Archive for July, 2008
David and I had an enjoyable day at the North Coast Animal Expo. We met up with some prospective adopters and fosters and made a bit of money to go toward the North Coast Greyhound Connection.
Following our fundraising efforts we headed up to Cleveland for the Indians game. Given the recent situation with the Indians we weren’t looking for anything miraculous. Just a relaxing night at the ballpark. To start off, we stopped by The Winking Lizard downtown and got a bite to eat. Upon entering we found that it wasn’t just Christmas in July at Put In Bay, but everywhere that wanted to capitalize on the opportunity. The Lizard had Christmas music going and it was real hard to comprehend that it’s still summer, yet in just several short months it will be Christmas again. Talk about messing with your head. In my attempt to try another beer I chose Magic Hat #9. It was listed as a fruit beer that has an “essence of apricot.” Right. It wasn’t bad but you could’ve fooled me about the apricot. Dinner was great with the exception of the assholes at the bar. They were there celebrating someone’s 40th birthday but they were acting as though they were 21. No, make that 10. They were screaming and hollering, counting down shots, etc. to the point that you couldn’t hear the person across the table from you. We weren’t the only ones that found this quite annoying as all of the tables in our section looked just as annoyed. Near the end of our dinner the group left and we could finally hear the Christmas music again. Ahhhh…..
We then went down to the stadium and waited for the gates to open. We hadn’t expected to make it to Cleveland and eat so fast so we were there earlier than planned. We got right in as the gates opened and went to the outfield so that I could possible get some photos of the Twins batting practice. We weren’t there but a minute and heard, “HEADS UP!” as a ball came barreling towards me. The ball hit the seat next to me and David scrabbled to get it. Within another second there was another ball on the way. David could’ve gotten that ball too but chose to leave it for someone else. David’s smile on his face was priceless. He’s always wanted to get catch a ball at a baseball game. Although he didn’t technically catch the ball, it was still a moment he had waited a long time for. 26 years. He was thrilled.
After walking around a bit we took the hike up to our seats. Our seats sit directly in the sun until sundown. Whew, it was hot. So hot I was willing to buy not 1, but 2 bottles of Aquafina bottled water and it was gone before you could blink. The game finally got underway and that’s when things started to take a turn for the worse. Our section grew more and more crazy. David purchased a set of tickets for throughout the year. Each game has the same seats. Never before had things gotten rowdy in the section. I can only contribute the amount of alcohol consumption to the heat of the night. During the 3rd inning a group of guys started heading up the stairs. The first guy had a white dress on over his jeans along with a white baseball cap and veil. It was obvious that it was his bachelor party and they were already 3 sheets to the wind along with having double fisted beers. Of course the crowd started to join in hooting and hollering at him. The group of guys played it up as they climbed. I had our items in the seat on the aisle (it was not a full house) and I was in the second seat, then David. The guys passed, and the second guy, trying to be cute, gave the “bride” a “go team” butt tap. During the process his beer splashed all over my arm, the seat, my camera and bag, and my sweatshirt. Thankfully my camera was pretty covered. Oh shit, heads were about to start knocking. I was pissed. The third guy in the group genuinely apologized and said that if he had anything that he’d help to clean it up, but he didn’t. I hate to sound like a bitch, but it just pisses me off to no end.
Just like anyone, work darn hard for what we purchase and for someone to come along and ruin what you have by being inconsiderate is unacceptable. And it’s not just about the camera or even my arm. It’s just the idea. I’m sick of dealing with inconsiderate people on a daily basis. We are all about a “me” society. It’s no wonder why foreigners hate us. After this happened we then had to deal with the rowdy crowd bad mouthing marriage and how the guy’s “scared to get married.” or that “he’s not going to have freedom after getting married.” What the hell? For real. When did marriage become such a bad thing? I will never understand the ill concept of most bachelor or bachelorette parties. Let’s go out and have a night of debauchery. Something that could possibly ruin your relationship and regret for the rest of your life. And if you’re so scared to get married, then don’t. It’s that simple. This was the icing on the cake after a long week at work. I tried to deal but I was done.
