Busy Week - Part 2, Chum's Wedding

Continuing on the story of my busy week, which was now actually two weeks ago, I bring up the wedding of my good chum, Sara. The wedding was really small and modest, but quaint. The reception was a lot of fun and I really busted out, having a great time through the night and even well past the end of the reception. In fact, I had my first after party. I've never partied enough to have an after party before. Here are some pictures:

Drew, the groom, hugging an elderly woman - likely his grandmother?

Sara talking with Chris after the ceremony.

She was laughing, not sneezing or whatever else this could be mistaken for.

Drew, walking outside for pictures

Kristen, Sara, Krista, Ann

Chris, Jace, Jake, Cody, Drew, Sara, Krista, Ann, Kristen, Erin

The ladies, producing a photo opp.

Drew and Sara's first wedding dance.

Sara, her dad Mike, her half-sister Elanda, and her half-brother Derek.

This is Sara's cousin Donnie after the reception dancing with Krista's baby Cyra (pronounced Kira - yeah, wasn't my idea) to keep her happy.

Following the reception, Ann and I decided we were still in party mode, so we bought some ice cream, headed over to my parent's place, and played cribbage with my dad for over an hour. The evening, as a whole, was a great way to end my busy week.

Busy Week - Part 1 - Baseball!!!

Last week was a very busy week. I did quite a lot. But I won't really share all that I did. Here's a taste:
On Wednesday I went to a baseball game with my friend Lacey after eating at Deano's bar and grill in Cedar Rapids. The food was alright but the game was a lot of fun. Granted, it was just baseball, but I don't think I've ever enjoyed a game of the sport so much in my life.

It started while it was still light. Cheer for the white team.

Me with Lacey. Proof that we actually went and I didn't just Google image search "baseball game" for a mildly interesting blog post.

We saw a hot air balloon! (Two actually, but the other one wasn't as pretty.)


And some creepy eye balls were racing... for our entertainment, I guess?

Then it got dark. Didn't affect how much fun we were having, though.

She didn't know I took this.

And before I forget, you'll never believed who served me ice cream at the game!

This is Bryce Dallas Howard, who played Gwen Stacey in Spider-Man 3 and served me ice cream last Wednesday. Lacey didn't know who the actress was when I pointed her out, so I used my phone to pull up some images of her, and she agreed that our ice cream salesperson looked very much like the actress. For some brief reading see more on why I think it was really her.

'C' is for Cookie/I is smart

I still don't know where my USB cable is, but as I did yesterday, I pondered at the thought that there must be some alternate way to transfer files from my phone to the computer. Only today I pondered a little bit harder.
Hmmmm... Can't do USB. Bluetooth? My bluetooth adapter is as missing as my USB cable and that thing has always been a bit sketchy, so I'd say the odds of it actually working are about 50-50. Connect the memory card directly to the computer? Again, the memory card adapter is in an unknown location. Seriously, I don't know where anything is!
But as I mentioned, I pondered a smidgen more thoroughly than I did yesterday and today I came up with the solution: email! It actually hit me like a brick, but I was glad that I had thought of it.

This is the picture I was going to show you yesterday. It's not exciting. In fact, my caption was going to be "I only took this picture to make you happy" or something to that effect.

I was making cookies tonight and I got kind of lazy toward the end. Or I was running out of pans that I was using as cookie sheets. You know how it is. The rest of the batter became nine inches of oatmeal chocolatey chip tastiness.

Finally moved in

On Friday, two days ago, I finally moved the last of all of my items out of the house I was renting into the house I now own. I took a picture with my phone of a pile of boxes (since I know how you like pictures to accommodate my words), but I have no idea where any of my USB cables might be hidden. Sorry, no pic.
Also on Friday, I got my internet and satellite TV set up. This is great! Not only can I continue blogging - I know, it's been a week - but I can also watch television on my second TV while I'm on the computer. Except for right now, because I have an old TV that every once in a while decides it doesn't want to display anything from input signals.
Ok, it's working again. See? It has a mind of its own.
Well, that's all I really had to say. I got my own place. It's pretty great. Now I gotta go mow my yard again. Take care, friends!

Photo Dump

I went back to my parents' house for the weekend and got some good pictures.
You'll like these. Promise.
Bear. What kind of dog is he? He's a big brown dog.

A big black bug. I like to think it's flying in front of some really cool fireworks.

Eamon. I haven't gotten to see this guy for a long time. Always a pleasure. Keep an eye on my poetry page for some of Eamon's work. (It's not there yet)

The cutest little girl in the entire freaking world.

Cute enough to melt your face off. And she will. Watch out!

Speaks for itself.

Worst Lyrics Ever

Stupid song lyrics bug me quite a bit. That's one of the reasons I don't listen to rap (ex. "Sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny") or country (ex. "I've got the hungries for your love and I'm waiting in your welfare line"). That and the music just sucks.
I was looking up lyrics to a song today - a pretty good song that is actually nothing without its witty lyrics - and due to some random synaptic firing, decided to Google worst song lyrics ever. One list I found was on a BBC site and didn't include lyrics from any country or rap songs; presumably because they belong in categories all their own.
The BBC list had some good (as in, good to mention how badly bad they are) songs on their list. Let me highlight a couple:

I don't want to see a ghost,
It's the sight that I fear most,
I'd rather have a piece of toast,
Watch the evening news.

- "Life" Des'ree

Or

More Sacrifices than an Aztec priest,
Standing here straining at that leash,
All fall down,
Can't complain, mustn't grumble,
Help yourself to another piece of apple crumble.

- "That Was Then But This Is Now" ABC

And I was really glad they included this one:

Generals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses.

- "War Pigs" Black Sabbath

Wow! Rhyming a word... with itself! Genius!
But this last one for sure bothers me the most. Part of what bothers me is that I have never heard anyone else complain about it so it makes me wonder if I am the only one to catch the grammar catastrophe.

"But in this in ever in changing in world in which in we in live in in..."

- "Live and Let Die" Paul McCartney

Don't try giving me any of that "Queen's English" bull crap, either.
For more fun, Google "worst country lyrics". There's one about not taking your woman to the dog fight because "I'm afraid she'd win" and another about Grandma swinging topless from the outhouse door. High class, if you ask me.

Dual Bruises

This one is for you, Andrew (once you finally get internet back). Apparently I brawl in my sleep. Twice in the past two weeks I wake up with bruises on my biceps. Mysteriously. As in, I have no idea how they got there. They're pretty spotty little shiners, if I do say so.

This guy is a dark tan color and is on my right arm. If my whole body were this color, it would look like I just came back from a very sunny vacation. That's a mole right next to it.

This one has more of a sickly greenish purply hue and I've had it longer. There is a sizable freckle nearby to keep it company.
But Andrew - I'm talking to Andrew here - Andrew, I just thought that that (Dual Bruises) would be an amazing name for an attack and I had to share it with you. And by you, I of course mean... the world. Because I couldn't just text it to you.




Creeping Freckle!!!!!!