Wednesday, June 30, 2010

More Mundane Matters: With Names

Steve, you sweet, wonderful man, thank you for your call last night. It really, really helps to know that I have such awesome friends who are there no matter what. I love you, man.

Rebecca has been my rock through this. She called Keith and Nikki and Dave when I couldn't catch my breath long enough to talk. She's been holding down the fort and just generally making everything easier, talking me through it all and being there. She's a kick ass roommate...and swiftly becoming one of my best friends ever.

Keith is being...Keith. He's trying to be comforting but it winds up being about him somehow. He's with the kids, though, and by doing that he's helping me to be able to go to NY and attend the funeral. And given that we're not living together, I'm able to be more understanding and forgiving these days for whatever reason and I'm touched that he tries. After all, he's my ex--he doesn't even have to do that much. He cares and I know that. Isn't that what's important? Family. And he's family and always will be. He's fucking awesome. We've been dating a mere 4 months and he's right there every time. He says, "I'm no good at times like these" and then turns around and is absolutely amazing. He came down without me even asking (turns out Rebecca told him that he may need to--so he just did), went to my parents' house with me, stayed with me for the night even though he's got to work today, distracted me, listened to me and gave me comfort with word and body. He's...I'm out of superlatives. I'm grateful, so very grateful, that he found me. I definitely got the better end of that deal, I think.

The kids are okay. They didn't know my grandfather the way I wanted them to. We just lived too far away from each other. Nikki knew him marginally better than Richie did but, like I said, they're okay.

As for plans, no one knows anything yet. They're doing an autopsy to find out what happened but we're pretty sure he had a heart attack while he was driving. I only hope he'd already died when he hit the guard rails and went over the embankment into the ravine. I would hate to think his last moments were in pain and unable to move and the fear of trying to control the car and not being able to and worrying about hurting someone else. No, much better the other way so that's how I'll remember it. When they finally release the body, we'll know more about the funeral and so on. I'll post then but y'all know I'm going. If it's soon, I'll fly b/c it's cheaper before the holiday. After the holiday, the prices double so I'll take the bike. /shrug/ Whatever.

'Til then, thank you all for being such fantabulous friends.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Friday, June 25, 2010

Unnatural Horrors of Being An Uncle

Really this is what I have to put up with.

If you know anything about me you know I lurves me some TCU.
I'd go as far to say no one in Maryland would even know about TCU if not for me (not to mention the folks on the island of Costa Rica)

Back in the early 1800's when I was looking at colleges I had narrowed it down to three.

Texas Lutheran because we were all good Lutherans and it was not a bad school. My nephew Cam is going there this year so good thing he doesn't have to hear about "Drunk Uncle Steve" stories on that campus.

The second was the university of texas in austin (yes all small letters on purpose)but it was such a huge freaking school back then (and still is) I really did not think i had what it took to be in the middle of 30 thousand other people in school. Hell I barely graduated from Wichita Falls High School.

And my niece Taylor is going to UT much to my chagrin.

Which brings us back around to TCU (really there is a point here somewhere)

The band director at TCU (Prof as we called him Diamond Jim Jacobson as he was known in the biz)wife went to my high school and PRESTO band scholarship to TCU.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

I get home this evening and there is a package on my door. Very odd for me but also a little exciting.

It was from my sister Sheri.

Inside was a great photo of all three kids (cam Ali and Taylor) and...................A UT HAT!!!!111!!!23434!!09475094NOOEEESSSSS

We hated UT in college. We could not beat them at anything they always kicked our ass. Always!


But to show how much I love Taylor here is a picture of me with a UT hat on. Cache it people 'cause it may not happen again!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Great Cheeseburger Controversy Of 2010

So as everyone knows Dad was in town.
Usually I have the "cookout" that following weekend but this year Dad came in on Friday and the next Thursday we were off to Pennsylvania to play golf so the "cookout" was going to be the day after he came in or not at all.

What this meant in the grand scheme of things was golfing Saturday morning and then back to my place to entertain about 20 folks. Not that big a deal. A little rushed but nothing I couldn't handle.

And, as usual, everyone had a good time.

Later in the week Dad and I cleaned out the grill and replaced the lava rocks all that normal gas grill maintenance that needs to be done once a year or so and he says "Steve we should grill out tonight"

Which I was so cool with.

We were out having a beer and invited two friends over as well and we are grilling baybee! YEAH!

So the burgers are on the grill like 30 seconds and Dad brings out a slice of cheese. He wanted a cheeseburger which was great and this is how the conversation went:
ME: Dad what's with the slice of cheese?
Dad: I want a cheeseburger
ME: Ok well take that slice back in and when the burgers are ready were good to go and I'll put the cheese on the burger
Dad: Well I noticed you didn't put the cheese on the burgers Saturday. We always did that you know
Me: I understand that but I had like 20 burgers on the grill and didn't know what everyone wanted so I let them put cheese on thier burgers if they wanted to inside the kitchen
Dad: Welll we always put the cheese on the burger on the grill
Me: Dad I understand that and we can do that tonight. 4 burgers 4 slices of cheese we're good but take the cheese back inside or it will melt before the burgers are ready
Dad: Grumble grumble etc cheese my day etc etc

It was to laugh at.

And if the worse thing I can say is my Dad aint happy with my cheese skills when it comes to burgers on teh grill I'm doing pretty well!