By the 4th inning we started to pack up and made a stop at the bathroom to rid myself of the beer smell as much as possible and request a bag for my beer soaked sweatshirt. Hey, at least I had the sweatshirt to soak up the mess. While leaving we debated stopping at guest services to complain. We came to the conclusion it’d be a waste of time because it’s not really their fault and what would they do. More than likely we’d just look like 2 weiners complaining.
I guess I just don’t understand people’s thinking. I have nothing against drinking by any means. I like to have a drink here and there socially. I like to take a moment to chill. I’ll never understand why people take it to excess, make themselves look like totally idiots, and ruin it for those around them. They have nothing to show but an empty pocketbook and a toilet full of vomit the next morning. Right.
During my time at my present workplace I’ve often been overlooked for restraining larger dogs due to my size. Doc will ask for the taller individual even though we’re about the same size otherwise. At first I was offended but now I just pass it along as no big deal. It happened once again today, however they also requested my help. After successfully restraining the exuberant dog I heard the owner say, “Hey pup, she’s putting all of her weight on your back end and she weighs less than you.” Of course he was speaking about me. Once again I let it roll off of my back as no big deal, but I couldn’t help but analyze the situation. At no time in my life have I ever felt that I was small. As a kid I was quite chunky. I’ve lost the baby fat but I’m just an average height. I do think of my weight and what I put in my mouth on a daily basis. That’s beside the point though. I thought to myself, too often others judge each other. Instead of being just right, we’re “too fat” or “too tiny.” This then wears off on us as individuals and we feel crappy about ourselves. I quickly determined that our bodies will never be “perfect” whether in our own eyes or the eyes of society. But you know what? I’m okay with that.
I truly can’t believe that David and I have been married for 6 years. Sometimes it feels like just yesterday, other times it feels like eternity. Not eternity in a bad way by any means. Just as anyone, we’re constantly changing and evolving both as individuals and as a unit. As we’ve changed, we’ve grown, and as we’ve grown, we’ve grown stronger. I wouldn’t give up what we have for the world. As a child you dream of meeting “the right person.” At times you think it may never happen. I can’t say whether we’re soulmates, as I don’t know if I believe in them or not. However, if soulmates do exist I believe I have found mine. And thankfully we were so lucky to find eachother at such a young age that we can live our lives together to the fullest and grow old together. As individuals we don’t necessarily fit into the “norm.” As a couple that’s true too. A couple weeks ago we were discussing our relationship and how oftentimes it’s different than others. For instance…..
9 times out of 10 I do the driving. This has been true since we dated. I had the Tempo with a CD player so that meant I drove so we could listen to better music. It has since stuck, so you’ll find be driving most of the time.
I’m a gadget person and David’s more of a shopper than me. It was quite funny a few weeks ago when I got my new cellphone. David wanted to head out to the mall to shop, so off we went. As he was browsing, there I was messing around with my cell phone. I’m also the one that tends to be on the computer while he will watch tv.
I’m the one that tends to take care and pride in the yard. Don’t get me wrong, he mows it pretty regularly, but I’m the one the will spend hours outside edging, weeding, and fertilizing.
He’s more of the decorator type. I like this to be organized and fit together, but he tends to focus more on how things look and his creativity.
He’s the one that tends to do the laundry, including folding. Once again, I’ll do it, but it’s something that he tends to complete without me even knowing it.
He cooks, whenever we cook. Cooking isn’t something I find enjoyable, and frankly he doesn’t either, but when it happens, he does it. He’s quite creative too.
I handle and pay the bills. Of course this is a task that differs from family to family, so we’re not all that odd.
As I sit here I’m sure more will come to mind. We’ve never claimed we’re normal, but it’s what works for us. And although we’re the same, we’re opposite in a lot of ways. Even so, we fit each other to a tee.
David’s card to me sums it up quite well…..
You’re the fizz to my soda,
the hip to my hooray,
the alphabet in my soup,
the echo to my yodels,
the grand to my piano,
the sleepy to my sunday,
the stars in my sky,
the love of my life.
