The newest favorite
Mood:  celebratory
Now Playing: R. Kelly - Showdown (which is ridiculously long and silly)
Topic: One Ramblin' Ranter!
Hey all!

I have been absent since I added the photos and the event calender. Sorry about that.

I paid rent today, so I am broke. Really broke, but that's ok. I am not here to complain today, in fact all I want to do is rave. I want to rave about my newest most favoritest snack in the whole world! Kettle Chips

Where did I first find them? Glenn and Maryann had some Krinkle Cut Salt and Fresh Ground Pepper chips out for snacks and I could not stop munching on them. Some of you may know that I have never been a huge fan of chips. The only time I have had them in my house has been for the Superbowl or left overs from some other party. I hardly ever have chips at Subway. These chips are different. I am not sure what it is but I love them. There is a lot of info on the back about how they make the chips and what not but I have never read it. All I know and care about is that I like them. Very recently, dad, Maryjo and I ripped into another bag of their chips with an interesting flavor called Cheddar Beer. I am now addicted, I have actually bought chips three different occasion since I have tasted the first chip at M&G's. Which means three time in a week. They have several tasty flavors and as soon as I can stop myself from buying the cheddar beer variety I plan on trying a few. They have flavor combos that intrigue me: Spicy Thai, New York Cheddar With Herbs, and Roasted Red Pepper with Goat Cheese. If you need a snack you should get these chips. I do recommend caution however the urge to devour the entire bag hits pretty hard. I have opened up my most recent bag and divied it up for lunches. This has been working as a stopper so far and it has made my lunches a whole lot more enjoyable.

Hold on one second..... What was that, Stewey?

Stewey would like for me to tell you about what it is that he loves more then anything. He says it's broccoli....

Stewey, I am not writing that last comment!

OW!! Alright, I will tell them what you said, just put the pen down.

Stewey said:

"Tell them I know who read the word broccoli and thought 'Ewwww!!!' Tell them I know and I am coming! YOU TELL THEM I'M COMING! AND THE REAPERS COMING WITH ME, YOU HEAR?! THE REAPER'S COMING WITH ME!!!"

I typed it Stew! Relax!

"Tell them!"

Ok, I will. Stewey says he is coming.

"AND???"

And he's bringing the reaper with him. Are you happy now?

"Yeah that'll work!"



Stewey is coming....

Sleepless in Sea... err... Portland
Mood:  loud
Topic: Mike gets kinda political
Have you ever had one of those nights where no matter what you do you can't fall asleep? I had one of those last night. I think everybody has nights like this. The mind is so busy running wild, sometimes, that it boils over, and no matter what you need to do the next day, sleep becomes harder to catch. I had a lot of ideas buzzing around in my head, ideas for future blog entries, ideas for stories, ideas about the world, ideas about life. They were all buzzing around in my head and I wrote some down in my bedside journal, but the more I wrote the more ideas I had. Most of them were silly things and a lot of them were just bits and pieces of an imagined whole. I tried to roll over, I tried staring at a certain spot in the wall, I counted sheep. In the end I got back up and started typing. 2 hours later I had a rough draft and I was finally tired enough to suppress the roiling cauldron of ideas. It was 1:30 AM and I had to be at work at 5:30 AM.

So what did I write feverishly about for 2 hours? Jury duty.

Yes, jury duty. What about jury duty could have caused me to lose so much sleep?

I am glad you asked.

It was a throw away moment and a throw away statement that lodged itself in my brain Monday night. I was sitting at the orientation meeting for my new job and had been faithfully doodling for almost 2 hours. We were discussing work expectations. More specifically we were talking about not being late and not calling in sick. In this general topic is a section about getting approved time off. From vacation, to religion the area is well hit and questions abounded. Some question was rambling out of a co-workers mouth that sounded to me something like this: "What if on the third Tuesday of the second month of the Mars land rover expedition my daughter gets sick and I have to rush her to the hospital and I am supposed to be at work and while I am on my way there a werewolf jumps out and rips off my arm and beats me silly with it and I never make it to work and end up in the hospital next to my daughter with severe blood loss, would that be an attendance occurrence?" I am thinking, "It sounds like this has happened to you before." The next topic is jury duty. He asks who has had jury duty before, and out of a group of 55, 5 of us raise our hands. I am completely amazed. In college I was asked 7 times, in Phoenix I was asked 1 time and in Roseburg I was asked and I served on a jury one time. That makes 9 times I have been asked. I have been old enough to be on a jury for 10 years and I have had my name drawn 9 times. That sounded like Ferris Bueler, "9 TIMES". Anyways we discuss the fact that usually you know a month in advance about your appearance date, unless you live in Roseburg where you are told you need to call in every day of your special month to find out if you will be called for Jury Duty. So for 15 business days I called and on the 16th day I went to jury duty. I loved it, I had enjoyed serving and I look forward to the day I can do so again. I thought it was incredibly interesting and kind of fun to watch from that side of the courtroom, the deciding side. I was part of 12 people that made a decision in a civil case. It was a great experience.

