April 4
From my brain
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2009
Me 10:24, 12 March 2009 (EDT)
While I'm registering him for it now, I'll post this here for TheBoy as this is the day he'll actually be going:
- Description: Ohio State Stadium Tour for 2008 Popcorn Sale
- Start Date/Time: 4/4/2009 11:00:00 AM End Date/Time:4/4/2009 3:00:00 PM
- Registration Begins: 3/3/2009
- Registration Ends: 4/2/2009
- Cost: $0.00 per Youth Participant
- $0.00 per Adult Chaperone
- Details:
- Congratulations on your hard work with the 2008 Popcorn Sale!
- Reaching $1,000 in sales is a great feat, and in doing so you have qualified for the tour of the Ohio State Stadium, the Horseshoe.
- This is going to be an amazing event. You will go places only a very few people have ever gone before! The event will include lunch, student athlete speakers and a tour all around the Horseshoe.
- We had over 375 Scouts qualify for this event. So, to make things run smoothly, we have four time slots: 11 Am, Noon, 1:00 PM & 2:00 PM for You and Your Adult chaperone. (Please be sure to register both.) Each time slot is limited to 200 individuals, so register early. Online registration is strongly encouraged. If you have questions about this process, please contact us at 614-436-7200.
- Sign in will begin an half an hour before your selected tour time. Please be on time and make sure you bring your camera.
Me 13:42, 4 April 2009 (EDT)
Yesterday was a day of being stoned and a new thing: bloated. Between the fluttering feeling, the weird stabbing nervy pains, hot flashes vs. chills, and then now the bloated feelings, if I had girly parts, ya'd swear I'm pregnant.
Last night had three things on the to-do list
- out to dinner with MIL and FIL (who were in SC for the last 2.5 months)
- Rain Gutter Regatta with Boy Scouts
- Naxxrammas with meh raid group
First up TheBoy was an absolute nightmare almost from the point he came in the door. Fits, "I can't do this!", "I want a snack!", "I can't read this!", you name it, he pitched a fit like a 3 year old. Tried calming him down. Tried sending him to his room -- "I can't walk!!!" -- and nothing would fix him.
Finally...I lost it. Badly. Seriously. I grabbed him, picked him up -- are you following this, me, with all my issues, picking up my 100lb+ son -- and dragged him up the stairs. Hurt. Like. HELL. OMG. Stupidest thing I've done in weeks. To paraphrase Rick James, "Adrenaline...is a helluva drug." By the time I came down...oh wow did it hurt. Side, waist pain, and even a little up at the ribline. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
So, after all that, he was done for the night. Never mind the fact that we didn't really have his boat properly completed and ready to sail, but no Boy Scouts for him. As it was, I was feeling like hell -- both before and after picking him up -- and wasn't sure I was going to make the activity involved (and putting on "a good face").
MIL and FIL ended up showing up late anyway, enough that had we been going to scouts, we wouldn't have fit in dinner. But, as we weren't going to scouts, we looked over all the loot they brought us from their trip to Hilton Head and parts down south, and then headed off to Red Robin for dinner. They go the full and in-person briefing of all that's gone on, and got to see how shitty I look up close after all this (not that I'm that handsome besides).
Still though, throughout dinner, that bloated feeling was horrible. Wasn't quite nauseous, was hungry, and wasn't quite overfull either. That, and the meds were kicking in half-way through dinner making me feel loopy didn't help matters. By the time we left, I was happy with my belly full of burger, but the bloated feeling didn't go away.
With a bit of Mt. Dew (kidney stones be damned), I managed to make it through my raid though. I was pretty trippy through some of it, but we did a great job. By the end of the night, I was spent, groggy, and twingy. Climbed into bed...and passed the hell out.
Me 14:46, 4 April 2009 (EDT)
So, again today, like Friday before, you spend an evening, prone and still, and when you wake up, you feel fine. Then, you get up and move around, and all of a sudden the pain comes back. Twingy at first, and then a couple stabs.
I hate this.
2008
Me 08:11, 4 April 2008 (EDT)
The news from yesterday is still on the forefront of my mind today. I'd be inhuman if it wasn't. I just can't get through the shock and the utter insanity of the concept of it all.
This is a guy who is my poster model for Dad of the Year. He drops everything for his kids. Sure, he had a wild youth, and he'll be the first to admit it. He did a lot of stupid stuff, and he's said he'll get in the way of any of his kids even peeking down those roads themselves.
He's got four "official" kids. Two were from his marriage (now divorced from the unemployed, trailer-park, gutter skank...he says she was pretty once). He gets a girlfriend a little before I know him, and she gets pregnant and has a baby. They have a falling out mid-term, and once the baby is born, he's never allowed to see it (the kid has to be almost four by now).
About 6-8 months after I get to know him, this one-night-stand of his shows up on his door for a "visit". She hasn't seen him in seven years. With her is her five year old son...and seven year old daughter. Uh huh. She ditches the kids on him -- both of them, not just his daughter -- and disappears for weeks. He enrolls them in school. Gets them clothes. Feeds them. Helps them figure out why mommy abandoned them.
So, why do I go into all of this? To prove a point. He sacrifices so much of his life for his 4+1 kids, that I just can't fathom any of this even being possible.
- "I can't believe it could be him."
- "He's such a good father."
- "There's just no way."
...and every one of those sounds like the clichés you hear coming out of the true-crime documentary.
2007
Me 09:51, 4 April 2007 (EDT)
So last night's service wasn't terribly different (in fact, with the exception of the gospel reading, I think it was all of the same psalms and other prayers for the most part). The only slight change of focus was from the Parable of the Ten Virgins to instead the contrast between the harlot who anointed the feet of Jesus with expensive oils -- sparing no cost -- and Judas's betrayal for only a few pieces of silver.
- The Synaxarion
- The more accurate and exacting of the commentators on the four Gospels say that two women anointed the Lord, one long before his Passion, and one a few days before. One of these was a harlot, while the other was a chaste, virtuous woman. On this day the Church commemorates this act of piety and righteousness which proceeded from the harlot, contrasting it with the treachery of Judas and his betrayal of Christ. Both of these acts fell on Wednesday, corresponding to the twenty-first of March, two days before the Mosaic Passover, as it appears from the course of the account of St. Matthew the Evangelist.
- The above mentioned harlot anointed the head and feet of Jesus with spikenard, and wiped them with the hair of her head. The precious ointment was worth three hundred dinars, or about fifteen pieces of Venetian gold. When the Disciples saw this they stumbled, especially Judas, the money lover, and were angry because of the wasting of such an amount of ointment. Jesus rebuked them, lest the woman be embarrassed. Judas was wroth, and went to the high priests, where they were gathered in the house of Caiaphas, taking counsel against Jesus, and agreed with them to deliver the Master for thirty pieces of silver. From that time Judas sought an opportunity to deliver Him. (Matt 26:2-16) Because of this, the fast of Wednesday was instituted from the days of the apostolic age itself.
- Wherefore, O Christ our God, anointed with the super-sensuous ointment, deliver us from suffering, and have mercy on us.
As a Monday night I had been asked to help read the various psalms, and I got into the various singing parts. In the book I was reading from the translation was a slightly off from the rest of the readers. So last night, realizing this, I went and sang the one Troparion with the other choir members (this is only 3-4 people).
So, as a result of this, I got asked again to join the choir. I really want to...but not until the TheBoy and Princess don't need sound beatings during church.
2006
Me 12:42, 04, April 2006 (EDT)
To all my friends in case you miss me...
2005
Me 20:34, 04, April 2005 (EDT)
This is just not right!
