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Monday, July 30, 2007
Corn Hole
At the last minute I decided to camp out at my parent's after all. I had a blast. Tom and I set up camp behind the apple tree for privacy and shade. Amy's tent (that dad gave her) was closer to the fire and Gavyn's near that one. Which Gavyn thought he would sleep in by himself. That last for twenty minutes. I loved the one that dad gave to Amy. That thing is huge. It has three rooms in it and a porch like area. Dad bought it has Ceasars Creek for ten dollars.
Who all came? My grandparents from both sides of the family, uncle Ronnie, uncle Randy (whom did not drink, he drank the night before...), and later Tina and her husband. Dad's neighbor came over munch later just to chat with Dad. Oh and Amy, Chris, and the kids.
The food was great. Tom helped dad with grilling the meat. Grandma Perkins made potato salad and zucchini bread. Amy made baked beans. She also made something very special. She didn't have a name for. Although it probably does. It was something Big Chris said one night she put together. It had cheese, broccoli, and potato. It was delicious. Any time Amy throws something together it comes out great. Anything else....well, we all have our opinions.
The game was corn hole. I never thought I would like the game, but then I never saw it being played. It is fun. Once you get the point system down that is. Mom doesn't like the game for that reason. I didn't play too much the first night. Too many people I guess. Last night I was still there and played it with dad, Randy, Amy, Big Chris, and Gavyn. I got pretty good too, although I didn't feel well from the night before. Gavyn was good too. I am really proud of him. It is hard to make a hole when people are cheering/coaching you on.
The drink for the night was strawberry daiquiri made with mom's rum (whatever that was) and Amy's captain Morgan. I drank glass after glass. I don't know how many I really had but I just couldn't get enough. I was saying to myself. I feel good but I'm not drunk. I wasn't drunk until I fell over the hammock. That was when I decided to call it a night. I had other plans and knew someone was already in the tent waiting on me. Or perhaps he was only sleeping. But he most definitely got woken up....;)
I have never slept in a tent before. It was different but exciting. I didn't really like the location that Tom picked. Not so far off is that creep house Amy lived in. I woke up to a big bug on the tent. I thought it was a spider but the next day I think I brought it in with me. A pinching bug it was. Mom found it walking out of the bathroom. I flicked it off the tent before I went out to pee. Then I forgot all about it and pee where I flicked it too. I couldn't get the tent unzipped when I came out. I had to crawl out. When I came back I couldn't get it zipped back either. I threw my pants in front of the slip. I think maybe that is how I brought the pincher in. (in the morning when I could see, I got the zipper unstuck, not that it matters)
Yesterday we got on the subject of Tom and I and how mom was pissed when she learned of us. That was when something came out. Something I never knew. Jeremy wanted Nathan to tell mom about us. Nathan wouldn't. So even though our friendship was torn apart, he was never a back stabber. I knew Jeremy had told him but I always thought he was in on telling mom too. Mom also said something odd. She told me that even though she was pissed off about Tom and I. She was more pissed off that it was Jeremy who told her. But this is all history. Six years ago.....
It is funny how time changes. How much does it really change? Maw-maw is very ill. I saw her the day before. We chatted about the weather, the kids, and how old she was. She told me she didn't think she would make it to 90. Less than six months away. All I could do was picture her fifteen years younger. I picture everyone I knew fifteen years younger. That brings me back to the age of nine. When everyone still had their innocents. Or at least for the most part. Justin, Meeka and there cousins were all cute and though they were brats, they were fun. Nikki was older than I. Then there were the neighbor boys. Amy showing the the 'No Trespassing' sign. Life was fun. That was only just a part of my life. The other half of it was those Saturdays when we went to grandma's. That goes back before Staunton. In those times my sister and our cousins were close. The family in general was close. In my mom youth they may have been even closer. Time changes everything. Sometime for the better, sometimes not. Sometimes it is like a roller coaster. For myself...it can only be said in a song.
Who all came? My grandparents from both sides of the family, uncle Ronnie, uncle Randy (whom did not drink, he drank the night before...), and later Tina and her husband. Dad's neighbor came over munch later just to chat with Dad. Oh and Amy, Chris, and the kids.
The food was great. Tom helped dad with grilling the meat. Grandma Perkins made potato salad and zucchini bread. Amy made baked beans. She also made something very special. She didn't have a name for. Although it probably does. It was something Big Chris said one night she put together. It had cheese, broccoli, and potato. It was delicious. Any time Amy throws something together it comes out great. Anything else....well, we all have our opinions.