Except, when I had went for jury duty I had a company that paid me for the day when I signed over my juror pay. Which irked me , I mean it was only ten dollars why not pay me and let me keep the juror pay. My new company does not pay you while you are at a juror. You make ten dollars for that day and you miss a day of real pay. If you have more then one day this could be financially devastating. So he told us to schedule the day off and when they interview the jurors claim financial hardship and the judge most likely will let you go home. Everybody was immediately placated. Well, everybody but me, I was crestfallen. The realization that for a lot of people it just isn't something they can afford to do, including me at this point in my life, seemed devastating and shocking.

At this point, we moved on to dress code and the guy finally livened up, and with that momentary entertainment, the shocker of a moment ago slid back into my subconscious. I went home made dinner, fed Stewey, fed George and fed myself. I wrote a clever update, I ended the poll, I watched some TV and I answered some emails. Then I went to bed, where I tossed and turned for two hours trying to resist the urge to get up and write all these ideas that had started attacking my brain. I had to sleep, the next day was an early start and I had lots to do. My eyes would not close, my eyelids were not heavy, every sound was an irritant. I wrote a quick future blog where I worked in a slightly changed quote from 'Tombstone' and had Stewey recite it. It was genius. I laid back down and within minutes I was scribbling ideas about why he said the quote. Then I started scribbling ideas about how he was contributing to my blog topic when he uttered the line. "It's all down, it's already to go", I thought. So I got up and headed to the computer and started typing. What came out was a horrible mess of an idea about the importance of jury duty, it had nothing to do with Stewey and his overbearing gangster side, or his clever reworked 'Tombstone' line.

Finally, I bring you the idea that generated this entry.

Jury duty is a vital part of being a United States citizen. It is one of the easiest ways to participate in the world around you. You actually see your opinion matter. You are an important piece to the justice puzzle. You actually see some of the things that the crazy American colonists decided was worth fighting for. A trial of your peers. The very community you live in decides what your lot will be.

Then how come it is seen as such a curse? How come an entire segment of the population is left out? Is this related to low voter turnout? Is it just to hard to believe that poking buttons in a booth will decide the next senator, governor or president? I think it is. I think, that if all you get to do is vote, it's hard to believe that anybody cares about what you have to say. I think that the electoral college and the legal wording on the ballots and the propositions make the process seem foreign and not worth the time. Especially, if you always pick the loser.

Jury duty, allows you to realize that you're part of something bigger then you can see. At least it did for me. There has been only one other thing that has made me feel so connected. That was actually emailing the senators and receiving responses back. Sure, a few were canned 'rah rah vote for me' wastes of email disk space, but some came from the senators themselves. They stopped what they were doing, read what you had to say and then responded. Sometimes they don't agree with you and sometimes they do but you still have to respect that they responded. You kind of have to respect that they told you the truth when they have to get reelected by voters and their opinion was the opposite of yours. Sometimes they offer advice, sometimes they explain their stance, sometimes they just say thanks for bringing your view to my attention. Whatever it is, it is great to see the response in your email box. It makes you feel like you are a part of something. Maybe I am crazy and maybe I am the only one who wants to take part in something this big. If that's the case why are you still reading this entry?

Jury duty is another way to connect with your government. It is something that shows you respect, because as a juror you have a very important job. I think it is essential that economics is eliminated from people's decision to serve as a juror. Why can a company elect to not pay a person for jury duty? Why is the juror pay so pathetically low? How do we make it more realistic? What is the solution to make it more inclusive?

I don't have the answer. Every answer I come up with gets beaten out by several reasons that the answer is not perfect. I will put them out there anyway.

