Two Nerd Parents (My father, who unwisely let us look at his yearbook, has been teased for being the head of the math group)
Though, when I was growing up, and stuck watching PBS, and seeing Tom Baker being chased around by space mummies, he would walk around shaking his head and talk aloud as to the fact that he never could understand why I liked Doctor Who, as it was so cheesy.
This coming from the man who watched a TV show where you would have women, colored green, dancing around, you had episodes where you had space hippies and an Alien playing a harpsicord, and finally, the words “Teach me about this thing called earth love” was uttered more than once.
Pot.
Kettle.
Black.
Anywho, the little sister has fallen in love with Doctor Who. At first I thought it was because of the stellar story lines and excellent history of the show.
But No.
It was David Tennant.
Guess what is on her laptop wallpaper?
David Tennant.
So, I also read that there is much discussion about the next Batman bad guy, who is rumored to be the riddler, and who will play him.
Johnny Depp?
David Tennant?
Already, the camps are forming on this one… So here’s to you little sister.
So I was hurrying to get my self ready for church.
Shower. Check
Loud tie. Check
White shirt. Check
Phone with voicemail on it. Check
So I hop in the truck and start heading to church. I start listening to the message.
Snowball. The geriatric cat. Has been run over and his legs are broken. The family is taking him to the vet. I blindly pull the truck over. I am breaking down. I head back home. Eventually I get a call that he was put to sleep.
All kinds of emotions hit me. Grief. Sadness. Guilt.
I had been thinking of going to Utah. If I was there I could have said goodbye to him.
He was old. He clocked in at 17 years old. In cat years he is almost as old as William Shatner.
Ok maybe not that old.
So after the initial grief I sent the
Following text message to my family.
“Well not to be marose but Snowball has followed the long line of how our famlies cats pass away. He just has the honor of being the meanest, onriest, long lasting of them all. He lived a good life!”
It’s funny how you can get so attached to these little animals
Here is to you His Imperial Furieness Snowball the Third, Ruler of all he sees.
Almost shot out the Peaches and Cream I was eating. When I saw this.
Now, I’ve been slowly unpacking, and getting the house up and running. Guess what happened on my first day at the house though?
You guessed it. I was jonesing for some internet. I needed it bad.
Didn’t make myself a cantenna.. Because, well I didn’t have to. But if backed up against a wall, I would have.
As for me.. Well, I was thinking of going to Utah.. but at the last minute decided not to. Money stress, house stress, knee stress, and other things were just too much. I was looking forward to seeing my families geriatric cat (His Imperial Furiness, Snowball the fifth), but hopefully he makes it to Thanksgiving. Seeing Family, and eating way way too much food.
So, I’ve been inviting Brian, Crystal, and Braxton over for Taco Salad, um, every night now, and conveintly they already have plans and invite me over instead.
I’m thinking it’s the Taco Salad.. Can’t be the strawberry milkshakes afterwards…
So.. In honor of you
Oh, and I know I said I would review Dark Knight, but I have been too busy spreading the good word of Dark Knight and the Joker.
# of people with injured feet: 2
# of people who then had to go to the doctor: 1
# of people with injured knees: 1
# of people with bad backs: 1
# of days it took lowes to get me a backup fridge: 5
# of days to get unpacked: 1000
# of boxes that were not packed: 300
# of pinball machines moved: 12
# of pinball machines in basement: 1
# of arcade games moved: 5
# of arcade games going to basement: 0
# of people irritated by me: 100
# of hours it will take to get home theater set up: 10
# of wireless access points I found when I turned on the laptop: 11
# of hours till Batman: Dark Night: 16
I would like to thank all those who helped. This includes, but is not limited to
Jill
Tyson
Mom
Gordon
Julie
Yuri
Dad
Michael
Matt
Allan
Monica
Brian
If I can hobble over to store and get some cards and gifts, I’ll be sending them out to you. If I am lame, and don’t get to it soon. Just know it’s the thought that counts