This totally sounds like something my friend Jessica would do…
A co-worker sent me this article and I can’t help but wonder if this girl had been partying too much the night before. If there was a bat in my underwear, I’d definitely know it.
She said: “Once I realised it was a bat I was shocked, but then I felt quite sorry for it really.
“It looked very snug in there and I thought how mean I was for disturbing it.”
My voice is gone from yelling at Pete’s Piano Bar, but I didn’t think I yelled that much. I went to Pete’s for the first time in Austin, TX. I didn’t like it. Lots of crude sex jokes were mixed in with the music and while I can enjoy the occasional potty humor, I like my comedy genuinely clever and funny, using sex is the least intelligent comedic route.
When I was dating Cat we went to Pete’s in Ft. Worth for New Year’s. The cover charge was 50 bucks per person. She paid. I tried to have a good time, but Pete’s is all about singing along with the music and I don’t know a lot of Billy Joel or John Keuger Mellankamp. Growing up we were only allowed to listen to Christian music and so many of the songs sung are lost on me.
I am not sure why Cat would want to go to Pete’s because she was always pretty shy and places like Pete’s are all about showing out, singing loud and getting wild. I’m not a party pooper, on the contrary, I’m normally the one that is ready to set the party off, but I just can’t get excited about some guys playing piano for tips and singing bits and pieces of songs. Some of it is really good, other parts are just okay, but for the most part I would prefer just hanging in the backyard with my closest friends and listening to music and talking. To me that is more fun than Pete’s.
I went to Pete’s for a birthday celebration. There were 26 people in our party and my sisters were two of them. I really only went for them, but I really felt out of place. I especially don’t like crude sexual humor when my sisters are in the room, it’s extra awkward, like having my mom in the room.
I think part of my dislike of Pete’s also comes from the fact that with two people on deuling piano’s I can’t be the center of attention. I hate to admit it, but it’s true.
All in all, I had a great 4th. How bout you?
Last weekend I was in Denton for some Ultimate at 9 a.m. I had lunch with Cody and Dumas at Fuzzy Taco’s in Denton and then I went with my parents and about 20 relatives to Celebrate Freedom. It was literally hotter than a firecracker, I know because once I was burned by a sparkler and it was hotter than that on Saturday. I looked like an overcooked roasted marshmallow when we left.
Saturday night I got home and went to the movies with my roommate Andrew, his boss, and his friend Todd. We watched The Incredible Hulk and worked up quite an appetite – for Destruction! His boss had a BMW 7 series and we loaded up in it and went to the Cheesecake Factory for a late dinner and then came home and got in bed around 12:30.
Sunday I had to take the GRE and so I got up around 8 and started studying. I studied and studied but for what? I just kept running out of time! Ugh. After that test I decided to go home and make a big dinner for Andrew and I. I was just in the mood for some beer-brined pork chops, mashed potatoes, fried okra and broccoli. I topped it off with some sweet peach iced tea. It was a big finale dinner before starting my 60 days of calorie watching.
Monday night was shopping for garage organization stuff. I made the mistake of going to Lowe’s and killing some valuable time. They do not have Rubbermaid shelving and so my coupon was pretty useless.
Tuesday was Hancock with Tanaya, a work friend. She and I had a blast and laughed our butts off throughout the movie. A surprisingly large amount of cussing, but still quite enjoyable with a surprise ending. Very smartly written movie.
Wednesday night was Ultimate Frisbee league and I so wish that my team would stop thinking they are better than they actually are. We also have too many coaches and not enough players. I constantly see 3 people getting the disk most of the time and it just gets old. It doesn’t help that most of the team has played together before, but in the end Frisbee is like Pizza, even when it’s bad it’s still pretty good.
Today I got up early and studied for my final exam tonight. Then it was time to mow the lawn, weed eat, re-paint the garage, clean the brushes, take a shower, and now I am about to do some more studying. After my test tonight I’ll be heading to Denton to Cribby’s house where Cody and Amy are staying. I’ll veg out there and get ready for the 4th.
So yeah, if you are busier than that… please let me know so I can tell you all of the stuff I left out. 🙂
Happy 4th Everyone! Be Safe!
Dear Dad,
Do you remember how you used to let me sit on your lap when we’d take long drives? I remember those times like it was yesterday. You trusted me to let me take the wheel, but I always knew you were there in case I got into trouble.
Thanks Dad for always being there whenever I’ve been in trouble.
Dear Dad,
One of my favorite memories is when we used to sit in the kitchen and watch storms late at night. There was a table by the window and sometimes we’d be eating peanut butter and crackers or white powdery donuts and large glasses of milk.