1. We raise juror pay to a higher rate, a livable daily rate.
* Well that would get extremely costly. Where would we get the money for that when plenty of programs are already being tossed out the window?
2. We demand employers pay for an employee to go to jury duty.
* This one seemed plausible at first. I always believe that companies whine about employee costs more then they should. If it was so bad too pay people to work we wouldn't have to work and everybody would be farmers, artists and writers. I mean more then likely it would end up being tax deductible if we made it mandatory anyways, where is their excuse then? The big corporations already don't pay people what they are worth. What is a day of pay here and there? It's for a civic duty. Then I realized that this would apply to the small businesses too. If they could figure out how to pay for an employee to go to jury duty, would they be able to afford losing that person? And how many more corporate tax cuts can the regular American people stand? I don't think I can stand too many more. You make billions and since that means you pay more taxes here is a tax break! What do you mean their percentage is lower? They pay more then you do! GRRRR!!
3. A compromise. The government and the company both pay for a portion of the worker's salary.
* There still is not enough tax money, regardless of whether you believe the national debt exists or doesn't exist. The companies will still find a way to complain even with a tax cut. And how much would each side pay? If it were a percentage how much would that mean. Say a CEO went to the jury duty. How much is half of a days pay of a multimillion dollar salary? Where is the cutoff? Who qualifies for this, who doesn't? What about the self employed? How screwed are they?

So where is the solution? How do we get more voices actively taking part? Is it that plenty of people would rather less voices took part. I don't know, but that type of thing is what keeps me up at night.

For ways to email your congressman, check my Links page.

The rabbit has a name!
Mood:  a-ok
Topic: One Ramblin' Ranter!
Well by a 71% approval rating 'fluffy' has become Stewey or Stew!

Thanks for the votes and all the suggestions. I actually think we should be calling him Capone or Babyface because he is a total gangster. In fact he had me drive him over to this other bunny's house and we hung that rabbit out the window, threatening to drop him until he paid his dues. We are about to put a horsehead into another bunny's bed tonight and we may swing by and teach another rabbit a lesson, whatever that means. We stopped for some alfalfa at this bunny bar last night, and he stabbed some rabbit in the neck with a pen after the rabbit yelled at me because I asked him if it was his pen. It went like this:
Me: "Excuse me mr. rabbit?"

Little Brown Rabbit: "What? What could a "human" want with me???"

Me: "Uh, sorry sir...."

Little brown, but extremely rude, rabbit: "Spit it out! I ain't got all day to deal with youse guy! I got carrots to eat and lady rabbits to hump!"

Me: "I found this pen..."

Little evil brown rabbit: "what's that got to do wit me??"

Me: "I...I...I thought it might be yours..... "

Evil awful jerk of a rabbit: "Does it look like I have opposable thumbs?? What are you some kinda dummy?"

Me: "Sorry sir..."

Mean, about to make me cry like a girl, rabbit: "Do you think I am an idiot? If I needed a pen I would have one! I don't need your CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED pen!! You trying to make me look like some kinda jerk???"

Stewey, the rabbit formerly known as fluffy: "What did you say??? What did you say??? You will apoologize you little rat!"

Brown, frothing at the mouth rabbit: "I ain't apologizing to no biped! You ca....Aaaackk aaaackk!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!"

This was when Stewey pounced and shoved the pen into the rabbits neck repeatedly. We loaded him up in my car and buried him south of Portland.

I feel dirty....

So yeah he needed a tougher name but he says he can make Stewey work. He says he won't have to kill you or me for that matter. Then he added "Yet!" and started cackling. Yeah, it scared me too.

The Rabbit!
Mood:  accident prone
Topic: One Ramblin' Ranter!
The rabbit and I have entered day 3 of our existence together. I feel I owe it to everybody out there to let them know how abusive rabbits can be. This rabbit calls me names, demands food, drinks all my beer, insults my guests, changes the channel to QVC when I am not looking and then eats and poos while I am talking to him. Earlier today he flipped over my kitchen table and threatened my fish George Jefferson with a knife! It is getting very dangerous in here!

He told me it's because I haven't named him and if he doesn't have a name by Monday night he is going to open a can of whopp booty on me! Look, I am scared of facing this deranged critter in the art of fisticuffs. Please do your part and vote for a name! For all that is decent help me name him!

There he goes again drinking more beer! PLease just vote!

