on her lap, I’d say he was Liz’s lapdog. When she’s working from home he’ll sit at her feet all day and follows her into every room she goes. It’s kind of funny. I think the best part is that he drags these old t-shirts out of his crate, he didn’t have a blanket or towel so we used some old shirts, puts them in a pile, and then lays his head on them like it’s his pillow.
Dewey now has a home. A friend of Liz’s from Indy has signed the paperwork and everything. We’re just going to keep him for another week until he gets back from his holiday travels. Liz asked if I’d be sad to see him go. I really don’t know. We gave him back to our neighbor’s daughter when we were gone last week. I have to admit I didn’t really think of him. I do enjoy dogs and having one around, I just don’t feel like I have the time and energy to really take care of one at this point. We also don’t really have the space in our apartment for him either and we aren’t exactly to the point that we can just let him roam free.
Yeah, I don’t think I want to have kids just yet because that would mess up my sleeping schedule.
My response:
Well, if that’s the case then I don’t think we’ll ever have kids cause I know how much you like your sleep.
The other night I met Rajeev at the theater to see one of the best Westerns, in my opinion, in a very long time. I know that Unforgiven received a lot of glory and even an Oscar, but I think I like this most recent re-make just a tiny bit better. Rajeev hadn’t seen it before and I was definitely up for a second viewing. It was also nice just to do something with a guy for a change. Almost all of my friends have moved away, that’s what happens when you immediately start working at the school you graduated from, and I’ve made new ones but it’s not like we hang out often. Usually I end up hanging out with Liz’s friends or doing the “couple” thing. I think we’re planning to see some more “man” movies in the future. The kinds we want to see but our better-halves don’t want to.
I don’t have much hair on my head. I’ve been balding for the greater part of my life and I shave my head. Liz on the other hand has lots of hair. Not quite as much as she did as a kid, but still way more than I do. One of those things I had to get used to after marriage was finding Liz’s hair everywhere - on the floor, on the bed, on my clothes, on my backpack, on me, etc.
Our vacuum hasn’t been working very well for a while. I figured the bag was getting full. So I went online and found this deal where it was cheaper to buy 50 bags with shipping than it was to buy 15. Today I told Liz if she changed the bag (I didn’t want there to be a cloud of dust followed by me having a coughing fit) I would vacuum the house while she’s out with Lana. Liz changed the bag and I vacuumed. It still wasn’t picking much up.
On a hunch I flipped the thing over and realized the roller wasn’t even spinning. Then I saw some hair wrapped around it. So I turned it off, flipped it back over and started unwinding Liz hair. About 10 minutes later I had a pretty impressive pile…but the roller still wouldn’t turn. I then partially dismantled the thing and found there was so much hair wrapped around the drive shaft that the belt couldn’t stay on to turn the roller. I had to get my knife out and cut the hair off.
After I removed all the hair the vacuum works awesome - just like it used to. I left the pile on the coffee table for Liz to see when she gets home.
I used to write on here all the time. Now, I just seem to be busy. Anyways, as most summers seem to be, this one was been wedding filled too. Last weekend was a trip out to Louisville with Robby and Joezinga to see Bendog and company. His dad rented out one of those fancy boxes at a baseball game so we all got to hang out, eat free food and watch the game. Afterwards we went over to David’s house where I was introduced to Guitar Hero I and II on PS2. All I can say is, “Where have I been?” These games rock. I feel a little addicted even though I played all of 30 min. I’ve been looking around on Ebay here and there to see if I can find it cheap. Not really happening, but who knows, maybe I’ll pick it up some day.
This weekend happened to be Sara and Lando’s wedding. I wasn’t super involved with this wedding, which was kind of nice. It seems like I’m in 3 every summer. In fact, I believe this is the first summer I haven’t been in a wedding since 2001. I tried to help out here and there by running messages, keeping Arya occupied and chatting away with the relatives. Some of them I see every once in a while like Josh and Ashley, Justin and Candice, Lee, Kenny, Grandama Ruth, etc. Others I met for the first time, like Betty and Carrie, and some I only really see at things like weddings. Those would be people like Donna, David, Courtney, Lindsey, Tristan and Rita (who also goes by Ria and Ita silent ‘R’). I made a big mistake by calling Ken, Kenny. He didn’t seem to like that too much, but I know how he feels. Nobody likes being called the wrong name. Currently Arya’s in that stage where she continually says, “What’s that?” or “Who’s that?”. She always comes up to me, pats me twice and then says hi or asks who I am. Eventually I just told her she already knows who I am. It almost sounded like she tried to say my name, but I’m not really sure. Kids at that age make so many sounds it’s hard to know if they’re always forming words or not. All in all it was a good time.
Apparently Liz thinks I’m going to tell some really crazy story about her. Why would I do that? All I wanted to tell was about what happened Friday night.
So here it goes…..I wake up from a nap and Liz asks if I would go outside and get something out of her car. I object because I happened to be sans-pants. She then tried to tell me how it didn’t matter cause it was night-time, I would just be going out to my own driveway, we live across from a baseball diamond, etc., etc. I objected. So, Liz proved me wrong.
When Liz and I picked out our wedding bands, I ended up getting something that wasn’t working out too well. So we took it back and I got something in Titanium. It’s quite sweet and pretty manly if I do say so myself. Here’s a couple pictures for your enjoyment. I had to mess with the settings on the camera to it wasn’t blown out with the flash or way out of focus. Hopefully these look alright.
The first one is a shot of the last thing you’d see before I punched your face. The next three are shots of my ring next to my dusty lamp. Well Bleu, here you go. I got some pictures up for you.
Tonight Liz and I went back to the jewelry store where that lady treated me like a child over the phone. This time we talked to a good employee who was more than happy to let me trade in for something else. I’m getting a titanium ring. They’re supposed to be super durable and really manly.
While we were there, we saw Liz’s parents and Lando walk by. It was most definitely the place to be. We even saw a funny looking security guard. He had a really goofy looking hat on. Luckily we didn’t have to witness any fellow customers get harassed this time.
Yeah, so if you didn’t know already…I’m married now. The wedding went pretty well despite the things that tried to go wrong. A lot of those things we managed to keep from Liz until after the fact. I think things worked out best that way. Things like my tux disappearing, some homeless man wandering into the girls’ dressing room and going through their purses, my lungs not working and me hardly being able to stand, DJ music gone AWOL, etc, etc. It all came together in the end and I think everybody had a wonderful time.
Afterwards we took off on a cruise to Grand Cayman, Roatan Honduras, Belize and Costa Maya Mexico. It was interesting because I could hardly understand anybody in Honduras or Belize. However, when we got to Mexico, it was like old hat. I find it funny sometimes that people don’t realize how differently people speak languages in the same way there are different accents and dialects when people speak english. The cruise was awesome. So awesome in fact, that Liz and I joined the Vacation Club and became VIPs. It’s a semi-exclusive club. Out of 3.5 million that cruise with them, there’s only 16,000 members. Basically we’re prepaying for more cruises at discounted prices and receiving tons of benefits, perks and other discounts on top of that. It’s a good deal if you’ll utilize it.
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