Thursday, 21 August 2008

Tuesday, 19 August 2008

Ticket Trials

I managed to get season tickets to the Notre Dame home games this year. This year it also looks like I won’t be able to go to any of them. Having a five-month old and limited child-care options will do that to you. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to enter the lottery, even with my Monogram Club membership. Membership dues for alumni who’ve been graduated for over seven years went up to $300 a year.

I tried to share my Pitt tickets with my friend Chas, but his grandmother is having her 90th birthday celebration that weekend. My alumni friend Liam didn’t have time to enter the alumni lottery this year, but he wants the tickets to the Pitt game to meet up with some other alumni friends.

The rest of the tickets are going to my uncle. Corbin is probably the biggest ND fan in the family, and he subsidizes my ticket ordering [which amounted to $800 this year]. I really only ever want to go to one home game per year, so he always takes the rest of whatever I get. He laid dibs on the Michigan tickets right away.

Basically I jumped through all the hoops that I usually do, but don’t get a payoff this year. No vacation, no ND football game, its a good thing I have a baby to play with.

Wednesday, 6 August 2008

Taxi Driver

A wannabe Travis Bickle in a green-colored van-taxi tried to kill me on my ride home from work today. It tried to squeeze me off of the road three times, the last time it cut me off, slammed on its brakes, and went up on the curb. Apart from blessing him with a few choice words and the ubiquitous hand benediction, and thereby amusing the hell out of a carful of people in the other lane, there wasn’t much I could do. I was too busy trying not to crash to get the number of the cab, or even the cab company’s name. So if you know which cab company drives forest green vehicles, let me know. I’d like to give their management a piece of my mind too, since they almost got a lot more than a pound of my flesh.

Sunday, 3 August 2008

NewTsunami

With all of the stuff I’ve been up to lately, doing a bit of writing has fallen by the wayside. Work on the house is still incomplete, but has slowed down because what remains isn’t critical quite yet. Once all of the painting is complete, and I’ve managed to get all of the doors rehung, there will be pictures.

I’ve gone to see The Dark Knight, which was the first time since Abraham graced us with his presence that Debbie and I managed to get out alone. I went to the zoo, where the boy and I became an exhibit to all of the women around when Debbie went to the restroom. I went to Whiskey Island on Friday afternoon for a picnic, took a walk by myself to get some alone time with nature, watched swallow bug-catching, a swallow-heckling oriole, and played with a groundhog for a little while.

Last Monday my office was one of the three County offices raided by the FBI and IRS-CID as a part of their investigation into corruption by County officials. Apparently they came over the intercom and told folks to go to the canteen [which is what everywhere else is called a lunch room]. The design room keeps the overhead speaker turned off because we’d rather not listen to the best in soft rock from the 80s, 90s and now, so I didn’t hear the announcement. I happened to be both on my computer and on the phone, both no-nos, when the FBI knocked on the door. I’d already managed to tell Debbie everything she needed to know to get the scanner at home working though, so it was no big deal.

I went to the canteen, where everyone else was, and filled out a sheet that asked for basic information and job duties, and then got to take the rest of the day off.

Abraham's TreeWhen my mom rolled up here for the 4th of July, we planted a tree for Abraham. I had a tree planted for me when I was born as well. I even wrote about it for Young Authors, so you can read that here. Although that picture is from a month ago, Abraham is already much bigger, I’d say near 12 pounds. He’s started smiling and chuckling a little, and I can actually sort of play with him now. The only rough part is that when I’m at work he’s in his best mood, so when I come home I get to interact with him for the part of the day when he’s at his worst. It gets frustrating at times.

I got season tickets to the Notre Dame football games this year, blessed be my monogram. I don’t know that I’ll be able to get to more than one of them, however.

The weather has been wonderful, and today looks as if it will continue that pattern. Dinner is a daily choice between eating on the porch or watching some old school Muppet Show episodes. I recently discovered that I can get Mr. Wizard on DVD as well. Abraham’s going to talk to folks at school about these crazy shows that aren’t on TV anymore and no-one is going to know what he’s talking about except his teachers.

I haven’t been to a rock and roll show in forever. It hurts.