Rabbits, Luggage and Italy
Mood:  bright
Now Playing: Johnny Cash - Delia's Gone
So some of you may know that my dad and Maryjo are heading to Italy. Last night they whisked in about 9:30 at night bearing 'Fluffy', their rabbit. I agreed to rabbit sit a while ago, but if I had known they would name the rabbit 'Fluffy' I would have refused. Fluffy implies a small, furry, demure rabbit. This rabbit is a decent sized rabbit and it surely is furry. What this rabbit isn't is demure. This rabbit is totally crazy! You are sitting there reading this thinking 'rabbit + crazy does not equal anything. That is when I ask you how many rabbits you have known? Exactly! I have known many rabbits since I moved to Oregon, you might even say that I have known a plethora of rabbits since I moved to Oregon. So is this rabbit any crazier then all those other rabbits? Well yes and no. This rabbit is much more friendly then the other rabbits, well except for Bunbun. He has already shown an amazing ability to escape his gated home. I had to chase him all over the apartment. Which I guess isn't all that unusual, I chased my fair share of rabbits while Maryjo practiced her hand at rabbit ranching. I felt like Elmer Fudd several times as I chased them with the salmon net, exclaiming "Wascally Wabbit!" You hang out with a rabbit for more then 2 minutes and tell me you don't reference Looney Tunes, it won't happen. So now you want to know what else besides the Jail break, right? Ok well this rabbit poops enough to put a horse to shame! Just imagine if the size was the same! I would have been mired in rabbit poo! The good thing about rabbit poo is it is dry and easy to sweep up and toss. Rabbit pee though, wooo boy! 1 day and I already have had to clean with lysol to rid the world of stench. Of course that isn't all that odd for a rabbit.... so maybe he isn't the craziest rabbit I ever knew. That just means rabbits are crazy animals. SO back to the name..... FLUFFY?????? I mean he is a boy!!! He has been dressing up in dresses and applying make up because his name has him gender confused! Poor guy! I have decided to rename him. I do this as a favor to him, he asked me to give him a cooler name. I swear! He asked me to!!!! I will name him before I wrap up this entry, I promise. Maybe...







"Hey give me a cooler name, I hate dressing in drag!" Direct quote from 'Fluffy'!














So his pet people, dad and Maryjo, ran off to Italy. Well kind of. They headed to Philadelphia to pick up Maryjo's mom and I guess get a Philly cheese sandwich before they board the plane tonight (Saturday)at 6PM. So they had two bags to check and of course the bags took off on their own to Chicago. Which is the second time this has happened to them. The first time was when their luggage was rerouted on their way back from their Christmas visit to Phoenix. Twice in 3 months! Their luggage will arrive in Philly at 10:30 AM today, hopefully. So maybe with a little luck they, and their luggage, will arrive in Italy at the same time.

I told them to make sure and try Italy's world famous Mu Shu Pork! Wait.... not Mu Shu Pork! What ever made me type Mu Shu Pork?? That is so French! I must be losing my mind! I told them to make sure and say yes to wine at all times. If they do it right the only record of the trip will be there pictures. hehe

The rabbit's name... I am not sure what to call him maybe I can get you to help me.... Here be the choices, matey! (<-Pirate phrasing pactice!)

A> Dennis
B> Smokey
C> Shadow
D> Sir Poops A Lot
E> Roger

Just click below to vote!



"I need a name.... PUHLEEEZE!"

Job hunt starteth again
Mood:  on fire
Now Playing: Johnny Cash - The Man Comes Around
So I have recieved several calls recently from family members and friends. Which is nice. Kind of. So what do I mean by 'kind of'? Well the only topic has been my job situation. I am glad you are all concerned. Thank you for wanting to be included in my self induced and stupid monetary crisis. It will work out, have faith. I have always been able to see reality in situations. The reality of my situation is that I have an ever increasing bill pile and a rapidly decreasing bank account. I have to get a job, and this job has to start immediately. I know this and I know you know this. So let's get down to the brass tacks.

What have I done since we last talked? Well not much. OK, that is not exactly true, I have sent out numerous resumes for positions. I have recieved some responses and I have had an interview already and I have two more interviews in the near future. Are they the jobs of my dreams? No. No they are not the job of my dreams, but how can I be picky? I have bills to pay and an insurance career to start and no money to fund either!

The good news is I already was offered a job. The first interview of the week is also the first job offer. So what type of a job is it. Guess. Of course it's a call center, who else hires that quickly? It pays more than the last, benefits are offered earlier and it has decent hours. The best thing I can say is my first day is Monday. Yeah that's right I have a crappy job starting on Monday. Don't forget that what I need more then anything is to win the lottery. Since that hasn't happened I will settle for a job.

