Hello, to the left we have a nice picture of our front door in December. You can see an stuffed elephant and a stuffed rabbit sitting on the door mat. They are Bunny and Scrunchy, respectively. They are the stuffed animals that Terri and i carried around in our youth. Terri owns Bunny and I have had Scrunchy since i think i was four or five.This picture was part of a photo book i crafted for Terri for Christmas. It shows Bunny and Scrunchy doing the things that Terri and i participated in when we bought the house. It was a tribute to the both of us.
Having kept my stuffed animal over the years may seem like a weird thing to do, especially since i am thirty-seven and am writing about it. I keep Scrunchy to remind my self of being young and of the power of imagination in reference to the adventures Scrunchy and i shared in when we were both a lot younger.
I find that it is important to hold on to these ideals-not to necessarily act upon them-to keep me young inside. I asked my dad once what it felt like to be an adult. His reply is one that i carry with me still and would like to share: 'Adult? I've felt like i was eighteen since i passed that age.' I know he meant that he has had the same curiosity and motivation since that age and believe me it has helped me get through some tough times with my head held high.
O.K. Now on to business:
Twelve stitches: I was washing a glass one fine Sunday evening three weeks ago. The glass cracked and my puma like reflexes couldn't save me from getting a nice gash on my upper right hand index finger. It was Eleven O'clock at night. We were in the emergency room until Three in the morning. I received twelve total stitches and couldn't use my right hand for at least ten days.
I was off from work. Watching movies and becoming a lefty. It totally sucked and i'm out a bit of pay from work. What did i learn? That you never know what may happen, so you should be careful.
Elsie Maureen: Two Fridays ago Terri said that Elsie kicked an moved a bit. It was later confirmed that night by my hand that indeed she is moving around in the womb. I will be talking to Terri's belly soon enough. We have an MRI scheduled, so there will be some pictures up on the Flickrs for you to peruse.
Work: After a full week off, the candle is full steam ahead and I will be working multiple Saturdays as well as late into the night so you can have a candle. I'm not complaining because the money is good and so are the people I work with.
If i can get past the monotony and the simpletons that may come my way at a warehouse, it boils down to a challenging and rewarding time.
Social life?: Other than having a few people over for Memorial Day, it's been pretty quiet. Last Saturday I worked until six p.m. and hoofed it over to The Flywheel to see some bands. I was reminded of the power of music and laughter yet again. The Flywheel is a great venue. The room itself is really nice. All the bands i was able to see were really cool too. My friend Jon cited that when we were getting into punk back in 1988, a lot of the kids at the show weren't even born yet. They carried the torch pretty well though. I just stood back and took it all in.
I would like very much to go to lunch with people again. it happened early this year and we had a great time. I'm usually (until September, of course) free between eleven a.m. and one p.m.
I'm almost done. The dryer is drying my undies and i'm steeping some nice tea for iced tea.
Maybe getting up earlier than usual was a good thing.
I really missed writing.
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