No matter how afraid I was in the storm, I always looked to you. When you were calm, I was calm. You were my rock, my lighthouse.
You always taught me not to be afraid of the storm, but to always be prepared for it.
Dear Dad,
I still remember lying on my back in the lake when I was a little boy. You were teaching me how to float and how to swim.
I didn’t realize it then, but you were teaching me how to survive.
Dear Dad,
Once, you took the whole family up to the church and we mowed the lawn. We worked hard all day and I couldn’t figure out why we would do something like that and then not tell anyone. I asked, “Aren’t we going to tell someone?”
You said, “No, sometimes you do things because they are the right thing to do, not for the praise.”
That day, I learned a lesson in character and humility.
Dear Dad,
I remember you always working in the yard or on the house. There were always endless projects and as a boy I never understood why you never stopped. Now I realize the value of hard work and taking pride in ownership. I know the joy in accomplishment and making something from nothing with your bare hands.
Thanks Dad for showing me that sometimes getting what you want takes hard work and dedication.
Dear Dad,
One year during November it was so cold that we were able to keep about 30 turkeys in the trunk of that old white car Grandma gave us. We got a list from the city and took turkeys to families in need for Thanksgiving. We had a blast.
Thanks for teaching me the joy of giving.
Dear Dad,
Over the years you and mom let people live with us. Unselfishly you gave of your home, your money, your time. Whenever someone needed help, you gave all you could. You picked up hitchhikers and shared with them about Jesus. You were a prime example of a Good Samaritan. You still continue to do this today.
Thanks for showing me what it means to really help others in need. How to be unselfish, and how to share the gospel to whoever, whenever.
Dear Dad,
I remember when you went to the hospital to have a tumor removed from your neck. You never seemed to worry. Later you had prostate cancer and you took it in stride. After the surgery you talked of the pain as if it were nothing more than a mosquito bite.
Thanks for teaching me to be strong in the face of adversity.
Dear Dad,
We joke about it now, that week long fishing adventure where we caught our own bait in various dirty ponds and then strung up trot lines. It was a grueling week with lots of work, but when I look back on it, I remember it with fond memories. I was learning to do things that many young men would be afraid of. I was learning to face challenges. Learning how to clean fish and becoming a man. There were times when we would go into ponds filled with snakes and green moss, at first they scared me, but after a time I wasn’t afraid of anything in the water.
Thanks for teaching me to face my fears and to not be afraid of the unknown.
Dear Dad,
I remember digging our own septic system and even bricking it. We dug that big hole and then we poured a concrete floor and then we built walls, brick by brick. It was hard, but fascinating. In my whole life I’ve never felt limited. I’ve always known that I can do anything once I’ve set my mind to it. I learned that from you.
Dear Dad,
When we were younger, I remember you taking us to church. Later, you and mom took over the youth ministry at The Pentecostal Church of God, but you didn’t stop there. You branched out and created Megalife and started a youth ministry that really did some amazing things. There are times when I am at work and people doubt possibilities. They see dead ends where I see opportunities and challenges.
You and mom always overcame obstacles. You helped me to be an over-comer and a visionary.
Dear Dad,
When I played football my senior year at Liberty, you came to all my games. When you are a kid you don’t appreciate the time and money that goes into raising a child.
Now that I’m grown I realize that you make time for whatever is important to you.
Thanks for making time for me
Dear Dad,
I remember going to work with you and watching you do things that other managers never would have done. You repaired grout in the kitchens, you scrubbed the floors in the dining rooms, no matter where you’ve worked, you’ve always gone the extra mile.
Thanks for teaching me the importance for going the extra mile.
I had another foot doctor appointment today. Weee! I love when she pushes on the bones in my foot, I love pain. Actually, I had a large bowl of Cinnamon Sugar Pain for breakfast. Perhaps I’ll have a knuckle sandwich for dinner.
The x-ray showed that my foot was broken, or fractured, and there was bone calcium forming around the break. Perhaps that is why it didn’t show up as a break the first time? I don’t know. What I do know is that bones take 6-8 weeks to heal. I’ve been out of frisbee now for 5 weeks. I can’t handle 6-8 weeks without Frisbee. I’ll be playing this weekend, even if I have to amputate my leg and shove a stick in the stump of my calf.
On the plus side, the torn ligaments have healed. Anyone know of a way to make bones heal faster? Madame Pomphrey could do it, but this is the real world, not the World of Hogwarts, witches, or wizardry.