As soon as I get my license study hours finished I will take the insurance tests and start with AFLAC. Hopefully, life will get better, or at least the bank account will become less bleak. So I am trying to see the big picture and to ignore the small picture.

I started this all off by complaining about phone calls from family and friends. I love talking to you all, but give me some new questions. Talk to me about this stupid blog, ask about the wedding pictures, when I will write the next poem, if I spent time enjoying Oregon's beauty today. You know I will tell you about the job situation, it is foremost on my mind. It is an unescapable reality, it is a topic I will discuss freely. I juyst hate that it tends to be the only topic.

I am not my job. I am much more then that. I bring more to life then a worker bee and so do you. Jobs should be secondary, life should come first. Respect yourself and your worth, enjoy where you are and who you are. I am trying to.

A Pirate's Life for Me
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Tenacios D
Topic: One Ramblin' Ranter!
So I have developed a new taste for rum. Not that I had lost the taste for rum... I have always considered rum a good drink. Except I have been enjoying rum as part of a hot buttered rum....

So as I have been hitting the drink tonight, I have begun reflecting on pirates. Logically.

Do you realize how easy it was to become a pirate in the past? I mean all you had to be was in the right port of call. Sometimes you just had to be on the right ship when your rum ration ran low you just rioted with all the others and you went in search of loot. I have read several books on pirate life and I think they are all a conspiracy to discredit the joys of pirate life. I mean treasure hording, cannons blazing, swashbuckling, rum guzzling fun. I am convinced people like Errol Flynn and Johnny Depp portray the acurate slice of the life. It had to be all fun and irreverant. The book publishers, the historians and the government are in a conspiracy to paint a bleak picture of the non stop party known as pirate life. I mean sure every once in a while you pillage and torture but hey they shoulda just handed over the loot.

I love rum.

How come it is so hard to become a pirate these days? I mean now you have to be asian I think. I mean that is where a lot of piracy still occurs. I read a book, well actually I read the first 20 pages of a book about some guy who wrote about modern pirates. He was looted and not killed but I think that was because he had cigarettes to give away. Kind of like prison cigarettes are gold. Well I am not sure but either way he was boarded by some asian pirates, he handed over cigarettes and showed off family photos and they left him alive. The worst thing was he didn't get a chance to become a pirate. Those asians are not anything like bluebeard. SO anyway the guy doesn't get to become a pirate, loses his cigarettes and decides to write a book. A book that gets published that people only read the first twenty pages of. Exactly talk about the definition of drawing the short stick.

I mean they used to have pirate hangouts, including New York. It was easy to get into the life. Instead I am in Oregon, not being a pirate and not being a gold miner!

I was totally robbed!

Speaking of gold miners... what happened to that type of life where are the claims to sell? Where is the shady tavern owner that takes my gold for a bottle of rum and a card game or two. For that matter where is my gold? Where is my pistoleering lifestyle. Dude I was robbed!

Robbed!

Wait my glass is empty..... Hold on...

Clogs
Mood:  spacey
Topic: One Ramblin' Ranter!
Slow draining tubs...

Whose idea was it to have such small pipes? Why do drains clog? I mean how old is this technology anyway? How come the groundbreaking solution hasn't arrived. Where are the waterless hygiene booths, the anti smelly injections. For that matter where is my flying car???

But seriously, I have been trying to clean out my drain without buying drain-o. Is that why noone has made a new improved drainage system? The liquid drain cleaners have that large of a hold on the world?

How did that much hair get lodged there? I mean isn't the idea of a drain to clear stuff out yet hair clogs it up?! How stupid!

Another thing how come I am so damn hairy? I am balding but yet I am like a shaggy dog everywhere else!

Stupid hair clogged drain! Stupid hairy back!

The After Party (Wedding pt II)
Mood:  party time!
So we had our pictures taken and our souls stolen by the various cameras and we headed to the clubhouse to fill the gaping holes our now missing souls left with some vegan fajitas. I would have to say that even without the meat the food was good, the eating was satisfying and the souls were forgotten.

So, what exactly is in a vegan fajita, you might ask. Well expect an answer! A vegan fajita is grilled vegetables, non lardy black beans and tortillas. Sounds like a good side you might say.... well you would be correct. It also is a good meal. Grilled green and red peppers, onions and portabello mushrooms pack the tortillas with grilled goodness. I would say yes to another helping of those. Along with that was various sodas and water. The clubhouse didn't go for alcohol in their spot, so we (which means yours truly) just called it green citrus punch and dark tea. The beverages I refer to are Margaritas and micheladas made from negro modelos, limes and a salted rim. The shindig was cranking and everybody was partying. Well maybe sitting, relaxing and chatting. Later in the evening the official paperwork was signed and sealed away in a trusty envelope and it was sent to the man (also known as Arizona state government) to make it all official.