Here’s to the last 9 years of our lives and to the 100 more ahead. Happy 6th Anniversary.
Okay, time for the much (or not so much) anticipated story of coming home from Texas. We arrived at the airport earlier than expected. We’re the type to get there atleast 2 hours before take off but given that we had already checked out of the hotel, were stretching for things to do, wanted to make sure we didn’t have any problems finding the airport, or returning the car, we headed back around 3 hours total before take off. When we arrived there were no issues with the car return. When we arrived at check in there were only about 4 people ahead of us but I got to say Northwest doesn’t have the check-in procedure down yet. As with most all airlines they have the self check-in kiosks. However, you must wait for someone to assist you with checking in your bags. Usually it isn’t an issue as there is a person per 2 kiosks and things run relatively smoothly. As for Northwest this wasn’t the case….at least in Detroit or Dallas. They had about 1 person per 5 of 6 kiosks. Add on to that no turnstile ribbons (Detroit) it can cause some chaos and take a lot longer than expected. No biggie given that we were there earlier than needed, but I would have to say it’s something that they need to improve on.
We chilled near our gate reading our books. About 1 hour before take-off we decided to check our departure status. Our plane was not present so we figured we may be running behind. Sure enough the large screen said we’d be leaving at 6:26pm. However, it was out of a different gate. Thankfully that was the next gate over so we could basically sit in the same spot. Looking at the gates, they both had our flight number/arrival city, but had different times….even different than the big screen. We figured we’d wait it out and see what happens. Well, sure enough the plane was very late arriving and it was at the other gate, that’d we’d leave out of. Listening to some passengers of the previous flight I hear 2 families complaining about a flight attendent. One said they were yelled at for having there phone off upon arriving in the plane, even though they were still loading. The other stated that he requested blankets for all members of his family and was refused. I didn’t think much of it. Little did I know I’d have a run in with the same attendent.
We boarded the plane relatively quickly after the previous passengers departed. We were geared, all ready to go. The captain came over the loudspeaker and said, “We’re number 1 for take-off.” We moved toward the runway only to turn to the left instead of going straight. The captain came over the loudspeaker once again and said, “It looks like some nasty weather about 8-10 miles away with 60 mph winds. We’re going to turn off the engines and wait it out.” At this point everyone was whipping out their cell phones to call their families to notify them. Everyone, including me. That’s when she arrived. Carol, the flight attendant, came and hovered over mine and my mom’s seat and stared at me. She finally said in a rude tone, “Your cell phone?!” I gave her a sheepish/questioning face and said, “Yeah…” She said, “It’s supposed to be OFF.” Once again sheepish/questioning, I said, “Now? But we’re sitting still with the engines off.” And she replied, “YEAH…..” Kind of like “duh, turn it off.” She walked away and came back within a minute to say, “I asked the captain and he said it’s okay to use your cell phone.” No apology or anything. Whatever. What’s it with me and flight attendents? And mom can back me up on this one. I wasn’t rude and there were others with their cellphones blatently out. Then as a kind geture they offered cups of bottled water, only to find out you had to share with the seat next to you. Yeah, weird.
So the storm came in with quite a vengeance and after 2 hours sitting on the runway, shakin’ a bit, we took off. While the storm was going on there was a plane that took off. They made it up but went over the radio saying that it was a rough ride. Given that we were a 2 by 2 seater with only about 20 rows (super small plane) I’m glad we waited to take off. When mom saw our plane she about freaked saying she wasn’t getting on the tiny thing. And that was before were knew about the storm. The take off wasn’t too bad but we had quite a rough ride home. A lot of turbulence. The kind where you feel like you’re falling in the air. I was surprised that I didn’t find bruises on my arm from where mom continued to grab me. She white-knucked almost all the way home as I continued to give her reassuring thoughts, “We’re going to be fine.” We ended up getting into Detroit after midnight, and getting to our car and out of Detroit after 1am. So we didn’t get home until after 3am. We were exhausted.