A weekend of driving, gluttony and sadness

We headed up to Dallas this weekend to spend some time with friends. They have a cute little 5 month old who likes to spit up on people at random. It was a good weekend, I got to play a little Oblivion just so I could see what I'm missing and get it out of my system before logging back into WoW.

Upon our return to the CPT, Lauren got a nice nap and then we were off again, this time to the Salt Lick in Driftwood. For those that have never been, it's a family-style BBQ all-you-can-eat fiesta for the senses. We ate enough brisket and sausage that we ended up getting the meat sweats (not recommended) and the itis.

We got back to our house around 7pm, and Amanda's in-laws weren't far behind (they're down to buy a house). Unfortunately, at around 8:30pm they got a call from an uncle letting us know that Amanda's cousin had passed. He had a heart condition from birth, and wasn't expected to make it to 18, but by golly the power of science and medicine got him to his 30th birthday, something that Amanda was very happy about when she went to the party in March. I had only met him once, but I knew he was a good guy and that Amanda cared for him a great deal, so that was good enough in my book.

A very sad event, but in some ways I imagine that he's probably happy it's over up there. No more oxygen tanks, no more defibrillators, no more watching the diet for salt and fluids. If there is a God, and he is a just God, there will be BBQ and beer waiting for him.

On following and leading

I have pet peeves. Everyone does, it's a matter of conflicting brainpans. One in particular is the posture that one takes when following me somewhere in their car. I typically see two camps; the lollygaggers and the tailgaters. Tailgaters I have no problem with; I don't mind bumper cars, and it lets me work on my close-quarter emergency maneuvers.

Lollygaggers, though, should beware. If you don't know where you are going, be prepared to stop at a gas station and ask for directions. These people will lag behind, sometimes going 10mph less than the posted speed limit, and can't be bothered to try to make stoplights when it is VERY FREAKING CLEAR that I am going to make the light, even though I'm travelling at somewhere between the speeds of sleep and sloth to try to keep the caravan together.

So be warned, lollygaggers; just because we have cell phones doesn't mean we have to answer them.

Friday, you stinky rose of contempt

I love you, because you will let me be free at 5pm.
I hate you, because you make me want to jump off a building.
I love you, because you are payday.
I hate you, because you make sensible people make irrational decisions.
I love you, because I can turn everything off and be quiet for a while.
I hate you, because sometimes the idiocy you cause is deafening.

I have no joke here...

I guess this is my first official blog. Yep yep yessiree...feels like...a blog. Guess I should add something witty or poigniant here, but I'm just not in the mood. Sinus infections are the devil.