Speaking of the man and the officialness of things. Isn't it funny that you have to pay to get married and you owe taxes for dying. That government sure is crafty.

Back at the party, as you can probably guess, the water was the odd man out I helped carry in as much water as I carried out at the end. Actually to tell you the truth I think we all under performed as far as the revelry goes. Their was still a gallon of untouched margaritas and half a crock of micheladas when everybody ran off. Shame on us!

Well it was a gala event and I enjoyed it. Even with the rain and the leftover drinks.

Congratulations Glenn and Maryann Sollers.

The Trip, the Visit, and the Wedding
Mood:  lazy
I know you have all been waiting with baited breath for my update. I will try not to disappoint.

George is fine, he is still alive. He lasted nearly an entire week by himself. Woohoo!

Wednesday I had a flight out of Portland at 6 AM. It was an empty and easy flight. I arrived in phoenix at 9:45 and was picked up by mom, Jessica and Jason. We hung out all day and had a blast. We saw 'Hoodwinked', we had lunch with John, we did a baby hike to the wedding spot, we visited Maryann, Jennifer and Glenn, and then we ended the day with dinner at La Casa Serrano's with John, Arlinda and Katie (Katie was sick so she had missed out on the days events). La Casa managed to offer the worst service and worst dining experience I have had in a long time, I mean I decided not to order a second beer! I was ready to party and everyone around me was heading to bed. I soon discovered that I was exhausted because next thing I knew it was morning.

Thursday began with a cup of freshly squeezed grapefruit juice. Soon, mom and I were off shopping for vegetables for the wedding's veggie tray. We picked John up and had lunch at Chili's. We headed back home and I decided against the movie option because nothing seemed worth seeing. So we headed to Rula Bula for Irish bread and a pint. We explored the new art in Tempe, enjoyed the Guinness and then headed back to mom's house. That was where I absconded with the minivan and headed to Doug and Amber's house for dinner and an evening of conversation.

Friday arrived and I started painting the fence for my mom. Time flew by and soon John and I were having Ruebens and a glass of Guinness for a St. Patrick's Day celebration. Then I was back to painting. I finished, got cleaned up and we headed to Bob and Nancy's for a wonderful dinner. Vida, Bobio and Mary Jane were also there. It was great food and a good time. I headed to Kevin's after while mom and Becky past out watching the Daily Show. Kevin and I drank several varieties of beer including hoegaarden, stella, Guiness, harp, and a double bock. We also had Irish car bombs and ended up talking until 5 AM.

At 8 AM I was heading back to mom's house. Where I showered and visited with mom, Maryann and Becky. Then I snuck in a nap until it was dim sum time. Pete, dad, Bob R and I headed to dim sum and consumed mass quantities of food. Dad, Pete and I hung out until I started to fade. So I was dropped off at mom's house and I took a nap until it was time to head to Macayo's to meet Glenn's family and eat lots of chips and salsa. By this time Katie was feeling better and Jason was hit by the cold. We had a nice dinner which spilled over to mom's house where we drank, munched on girl scout cookies and clover shaped sopa pillas made by Jennifer. I headed to bed after everyone left and fell asleep quickly.

Sunday arrived and with it the rain came. It was the second day in 150 days to have rain. I was up early and soon found myself at Coco's having eggs benedict while mom had fruit. Then we headed back to mom's house where we loaded the truck and the van with things for the wedding. Tables, chairs, flowers, vegetables, margaritas, me (the rev), and mom and Becky. We headed over to M&G's clubhouse in the suddenly pouring rain where we quickly unloaded everything and set it up inside. That was all done rather quickly and soon I was just standing around while people tried to figure out whether or not we were headed to the mountain for the ceremony. The plan became to go to the mountain and to make a decision there. With everybody milling about in front of the path the decision to brave the now amazingly light drizzle was made and we headed to the marriage spot. Where I performed the ceremony, read the poem and their homemade vows and then presented the married couple to the crowd. Who then ripped them apart limb from limb..... or maybe the crowd just took pictures.

That is it for now, I will get back to this later. My niece Jessica thinks sometimes I write too much so I figure I will have a part two to avoid the over writing and boringness factor that may result.