The game was corn hole. I never thought I would like the game, but then I never saw it being played. It is fun. Once you get the point system down that is. Mom doesn't like the game for that reason. I didn't play too much the first night. Too many people I guess. Last night I was still there and played it with dad, Randy, Amy, Big Chris, and Gavyn. I got pretty good too, although I didn't feel well from the night before. Gavyn was good too. I am really proud of him. It is hard to make a hole when people are cheering/coaching you on.
The drink for the night was strawberry daiquiri made with mom's rum (whatever that was) and Amy's captain Morgan. I drank glass after glass. I don't know how many I really had but I just couldn't get enough. I was saying to myself. I feel good but I'm not drunk. I wasn't drunk until I fell over the hammock. That was when I decided to call it a night. I had other plans and knew someone was already in the tent waiting on me. Or perhaps he was only sleeping. But he most definitely got woken up....;)
I have never slept in a tent before. It was different but exciting. I didn't really like the location that Tom picked. Not so far off is that creep house Amy lived in. I woke up to a big bug on the tent. I thought it was a spider but the next day I think I brought it in with me. A pinching bug it was. Mom found it walking out of the bathroom. I flicked it off the tent before I went out to pee. Then I forgot all about it and pee where I flicked it too. I couldn't get the tent unzipped when I came out. I had to crawl out. When I came back I couldn't get it zipped back either. I threw my pants in front of the slip. I think maybe that is how I brought the pincher in. (in the morning when I could see, I got the zipper unstuck, not that it matters)
Yesterday we got on the subject of Tom and I and how mom was pissed when she learned of us. That was when something came out. Something I never knew. Jeremy wanted Nathan to tell mom about us. Nathan wouldn't. So even though our friendship was torn apart, he was never a back stabber. I knew Jeremy had told him but I always thought he was in on telling mom too. Mom also said something odd. She told me that even though she was pissed off about Tom and I. She was more pissed off that it was Jeremy who told her. But this is all history. Six years ago.....
It is funny how time changes. How much does it really change? Maw-maw is very ill. I saw her the day before. We chatted about the weather, the kids, and how old she was. She told me she didn't think she would make it to 90. Less than six months away. All I could do was picture her fifteen years younger. I picture everyone I knew fifteen years younger. That brings me back to the age of nine. When everyone still had their innocents. Or at least for the most part. Justin, Meeka and there cousins were all cute and though they were brats, they were fun. Nikki was older than I. Then there were the neighbor boys. Amy showing the the 'No Trespassing' sign. Life was fun. That was only just a part of my life. The other half of it was those Saturdays when we went to grandma's. That goes back before Staunton. In those times my sister and our cousins were close. The family in general was close. In my mom youth they may have been even closer. Time changes everything. Sometime for the better, sometimes not. Sometimes it is like a roller coaster. For myself...it can only be said in a song.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Bon Appétit
What's been goin' on? Let's see...Tom wrecked his bike the other day. The wheel had come off. But he came out of it alright. Took a few bruises and some scrapes to the face, elbow, knees, and ribs. Next day he had an asthma attack due from the stress and the weather changing. But he's fine now.
Tomorrow my parents are having a cookout. My mom said it was dad's deal. He is the one that is setting it up and inviting friends and family over. They want us to stay the night and camp out with Amy and Chris. I don't know if I wanna do that. I hate the thought of nobody being here at the house. I also worry about my cats. Who's gonna feed them? I have my cats so spoiled, they expect to be fed at night. Two to three time in the night with can cat food. I don't know anyone that feed their cats the way that I do. They're my babies. To illustrate; if someone had a newborn baby they would get up and feed it throughout the night. Usually when ever the baby demands it by crying. My cats get quite demanding about being fed too, like a baby.
Not all of my cats are demanding when it comes to being fed in the middle of the night. Most of them wouldn't care, but there is one in particular that I just can't say no to. Although he has gotten better about it. Voodoo wakes me up and I tell him. "No baby. Not right now. Lay down. Go to sleep." He then lays down beside me and takes a cat nap. It's a cat nap because not long after I get up to go to the bathroom anyway. (Every time I wake up I go.) That is when I feed him a can of cat food with the dry, along with any other cat that comes running. Sometimes they put Voodoo up to waking me in the middle of the night to be fed. Voodoo kneads my stomach to wake me up. This really hurts too. Feels as if someone is punching me over and over. Or he will take his head/face and pushes my arm up. I mean really lifts it up with his head/face. It gets my attention.
This is how it works. At 10:00 pm they get their supper meal with the wet and dry cat food mixed. Most of them show up for this at ten til'. Then sometimes at two o'clock in the morning. That is when the cats that didn't show for supper come in wanting to be fed. The ring leader is Voodoo. He usually shows up for all the meals. Especially the ones he demands. Then I feed them again anywhere from five to six in the morning. Depends on the time change, when I get up for work, and when I go to the bathroom. Of course there is a reason for the madness. Working at Sugar Creek has allot to do with it. We got home late every night. Try two in the morning. That was when we fed them. Then there was a time when Tom got up early for work. Five o'clock in the morning. The cats would get all excited and to make them happy and calm them down, they were fed. And yet another time when Tom came home from work at ten o'clock at night. Tom would have his supper and the cats would want theirs.
My cats also have an endless supply of dry cat food in their food dispenser. Not everyone eats it however. Or a few eat very little of it and the can cat food mixed with the dry cat food (in another bowl) becomes their main meal. They are even picky about what they like concerning that. Everyone has their likes and their dislikes when it come to the flavors. Another thing they are picky about is whom they eat with. Not every one likes to eat with every one. Some sit back and wait, while others wait long after the meal has been given. Such as Urza and Mirri. They eat together always. It is a Husband and Wife relationship after all. They wait until their children have had their fill and then it's their turn. Whenever the bowl is clear of cats. And in the end it all works out well. Until your invited over to camp out at your parents.
Tomorrow my parents are having a cookout. My mom said it was dad's deal. He is the one that is setting it up and inviting friends and family over. They want us to stay the night and camp out with Amy and Chris. I don't know if I wanna do that. I hate the thought of nobody being here at the house. I also worry about my cats. Who's gonna feed them? I have my cats so spoiled, they expect to be fed at night. Two to three time in the night with can cat food. I don't know anyone that feed their cats the way that I do. They're my babies. To illustrate; if someone had a newborn baby they would get up and feed it throughout the night. Usually when ever the baby demands it by crying. My cats get quite demanding about being fed too, like a baby.
Not all of my cats are demanding when it comes to being fed in the middle of the night. Most of them wouldn't care, but there is one in particular that I just can't say no to. Although he has gotten better about it. Voodoo wakes me up and I tell him. "No baby. Not right now. Lay down. Go to sleep." He then lays down beside me and takes a cat nap. It's a cat nap because not long after I get up to go to the bathroom anyway. (Every time I wake up I go.) That is when I feed him a can of cat food with the dry, along with any other cat that comes running. Sometimes they put Voodoo up to waking me in the middle of the night to be fed. Voodoo kneads my stomach to wake me up. This really hurts too. Feels as if someone is punching me over and over. Or he will take his head/face and pushes my arm up. I mean really lifts it up with his head/face. It gets my attention.
This is how it works. At 10:00 pm they get their supper meal with the wet and dry cat food mixed. Most of them show up for this at ten til'. Then sometimes at two o'clock in the morning. That is when the cats that didn't show for supper come in wanting to be fed. The ring leader is Voodoo. He usually shows up for all the meals. Especially the ones he demands. Then I feed them again anywhere from five to six in the morning. Depends on the time change, when I get up for work, and when I go to the bathroom. Of course there is a reason for the madness. Working at Sugar Creek has allot to do with it. We got home late every night. Try two in the morning. That was when we fed them. Then there was a time when Tom got up early for work. Five o'clock in the morning. The cats would get all excited and to make them happy and calm them down, they were fed. And yet another time when Tom came home from work at ten o'clock at night. Tom would have his supper and the cats would want theirs.
My cats also have an endless supply of dry cat food in their food dispenser. Not everyone eats it however. Or a few eat very little of it and the can cat food mixed with the dry cat food (in another bowl) becomes their main meal. They are even picky about what they like concerning that. Everyone has their likes and their dislikes when it come to the flavors. Another thing they are picky about is whom they eat with. Not every one likes to eat with every one. Some sit back and wait, while others wait long after the meal has been given. Such as Urza and Mirri. They eat together always. It is a Husband and Wife relationship after all. They wait until their children have had their fill and then it's their turn. Whenever the bowl is clear of cats. And in the end it all works out well. Until your invited over to camp out at your parents.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
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